Fu Minghui followed Jing Sang to the Mulberry Garden.

The moment she stepped into the gate of Mulberry Garden, Fu Minghui couldn't believe that Jing Sang actually lived in such a bad environment.

It is a huge garden, the entrance is guarded by bodyguards, and you walk through the front courtyard for two minutes before officially entering the luxury villa.

In the villa, the nannies were busy, and when they saw Jing Sang coming back, they all stopped what they were doing and shouted respectfully to Jing Sang: "Miss is back." ”

"Good afternoon, Miss."

"Hello Miss Jingsang."

Jing Sang smiled with a spring breeze on her face, waved her hand to signal them not to be polite, she walked to the sofa in the living room, and the whole person lay down directly.

Fu Minghui is still carefully admiring, this luxurious but modern villa, walking back through the aisle, there is a floor-to-ceiling glass wall inside, and behind the glass wall, there is an open lawn, and the lawn looks like a garden.

Fu Minghui was very surprised, in this city center where every inch of land is expensive, it is already very rich to own a villa.

But here, there are not only villas, but also landscape gardens, covering an area of at least tens of thousands of square meters, right?

It turns out that the person Xiao Sang married is so rich.

When Xiao Sang's husband died, did all of this belong to Xiao Sang?

In order not to expose himself as if he had never seen the world, Fu Minghui hurriedly withdrew his gaze and walked to Jing Sang and sat down.

She asked Jing Sang, "Xiao Sang, your husband is in his seventies, right?" Does he have children under his knees? ”

Jing Sang: "......"

What? Why do you say this stubble again?

Does Lu Siyan really look like a person in his seventies?

Jing Sang didn't laugh out loud, and while playing with his mobile phone, he replied casually: "Yes, I have a son, who is very tall and handsome." ”

Last time it was a grandson, this time it was a son, well, it shouldn't be cut by Lu Siyan.

Besides, it's not what she has to say, it's their own imagination, and it's her business.

"Is there only one son? So how old is his son? Married? Do you live with you? ”

"Yes, just a son, it should be in his thirties, it seems that he is not married, he lives with us, he is estimated to come back from work in a while, when I see him, I mean you know it."

How old Lu Siyan is, she doesn't seem to know.

But it's about the same as in thirties, right? Who called his 'brother' so big?

Look at the time, it's all at this point, Jing Sang thought, his son is indeed coming back.

It's a bit cool to be a mother.

"Then you became someone else's stepmother at such a young age, how did he treat you? Do you dislike you very much? Fu Minghui asked again, as if she was very concerned about Jing Sang.

Jing Sang put away his phone and sat up, smiling a little slyly: "He, he does have a very cold attitude towards me, he looks like others owe him twenty-five or eighty-eight thousand all day long, don't ask him too much for a while, otherwise he will kick you out, you know?" ”

Fu Minghui nodded, indicating that she understood.

"Miss, sir is back."

At this time, the voice of the nanny came from the door.

Jing Sang hurriedly motioned to Fu Minghui beside him, "Remember what I said, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

Fu Minghui understood, hurriedly stood up, and waited for the person at the door to come in, and she greeted him politely.

And Jing Sang sat cross-legged on the sofa, as if nothing happened, and continued to play with his mobile phone.