my little sir

Only then did Yang Suhua recognize Fang Yimin's voice, she froze for a moment, and immediately said with a smirk: "Yes...it's Minmin, oops, you didn't make a sound for a long time, I thought it was Qi Ling."

"Did you give me a chance to speak?" Fang Yimin's tone was a little harsh, "You usually ask Wen Qiling for money like this?"

"What do you mean asking for money? Why did you say it so harshly?" Yang Suhua seemed to be far away from the crowd, and the surroundings became quieter. Hearing Fang Yimin's silence, she said with a guilty conscience, "I just asked my son-in-law for some pocket money. Not much."

"Not much? That's not much?" Fang Yimin almost exploded with anger. He originally thought that he and Wen Qiling would not violate the river water in the future and draw a clear line. Now it seems that he does not know how much he owes the other party.

"What, you are husband and wife, no, it's that husband and wife, we are all a family." Yang Suhua complained, "I asked my son what happened to some money, and Qi Ling is not short of this money."

"Mom, Wen Qiling's money was earned by himself, not by the strong wind." Fang Yimin pressed his sore and swollen temples, and said patiently, "If you want money, you want it from me, don't ask him for it."

"I asked you for it, isn't it the same?"

"Then why have you never asked me for it?"

"I... I'm not afraid that you will say that I spend money lavishly, which is too extravagant."

"You also know that you are extravagant." Fang Yimin calmed down and said, "You pack up, arrange the fastest flight, and come back tomorrow quickly, let's talk."

"What are you doing, I'm just playing outside, you let Qi Ling answer the phone."

"He doesn't have time." Fang Yimin knew what Yang Suhua was thinking about, but his attitude was very tough, "You tell your group of friends that there is something urgent at home, and you must come back tomorrow."

Fang Yimin hung up the phone, turned around and saw Wen Qiling standing outside the door with a thick foreign document in his hand, the two looked at each other in silence for a moment.

"I..." Fang Yimin's words rolled on his lips, and he put the phone back on the coffee table.

"Have you eaten yet?" Wen Qiling didn't ask further.

"I've eaten outside, I'm going to wash up first." Fang Yimin didn't say much, went straight into the bedroom, and got into the bathroom after a while.

Wen Qiling did not rest in the bedroom today, but slept on the sofa outside again.Fang Yimin lay on the bed in the bedroom, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, thinking about it, got up and got out of bed.

With the help of the dim yellow wall lamp, Fang Yimin touched the sofa and patted the quilt lightly.

"What's wrong?" Wen Qiling stood up halfway, her voice was slightly milky.

Fang Yimin's heart fluttered for a while, and then he was suppressed by himself: "It's cold, why don't you go to bed."

Wen Qiling sat up straight and looked up at Fang Yimin, as if her reaction was a little slow because she just woke up.

"You sleep on the bed, I sleep here."

Wen Qiling woke up now, and lay back down again, with a dull voice: "No need."

"You..." Before Fang Yimin finished talking, Wen Qiling turned over and turned her back to herself, obviously not wanting to continue communicating.

Sensing that Fang Yimin hadn't left yet, Wen Qiling sighed under the quilt: "Go to sleep."

Yang Suhua originally thought that today's big meal would be impossible, and was thinking about how to find a decent reason to dissuade the group of sisters, but unexpectedly received a WeChat message from Wen Qiling, and then received a transfer.

Yang Suhua was overjoyed. She didn't have much affection for this son-in-law before. Although the external conditions of this son-in-law are fine, he is a man.

The folk recipe, Yi Min, is more stubborn than a cow, and he wants to be with each other for life and death, and spends many days.Finally met, and found that my son's partner was indeed one in a million, and my heart was a little more balanced.

Since the son is determined to spend his whole life with another man, and it is impossible to marry again, it is better to find a handsome and rich man than a poor and white man.

It was only later that I found out that my son-in-law was not usually generous. He gave me a credit card before getting married, and gave her all kinds of expensive gifts during the holidays.

The most important thing is that the relationship between the two is very good, and my son has really found a perfect husband.

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Yang Suhua didn't dare to spend too long outside, and arranged the fastest flight, and when she got home, it was already the third day.

As soon as Yang Suhua came back, she opened her mouth to ask Uncle Zhao if Wen Qiling was at home. Hearing that Uncle Zhao said that Wen Qiling was still in the company and Fang Yimin was waiting for her at home, she felt a little flustered.

As soon as Fang Yimin came out, he heard Yang Suhua telling Uncle Zhao to call Wen Qiling later, asking if he could come back earlier today.

"Uncle Zhao, my mother is not a guest, so there is no need to call Qi Ling, as long as I am here."

Yang Suhua smiled embarrassingly when she heard Fang Yimin's voice.Uncle Zhao nodded in response, beckoning the people below to go down first.

Yang Suhua is already [-] years old. It used to be difficult, but now the conditions are better and the maintenance is not bad. At least it doesn't look like she is [-] years old.

Carrying bags of various luxury brands in her hand, she smiled and pulled Fang Yimin to sit on the sofa beside her, showing off all the trophies she had harvested.

"Minmin, look, I bought you and Qi Ling a pair of couple ties, they are really pretty. Oh, and there is also a belt, this is a limited edition, look, it is stylish and grand."

"Mom." Looking at the expensive gifts in front of him, Fang Yimin felt a headache, "It was all bought with Wen Qiling's money."

"Why are you talking about this again?" Yang Suhua put the things aside in a lack of interest, "I know I spend money like water, but Qi Ling didn't say anything..."

"He didn't say it because he was too embarrassed to open his mouth to you."

"Then you have misunderstood Qi Ling. He is very filial. He will ask me if I have enough money every now and then. If he cares about it, how can he ask me?"

Fang Yimin sighed deeply, and said helplessly: "Mom, I know that our life was a little bit hard before, and I made some money later, so you can enjoy yourself well. But... I don't want you to spend Wen Qiling's money like this."

"Okay, okay, I won't ask Qi Ling for money from now on." Yang Suhua's face was already a little unhappy, she threw a bunch of presents aside, and leaned on the sofa with her arms crossed.

"Mom, I opened a dessert shop, and the income is not bad. It will cover our expenses in the future. If you want to travel and play, you ask me, and I will pay you."

Yang Suhua faintly sensed that something was wrong, she grabbed Fang Yimin's arm and asked, "When did you open the store? Why did you open the store? What you said...why does my heart feel chilly."

"I can drive it myself." Fang Yimin smiled and comforted Yang Suhua and said, "You are still the same as before. You can go wherever you want to travel, and live there if you want to live for a while. But you have to control it a little bit. Paying for others every day, I'm not Mr. Wen of the Kirin Group, but I can't afford the kind of expenses you had yesterday."

"No, Minmin, what do you mean? Are you and Qiling arguing?" Yang Suhua was in a panic, thinking about it and then felt wrong, "No, two days ago, Qiling and I sent WeChat messages. Alright, let Lao Zhao arrange a car to pick you up today."

"Did he send you a WeChat message two days ago? When?"

[The author has something to say: I also want a cash machine, Mr. Wen~~~]