Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

After signing, Fu Haitang took a delicate solid wood box, opened it and looked at it.

The color of Zhengyang Green has a texture given by history, and she will definitely like it.

Just think of it as a gift from the first snow this year.

He lightly hooked his lips, carefully closed the box, and rushed to the airport.

This time, Zhao Han tried his best, but couldn't stop him for half a second.

-

On the day of the first snow, the staff of the Weather Modification Office were equally nervous.

I don’t know why, but the General Administration personally issued an order that the snow should fall beautifully, and they even boasted that they would take advantage of someone’s sponsorship to make more snow to alleviate soil drought and air pollution.

Artificial snowfall is not 'something made out of nothing', but 'the icing on the cake'.

The weather and cloud conditions were very suitable today, and the staff of the Figure Office worked hard to install artificial ice cores on the aircraft.

Don’t you want to be beautiful?

Okay, okay, your beauty will never kill you.

……

Finally, on the most ordinary day in early December this year, pedestrians on the street were still hurrying to catch up with time, and sparrows in the sky huddled on the power lines and chirped.

Suddenly, people discovered that it was snowing in the capital.

Afterwards, everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky.

The first snow is like the first love. No one will think about the troubles in the future. Everyone subconsciously shows joy at the moment it comes.

Song Weiyu stood in front of the window wrapped in a blanket and had been standing there for a long time.

Small snowflakes were falling outside the window, and she thought of some wintersweet trees in Fu's garden. They should be growing buds this season.

Butler Zhang was very good at taking care of flowers and plants, and would always cut the first flower that bloomed in the house and put it on her bedside.

Autumn is sweet-scented osmanthus, winter is wintersweet, and spring is crabapple.

The palms of my hands were sweaty.

She opened her palm and saw his wedding ring.

The words to say goodbye were brewing in her heart countless times. She memorized them word for word, how to start and how to end.

She originally wanted to say it in person, but he hadn't come back from Hong Kong yet, so she was even more afraid that she wouldn't be able to say it in person.

The perfume was left in Fu's house, but she deliberately didn't take it when she left. At this time, she remembered what Li Nian said that Fu Haitang's wintersweet garden was already full of flower buds, waiting for the flowers to bloom.

She missed the elegant smell like snow.

Didn't Chen Fang promise that she could see him one last time? Let's do it today.

If you don’t see him, see his flowers.

Originally, she just put on a coat and wanted to go out. When she looked in the mirror, she suddenly felt that this was her first time going to the wintersweet garden, and she couldn't let the little wintersweets and begonias think she was average.

First impression is still very important.

Song Weiyu took off his clothes again and took a shower but did not spray perfume.

Applying a light layer of makeup, she raised her eyebrows in the mirror and pretended to smile casually: "Okay, let's say goodbye decently. After tonight, Fu Haitang really has nothing to do with you. See you again in the future. You are …”

"Mrs. Chen."

When she opened the door and went out, she was ready to explain to the bodyguard at the door.

But there was no one at the door. Only Ah Yuan stood there, "Sister-in-law, are you going out? I'll see you off."

"Chen Fang is willing to let me go out?"

Ah Yuan nodded: "In the afternoon, my eldest brother said that if you want to go out tonight, I will let you go."

The snow started to fall in the afternoon.

Song Weiyu wanted to call Chen Fang and tell him that he would come back after taking some time to relax, no later than 12 o'clock at night.

No one answered the phone, and the car slowly drove away from Zongheng. When Song Weiyu looked back, he saw Chen Fang standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, watching her motionless.

Too far away to see his eyes clearly.

Because of this, Song Weiyu imagined the emotions that made her feel uncomfortable from the tall figure.

-

The snow is falling harder and harder, which is a romantic thing for people on the ground.

But for those waiting for the plane to take off, it's bad news.

"Director Fu, the current weather conditions in Beijing are really not suitable for landing..."

Fu Haitang was lying in the cabin seat, looking at the private jet tarmac outside, "You mean, it's snowing in Beijing?"

"Heavy snow. In previous years, the snow was sparse at the beginning of the year and a small amount of velvet was scattered throughout the day. The thin clouds did not affect anything. This year is strange, it snowed all at once."

Fu Haitang, the instigator, frowned and was speechless.

She regretted that she shouldn't have gone to the auction and delayed her return trip, but looking at the wooden box in her hand, she felt it was worth it because she would definitely like it.

Sighing, feeling terribly dry.

His Mrs. Fu is really capable, always putting him in a dilemma and making him unable to get up or down.

"Find a way for me. I must go back before dark tonight."

"There is no way...I have to take responsibility for your life."

Fu Haitang frowned: "If your skills are not good, please let me find someone else to fly. Find me a captain from Shandong."

"..."