This time Zhuang Xiaomin didn't refuse again, but borrowed the card, this world is still realistic after all, not because he is in Xiaomi reality, but because he has seen through the world, like Wu Xiuli's mother-in-law is the same, isn't she just because Liu Ziyan's family has money?

At this time, Zhuang Xiaomin understood that in fact, he was not without money, and his own money may not be something that Liu Ziyan's family could force you, although all this was given to him by his grandfather, but this is also something he can have, who called him a child of the Huangfu family.

"That's right, you note that you are a child of the Huangfu family, you are the granddaughter of my Huangfu Xiong, and you are the only and most noble girl in the world."

Seeing that Zhuang Xiaomi finally accepted this card Huangfu, the old man was naturally very happy, this can be regarded as really knowing this granddaughter, and the granddaughter also recognized their Huangfu family.

"But isn't Grandpa's money a little too much?"

Maybe it's because he grew up in an orphanage since he was a child, in Zhuang Xiaomin's opinion, he is already very rich with hundreds of thousands of millions, and he is already very satisfied, but this time his grandfather actually gave him hundreds of millions, and he didn't have a clue how to spend these hundreds of millions.

If it were someone else's child, maybe at this time he was already fantasizing about how many brand-name bags, brand-name jewelry, and brand-name clothes he bought, but he didn't, he seemed to be very confused, and he didn't know what he should do after getting so much money.

"Silly boy, the hundreds of millions of our Huangfu Empire are just a drop in the bucket, you can spend whatever you want, you can do whatever you want, even if you throw it away grandfather, you won't feel distressed, as long as it's your grandfather who spends it, you'll be happy."

For Zhuang Xiaomin, the old man Huangfu still knows very well, this child grew up in kindergarten, and he has accepted the simple ideology of thrift since he was a child, so he can't be like the children of other families, after getting the money, all he imagines is how to squander him.

In fact, the more this is the case, the more the old man feels sorry for him, and hopes that Zhuang Xiaomin can be like other people's children, and can squander the money after getting it, instead of thinking about how to spend this money here, without being careful about it.

"And if you don't spend the money your grandfather gave you, then your grandfather will really be angry, you have to know that the entire Huangfu Empire has earned so much money, all of it is yours, if you don't spend it, will you leave it for others to spend?"

The old man Huangfu enlightened this Zhuang Xiaomin, hoping that he could use the money, so that he could feel less guilty in his heart, but he had lost too much money to this child over the years.

Zhuang Xiaomin nodded and agreed, he believed that with this money, he should be able to do a lot of meaningful things, and maybe he could help Mo Ziyuan, although maybe this was not what his grandfather wanted, but he believed that his grandfather would not blame him.

Originally, Zhuang Xiaomin wanted to go home by herself, but the old man Huangfu insisted on sending her home, which was also a kind of reluctance for his granddaughter as a grandfather, so Zhuang Xiaomin had no choice but to agree.

The car drove until it reached the building where Zhuang Xiaomin and they lived before stopping, and the old man pulled Zhuang Xiaomin and said a word before letting him get out of the car.

After seeing this Rolls-Royce drive away from the community, Zhang Xiaomin turned around and went upstairs, what he didn't know, in fact, there was a person upstairs who saw this scene downstairs in his eyes.

Zhuang Xiaomin knew that he was coming back today, so he rushed directly to the kitchen after going upstairs as fast as he could.

"Who sent you back just now?"

Wu Xiuli suddenly came to the kitchen, and asked in a low voice about the scene where Zhuang Xiaomin came just now, she saw such a scene by the window, and Mo Ziyuan was busy in the study, so he didn't want Mo Ziyuan to hear it.

"It's a friend."

Zhuang Xiaomin was stunned for a moment, and then reflected again, even if he saw it, he didn't know who the other party was, and she couldn't find out.

"When did you make such a rich friend, but I don't care what kind of friend you think you have made, I just hope that you and Ziyuan will get married and divorced quickly, and you are not allowed to cuckold him before the divorce."

Wu Xiuli said domineeringly, as if this marriage, Zhuang Xiaomin and Mo Ziyuan must be divorced, but he doesn't want Zhuang Xiaomin to cuckold his son before the divorce, and he really wants to be a bitch and doesn't want to set up an archway.

Zhuang Xiaomin didn't speak, but went down to concentrate on cooking, he and Wu Xiuli were like two positive and negative magnets that could never meet.

Seeing that Zhuang Xiaomin stopped talking, Wu Xiuli also felt very bored, so he retreated to the living room and actively watched his TV, his mind was still thinking about how to divorce Zhuang Xiaomin and his son, and how to match, Liu Ziyan and Mo Ziyuan were together.

After a few days, Zhuang Xiaomin returned home and saw Liu Ziyan again, as if only after Liu Ziyan came to their house, their house would become peaceful.

Today is similar to that day, Liu Ziyan had prepared the food before he came back, and he and Mo Ziyuan also stepped on the front and back feet to enter the door.

"What is the pestle doing at the door? You're in the way of resources. ”

Zhuang Xiaomin, who had entered the door, stood there stunned and watched, Liu Ziyan grimaced at her with a gloating face, and Wu Xiulin was also chattering and scolding him.

I don't know how long it was, Mo Ziyuan came back, and at this time, Zhuang Xiaomin was still standing at the door in a daze, Wu Xiuli yelled at him angrily, asking him to give way.

As if it was a conditioned reflex, Zhuang Xiaomin moved two steps to the side and threw out the position of the door, and Mo Ziyuan, who had just entered the door, did not react, and heard his mother's yell, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"Mom, why are you yelling at Xiao Min again."

The real Mo Ziyuan hasn't seen Liu Ziyan yet, after all, he hasn't raised his head yet, but he is rushing while changing his shoes, and Wu Xiuli is up anyway.

It's only been two days since the house subsided, and it really makes him feel very depressed every time he comes home.

"Brother Ziyuan, you're back, don't blame your aunt, I'm not very friendly when my sister-in-law came back just now, and I'm going out for me."

Liu Ziyan was able to talk in front of the parties at that time, but when he made Zhuang Xiaomin's brows furrow, he didn't say anything, all in all, he was really not Liu Ziyan's opponent.

Now Mo Ziyuan raised his head and saw Liu Ziyan, who was playing with Wu Xiuli's arm, her brows furrowed even tighter, and there was a flash of disgust in her eyes.

Although it was a flash, it was caught by Liu Ziyan, and Liu Ziyan's lips bit gently.