Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

The next day, Jiang Wangshu knew it was the first day of the Lunar New Year, but she had already finished the New Year decorations a few days ago. But now she saw that housekeeper Yu had ordered people to make new ones, so she asked in confusion: "Uncle Yu, is there anything special today?"

Butler Yu stopped what he was doing and said, "Wangshu? Today is not only Chinese New Year, but also the Third Young Master's birthday. Don't you know that?"

"Birthday?" Jiang Wangshu was shocked.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Her surprised look made Butler Yu ask.

"It's okay." She shook her head as if nothing had happened, but she really didn't know that today was Hua Tingjue's birthday. No wonder he disappeared early in the morning.

"Uncle Yu, you go ahead and do your work. I'll be leaving first."

"Hey, okay."

Jiang Wangshu was strolling in the yard. In fact, she had no idea about birthday gifts, but after thinking about what happened last night, she decided to do something.

She knew that even if she wanted to give a gift, she probably wouldn't have enough money in her pocket, but she could still afford a birthday cake.

Just now she asked housekeeper Yu about the nearest shopping mall, and then groped her way to the department store in Jingshi. She walked into the mall with proper manners and without showing any shyness.

After entering the door, I politely asked the staff beside me: "Hello, do you know where I can buy cakes?"

The staff member subconsciously looked at the guest and saw that she was wearing expensive clothes. His attitude immediately changed by more than 180%. "Cake? I'll take you there."

"We have several cake shops here, with Italian and French pastry chefs. I wonder which one you like, young lady?"

Jiang Wangshu had never heard of this, so she didn't know how to answer.

But the staff didn't care about her indifference at all. Rich people are all like that. They continued to lead Jiang Wangshu to the cake shop.

"We are here, miss, please take your time to choose." Then the staff member turned around and said with a smile: "If you want to buy clothes, you can find me at Xianglishe on the third floor."

When she heard her say the name of her store, Jiang Wangshu understood instantly, but since she couldn't afford it, she could only politely say, "Thank you."

With a sigh of relief, Jiang Wangshu walked into the exquisite and beautiful cake shop. The sweet and rich aroma made her mouth water. She half bent over and stared at a cake in the glass cover.

Very beautiful, pleasing to her eyes.

The moment Jiang Wangshu saw the price, his heart suddenly tightened. Such a small cake actually costs 88 yuan? !

I can buy dozens of kilograms of meat.

She suddenly felt like she was slapped in the face, because just now she had confidently believed that she could afford just a cake, but now she was speechless when she saw the price.

Jiang Wangshu put her hands in her pockets and squeezed the not-too-thick stack of money. As expected, she was always short of money wherever she went.

Money is a good thing, but she doesn't have it.

Although she felt bad about the money, she still gritted her teeth and paid for it. After all, money is never saved, it can be earned again after spending.

On the way back, she looked at the bustling streets and the skyscrapers that stood before her like giants, her thoughts slowly wandering. She had hardly gone out for a walk since coming to Beijing, and everything she wore and used was bought for her by the Hua family, so she didn't know that the prices in Beijing were so high.

In this case, the money she saved is definitely not enough. It seems that she needs to find an opportunity to make some money. Having money on hand gives her the greatest sense of security.

……

Hua Tingjue went to the airport early in the morning to pick up Song Yian and others who were returning to China.

In the VIP channel, Hua Tingjue waved to his childhood friends whom he hadn't seen for a long time, "Yi An! Over here!"

Song Yian and the others walked out quickly, and the first thing they said when they saw him was to wish him a happy birthday.

Zheng Tianlang threw him a gift box and said, "Happy birthday, Brother Jue."

"Happy birthday, Jue!" Song Yian smiled sincerely and warmly.

Wen Yanlin joked, "Brother Jue is one year older!"

Hua Tingjue put the gift aside and looked at them with a smile, "I have received your blessings. Thank you."

Wen Yanlin suddenly came forward and turned around, "Brother Jue, did you notice anything different?"

Hua Tingjue held his chin and looked again and again, shaking his head in confusion, "What?"

Wen Yanlin's expression froze. Song Yian and Zheng Tianlang looked away speechlessly, but Wen Yanlin moved his head closer. Hua Tingjue then noticed his hair. "Wow, your hairstyle is cool."

After going abroad, Wen Yanlin's original blond hair was parted into a golden wolf tail, which matched his trendy and cool clothes and jewelry, making him even more dazzling and attracting countless people's attention.

Wen Yanlin raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it handsome? It's very popular now."

He spent his life flaunting fashion and trends, which will probably be written in his epitaph: he hated tacky things and people the most.

Zheng Tianlang narrowed his handsome eyes and complained, "This guy kept mumbling on the plane and didn't let us tell you, forcing you to discover it yourself."

"Tsk, Tianlang, you've got a buzz cut, haven't you?"

"But I'm not showing off like you."

Seeing the two people bickering like elementary school kids, Song Yian changed the subject in time and called them to stop, "It's getting late, why are we standing here chatting, let's go back."

"Oh, yes." Only then did they realize that they were still at the airport.

"Let's go back and celebrate!"

"Go!"

After getting in the car, Hua Tingjue asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Zheng Tianlang shrugged indifferently, "I don't care, just don't let me go home."

As soon as the word "go home" was uttered, the atmosphere in the car froze for a moment.

"Me too!" Wen Yanlin raised his hand.

Although Song Yian didn't say anything, his expression wasn't very good either.

Seeing this, Hua Tingjue said tactfully: "Okay, let's go to my house. My brother and the others have gone to accompany my sister-in-law, and my mother will probably be busy with work again."

Zheng Tianlang: "Okay, I have no objection."

Halfway through the conversation, Zheng Tianlang received a call. He answered lazily, "Hello?" The person on the other end of the line wished him a happy new year, "Happy New Year, Brother Lang."

Zheng Tianlang replied with a Happy New Year, and then he heard a voice from the other end, "By the way, can you please say Happy Birthday to Jue-ge for me? I can't get through on the phone, and he's nowhere to be found when we were supposed to play basketball together."

He finally muttered, "I really forgot about my brothers when I got a girlfriend."

"What girlfriend? Zhang Zifan, what do you mean?"

"Brother Jue, didn't he bring a girl home?" Zhang Zifan replied, and then he asked back: "Why, you don't know?"

grass.

really do not know.

Zheng Tianlang hung up the phone in a hurry and looked at Hua Tingjue, his good brother who was sitting in the passenger seat and was not going on the trip with them because he was in a relationship.

Then he asked quietly, "Brother Jue, when did you get a girlfriend?"

Song Yian:?

Wen Yanlin:? ?

Hua Tingjue: ???