Chapter 68 Congratulations on your wealth and prosperity!
On the first day of the new year, Song Yujia opened his eyes on his own at eight o'clock without any external help.
Sure enough, Fu Zhun had already gotten up. It seemed like it was true that we feel less as we get older.
There was a sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Song Yujia listened carefully and felt that it had been a long time since she saw Fu Jun taking a shower in the morning.
There were no flowers in the room, so Song Yujia found a notebook, tore a piece of paper, rolled it up, and put it in her mouth as a flower.
Before Fu Zhun came out, he leaned against the bathroom door and posed in advance.
"Hey, handsome and charming gentleman, can I invite you to have breakfast with me?"
Fu Jun smiled and said, "It's my honor." He reached out and pulled out the paper in his mouth, "Why are you eating paper when you're so hungry?"
"Hey, happy new year, husband. Hello, I'm fine, everyone is fine. Congratulations on making a fortune and everything goes well. Which one do you prefer, WeChat or Alipay?"
Fu Jun felt like he was struck by a cute attack. Song Yujia's hair was a mess after she just woke up. She stretched out her hand and rubbed it a few times to make it even messier. "Why don't you just go in?"
Song Yujia waved her outstretched hand at Fu Zhun again, and said with her head held high: "Don't think I don't know you. I can't get out if I go in. Give me a red envelope quickly. I want to go and wish my father a happy new year later."
Fu Zhun smiled, pinched Song Yujia's nose, bent down to hold his legs, let him sit on his arms, and picked him up with one hand. He opened the drawer, took out the red envelope that had been placed in it in advance, and stuffed it into Song Yujia's hand.
"Wow! There are so many!"
Song Yujia had five red envelopes stuffed into his hands. He thought there was going to be a baby in the family and Fu Zhun asked him to distribute the red envelopes, so he pinched them one by one, trying to find the biggest one to steal.
"They are all yours."
"All five are mine?"
"You are the only child in the family, so of course everything belongs to you."
Song Yujia shouted "Long live the emperor!", held Fu Zhun's head, and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek.
"That's fine. I'm from the countryside. People in the village say I'm smart. I really want you! Baby, I like you. Will you marry me?"
"middle."
In the bathroom, Song Yujia was brushing his teeth with a toothbrush while Fu Zhun stood behind him and smoothed his hair.
Fu Jun changed into his new clothes, a black cashmere coat, which was picked for him by Song Yujia.
Looking at the people who had changed their clothes, Song Yujia subconsciously sucked his saliva. Compared to the suit, the coat gave people a different feeling. One was a social elite, and the other was a married man.
Song Yujia was so in love with him that she came to Fu Jun wearing his little down jacket.
"Honey, where's my good morning kiss?"
"Baby, you are like a little swan, so white."
At this moment, Song Yujia didn't care what he said she looked like. She pouted her lips and waited for Fu Zhun to kiss her. Fu Zhun pecked her again and again as if he was teasing her on purpose, but he just didn't do what he wanted.
Until the man got so angry that he couldn't wait any longer, he stretched out his arms, grabbed Fu Zhun's neck and pushed him down.
A tender and lingering kiss made Song Yujia's waist soften, and she hung on Fu Jun. She moaned softly before being let go, leaning against him and breathing slightly.
"It's been so long, why don't you breathe?"
"Honey, don't you just like it when I can't breathe?"
A smile appeared in Fu Zhun's eyes. He pinched Song Yujia's neck and lowered his head again.
After they finished eating, the couple went downstairs together and happened to meet Fu Qichen who was paying New Year's greetings to his grandfather downstairs. Even Jin Zi was bowing madly and got a lot of dried meat and a small red envelope hanging around his neck.
Song Yujia blinked twice and whispered into Fu Zhun's ear: "Should I give Fu Qichen a red envelope? How much money was in the red envelope you just gave him? I'll give him one, and it will be considered as a red envelope from me."
"There's only 3,000 in one bag, but there's a bank card in one of them. You'd better be careful when you give it to me, or you won't get it back even if you cry."
"I'm not going to cry."
Song Yujia shook off Fu Zhun's hand and ran to the living room, where the voices of New Year's greetings arrived before anyone else.
"Happy New Year, Dad! Congratulations on your prosperity! I hope everything goes well for you and you will live a long and happy life!"
"good!"
Mr. Fu laughed happily. The housekeeper came forward with a tray in his hand. Song Yujia looked up and his smile froze on his face. Stacks of red banknotes were piled together on the tray. The feeling of getting rich was looming in his heart. He didn't know how to smile to express his joy.
Sure enough, no matter how much money is in the bank card, nothing can make people happier than a red envelope without any real money.
Suddenly I wanted to kneel down and kowtow.
After wishing a happy new year to her grandfather, Song Yujia stood there, staring at Fu Qichen. Fu Qichen tried to pretend not to see her and greeted Fu Jun who was walking slowly behind him.
After Fu Zhun paid New Year's greetings to his grandfather, the living room suddenly became quiet. Fu Qichen looked around and found that everyone was staring at him.
......
"Happy New Year, little dad. I hope you are healthy and everything goes well."
Although the New Year's greeting was not very sincere, Song Yujia was still very happy. He took out a red envelope from his pocket and gave it to Fu Qichen generously. Although it could not compare with what his grandfather gave him, it was still money.
The four of them got together in the afternoon and played mahjong, but Song Yujia didn't know how to play mahjong, so they could only play Landlord, and the loser had to put a note on his face.
Fu Zhun and Song Yujia, one is good at counting cards, one is lucky, and the other is a cheater. In the end, only Fu Qichen was put up with a curtain.
Fu Qichen refused to accept.
"Oh my god, I can count cards, so why do I still lose?"
Song Yujia: "La la la, you're not as good as my husband! Fu Zhun is the best card counter in the world!"
Fu Qichen: "Grandpa, you are being so unkind. You know you should admit defeat when you are willing to gamble. Why do you let me pretend alone? And you stick yours in my face!"
"It's Chinese New Year, what's wrong with giving way to an old man like me? I gave you so many red envelopes for nothing, I'll give them to Jia Jia next time."
Song Yujia started dancing happily again, "Yeah yeah yeah, thank you dad."
Fu Qichen got angry again.
When the two of them had finished dinner and were packing up to leave in the evening, Fu Qichen uttered the first sharp and violent cry of the day.
"How cunning! Leave now! I know what you are up to!"
Song Yujia looked at the furious Fu Qichen, and went over to ask Fu Jun in a low voice, "What does this mean?"
"People will come to pay New Year's greetings starting tomorrow morning. If they don't leave tonight, they won't be able to leave tomorrow. Let Fu Qichen receive them."
"Ah, who's coming?"
“They are basically the bosses of various companies.”
Song Yujia suddenly thought of his second uncle Fu Shouluo. He also knew that the kidnapping was planned by his second uncle. He was not surprised at all, because he was a bad guy in the original book after all.
"Let him spend the New Year in jail."
"Then let's hurry up, hurry up."
Fu Qichen watched the two people get into the car, smelled the exhaust fumes, and sent a message to Ruan Zhao with a resentful tone.
"Zhao Zhao, I miss you the next day."
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