Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Assistant Hao looked out the window. Yes, the ginkgo trees had all fallen, and late autumn had arrived.

What comes with late autumn every year is, of course, Mrs. Fu’s brocade.

But, why is it at the nurse's station, and the seal has been torn off.

Assistant Hao Te snapped his fingers, called the nurse with a smile, and clicked on the three boxes: "Beauty, why are Dong Fu's things here?"

"Director Fu brought it last night. He said he didn't want it anymore and gave it to me."

The little nurse was a little worried, wouldn't she ask for it back? Although she held it for a moment yesterday, she knew she couldn't put it on at all.

The waist is so narrow, the chest is so three-dimensional...

You have to have a vixen figure to wear it!

However, she has already asked someone to find a buyer. This kind of top-quality fabric and master's craftsmanship would make any clothing store or studio want to buy it back for collection and display.

Assistant Hao Te stared at the box with unclear eyes.

The little nurse looked at his flickering eyes and asked softly: "Are you Dong Fu's subordinate? Do you want to take this... back?"

"No, you can keep it. But you were on duty last night, so you should change your shift today, right? Why are you still at the nurse's station?"

The little nurse was relieved and said with a smile: "I'll cover for my colleague, and I'll get off work at three in the afternoon."

Assistant Hao Te nodded. Fortunately, he saw it first.

In the ward just now, he saw that there was already a cheongsam given by Mr. Chen on the bedside of Director Song, so forget about this one from Director Fu...

He pursed his lips towards the turquoise green box: "These three can be sold for at least 60 yuan if they are resold. You should put them away and let others see them outside. They will be remembered easily."

The little nurse was shocked and hurriedly hid the box in the cabinet below.

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After Gu Zhen left, Song Weiyu began to study the operating rules of the cultural industrial park. As a hotel worker, she also sensed the trend of self-media and invested in building this industrial park.

In the past few years, it has been managed by professional managers. She only wants to check the business situation at the end of the year.

Good or not, with Fu's backing, I can still make a little money

I thought about leaving Fu's family in a month. She was a little worried, not knowing whether the road would be easy or not.

I just hope that Fu Haitang will not deliberately suppress her in the capital. After all, as long as Fu Haitang lets out a word, the entire business in the capital will have to go around her.

On the one hand, she was worried that she was the biological mother of the three young masters of the Fu family, so she had to give her face.

On the one hand, I have to worry about Fu Haitang. After all, no matter how great my son's reputation is, he can't be more prestigious than me.

So when the time comes, everyone will definitely adopt a strategy: reject her in a pleasant manner and isolate her politely.

Therefore, Fu Haitang cannot be angered.

But...are you already angry?

Song Weiyu lay on the hospital bed and sighed. She used to be the top capitalist in this circle, taking care of all the little people under her feet.

In the blink of an eye, she will become a little person manipulated by the capitalists.

Thinking about how she used to be cruel and offended so many people, Master Fu didn't dare to treat her because of his face...

Suddenly, a white light flashed in her head, and she collapsed on the bed helplessly, with a numb and needle-pricking sensation from head to toe.

Over the years, Chen Fang has protected her safety and saved her life several times in danger. But Fu Haitang had blocked countless secret arrows for her in the turbulent business world.

She is really too slow.

……

The light and shadow on the window sill flickered silently, and in late autumn, it felt like dusk at three o'clock in the afternoon.

The dizzy sunshine outside the window is like sparkling water soaked in ice in a wine glass.

The little nurse held three boxes and walked out happily. 60, a windfall from heaven. Once I sell it, I go to the bar and order a male model.

It happened that Li He came out of his ward rounds and passed by her. The two said hello and passed by.

Li He hummed a song and then walked to Song Weiyu's ward.

This silly boy must have been in a very low mood after signing the property relinquishment form today. Since the elder brother agreed with her to take this path, he couldn't watch her feel uncomfortable.

Entering the ward, she was lying on the bed, neither sad nor happy, just staring at the ceiling.

Like a piece of paper, it is so light that it can be blown away by the wind.

He shouted "Song Fox".

She didn't hear it either, it was like her soul was out of body.

Li He's eyes were attracted to the black satin cheongsam on the bedside, and he frowned. This taste must have come from Chen Fang.

However, it is beautiful, like a rose in the dark night or burning clouds in the setting sun.

Wearing it on her, it looks cool, noble, dangerous and charming as you can imagine.

Especially the imperial green jade embellished on the handmade plate buckle is like a bud wrapped among a thorn bush in the black forest. Tsk, if these two men saw it, they would rush into the thorns and pluck the buds...

Especially the man named Fu, who was so keen on buying cheongsam for Song Weiyu...

No, no, no!

The familiar box that the little nurse was holding just now...

It’s shopped by Chu Fang Tailor!

Li He suddenly stood up and ran downstairs regardless of his manners.