The Rich Girl Will Not Be Poor

Fu Liheng did not put this dream in his heart. When he woke up again, he had already forgotten the dream.

Lao Fei is a second marriage, the wedding has not been very grand, the rules on the Gaocheng side generally open at noon. Tong Yuwu has a lot of idol baggage. He wakes up early in the morning to take a shower. Body milk is applied from head to toe. Among all skin care products, body milk consumes the fastest, basically a bottle of 200ml of body milk , She can run out in less than a week.

While Tong Yuwu was fighting against himself, Fu Liheng's workaholics couldn't stand up, sitting remotely in front of the large desk in the suite.

He knew that Tong Yuwu would be busy after at least an hour.

Because Fu loves thin waists and cheongsams, Tong Yuwu now prefers cheongsams when attending occasions that are not particularly serious. Today she is wearing a cheongsam-style dress, which greatly lengthens her figure. She took a photo in front of the hotel ’s floor mirror and was ready to apply a mask after she was satisfied.

The climate and humidity of Gaocheng is far stronger than that of Yanjing, and Tong Yuwu is about to fall in love with this city.

While pressing on his face, he leaned over to the desk and chatted with Fu Liheng. "In other words, do we have no room in Gaocheng?"

Fu Liheng was replying to the mail, taking advantage of the outgoing space, and raised her head to glance at her. The tone was as bland as a working machine. . "

"Also." As a pragmatist, Fu Liheng didn't have the habit of buying houses around the country. Since talking about the topic of houses, Tong Yuwu naturally inevitably thought of the task of the system. If she didn't anticipate it, the next step The system is about to perform tasks related to "living".

Will she let her rent a house to experience the lives of ordinary people, or buy a house?

Tong Yuwu suddenly became curious.

In fact, she is not as pitiful as the original book said. There are still a few houses under her name. Although divorce is not possible, but if she stepped back 10,000 steps, even if she really divorced Fu Liheng, it would not be Reduced to renting a house.

When Tong Yuwu and Fu Liheng went out, it was more than eleven o'clock, and Lao Fei, as the groom's official, called several times to urge him, and every time Fu Liheng was helpless.

The wedding venue is also in this hotel, which is a small hall that can hold almost a dozen tables.

This wedding scale is not even half of the engagement banquet between Tong Yuwu and Fu Liheng, but after Tong Yuwu was seated, when watching the bride holding his father's hand on the stage, the old father gave his bride's hand to the groom with red eyes, Tong Yuwu What envyed me in my heart was relief.

She is very satisfied with her wedding, which is the ultimate fantasy that a girl can imagine even in her teenage years.

The only imperfection is that her parents are not present.

When she got married, she didn't choose what others had arranged and took the uncle's hand into the field, but walked to Fu Liheng by herself.

She seemed more mature than she was twenty-three.

Seeing her staring at the stage, Fu Liheng quietly pulled her hand under the table to show comfort.

"Actually, I don't think this is satisfactory." Tong Yuwu whispered into Fu Liheng's ear, "Why is the father giving the daughter to the groom, can't the mother have a name?"

"Others' default rules are like this." Fu Liheng is not used to this