Jiang Shu heard the meaning behind these words, "Grandpa, I'm not happy."
Fu Shiyan was typing on the keyboard to deal with official business, "Broken bones are still connected, so they are related by blood. It's normal to be unhappy."
"Grandpa has reached the age of destiny, and the younger ones below are at most sixty or seventy. At his age, he probably doesn't want to see such a situation." Jiang Shu considered it and poured him a glass of water.
"Who would have thought?" Fu Shiyan raised his eyes, "Fu Yixiang and others should have thought of this day when they planned me."
He always retaliates, let alone being stabbed by a relative.
Jiang Shu nodded.
"Then shall we go back to our old home during the Chinese New Year?"
Fu Shiyan paused while typing on the keyboard. He took the water glass from her hand, put it down gently, and then reluctantly hugged her into his arms, "Go back."
Jiang Shu then curled her lips, sat on the man's lap, and touched his prickly hair.
"Do you think I'm going too far?" He bowed his head in her arms, smelling the sweet body fragrance.
"No." Jiang Shu said softly, "Those days in Hong Kong were difficult for you, I understand."
"That's not it." Fu Shiyan retorted, "If that thing hadn't happened, you wouldn't have come to Hong Kong with me, you wouldn't have had a car accident, and you wouldn't have asked Wen Jing for me. Xiao Shu, you don't need to remember these, I
Just remember it for you."
In his heart, Fu Yixiang and others were the instigators, and he wanted to get them back.
Hearing this, Jiang Shu felt a warm current in his heart. He had been offended and had never been forgotten by him.
There was no snow in Haicheng this year. It was a warm winter, the weather was fine, and everything was calm.
The Fu family lived a very peaceful life. Early in the morning on New Year's Eve, Jiang Shu got up and received two red envelopes, one from Fu Shiyan and one from Lao Jiang.
Lao Jiang stuffed a thousand yuan into it, and it felt thick to the touch. She half-joked: "Lao Jiang, you won't give me all your pension money, will you?"
Father Jiang flicked a steel hammer on her forehead, "Just take it and leave it alone."
Jiang Shu smiled happily. She had not received a red envelope for many years, but she had received one in the past two years. In fact, it was not for anything else, but because it felt like someone was hurting, which made her feel happy.
When she touched Fu Shiyan's skin again, she was not satisfied with the thin piece. "What Lao Jiang gave me was so thick, why are you so stingy?"
The man laughed, leaned over and kissed her lips, "Open it and take a look."
Confused, she opened it and found a bank card inside.
"..."
"The password is wedding anniversary."
Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows, "How much is there?"
"For money fans, just go to the bank and check it out when you have time."
She pestered him, and Fu Shiyan had no choice but to compare numbers, 24.
She tilted her head and saw that 24 was her age this year.
"Two thousand four?"
Fu Shiyan got up and left.
"Twenty-four thousand?" Jiang Shu took his hand.
Fu Shiyan pinched her face.
She took a guess and said, "It can't be 240,000 yuan." That's the bonus for her two projects!
The man bowed his head helplessly and whispered in her ear: "Twenty-four million."
"Ah!" Jiang Shu was shocked and unbelievable, "Why did you give me such money?"
"New Year's money." Fu Shiyan was calm and touched her head, "The little girl has grown up a year, so she needs to take care of it."
In fact, the money is nothing to him. He always thinks that she must have something with her when he is not around.
"Too much Fu Shiyan..." Jiang Shu still didn't recover.
"Take it."
He was so wealthy that Jiang Shu couldn't help but guess how much personal assets he had, including more than 20 million.