The man who was rumored to be like a god by the outside world, Fang Chen didn't expect him to be so easy to get along with in private.

However, with the chat, Fang Chen also discovered a feature.

Unless he talks about the child and Chu Xi, Wan Qiyan has a lot of conversations, and if it is anything else, he basically doesn't make much noise.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not only a daughter slave but also a wife slave in private.

Thirty years on Chinese New Year's Eve, this lively night naturally can't come out too long.

More than an hour later, Yunxi and Fang Chen also went home.

Before leaving, Chu Xi stuffed her with two big red envelopes, whose names were for the child.

There is only one child in her family, and these two big red envelopes, Yunxi accepted them with a smile.

The people sent them away, and Chu Xi sat and watched TV with the children again.

Wan Qiyan, who was originally sitting on the sofa, was gone.

Chu Xi didn't care too much about this.

Until—

Only the little sisters in the family are children, and the red envelopes they receive are naturally very large.

It's not just Chu Xi, the mother, who is prepared.

Even Aunt Fang and Yang Hui prepared red envelopes.

Even Wan Qianyan.

looked at the red envelopes that Wan Jiyan gave to the little sisters.

Looking at the weight, it shouldn't be small.

To say the least, there are thousands of dollars.

The big guy is really different, and his shot is generous.

"Do I have it too?"

Looking at the red envelope handed by Wan Qiyan, Chu Xi was surprised.

However, compared to the bulging red envelopes of the little sisters, hers is really thin, even thinner than the one she sent to Wan Qiyan.

It's just the relationship between the other party's hearts, and she also received it, which can be regarded as a good fortune for the New Year.

The children can't stay up late, and at eleven o'clock, the little sisters also went back to the house to sleep one after another.

Originally, Chu Xi planned to stay for the New Year.

But when I wake up too early in the morning, my eyes are really a little unopen at this time.

So, I went back to the house and went to sleep.

When I fell asleep, I looked at the red envelope on the bed and opened it casually.

I don't know if Wan Qiyan will give himself a hundred or two hundred!

It should be two hundred!

How to say that pairs are the real good luck.

With the unpacking.

A piece of paper met Chu Xi's eyes.

Paper???

Just kidding!

With the inside of the paper pulled out.

only to find out.

Where is this paper, that's a check!

The big guy is the big guy, and a New Year's red envelope is so generous.

"One, ten, hundred......"

When the count is reached, the mouth never closes.

Gollum –

I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

Keep looking at the amount above.

She really didn't count wrong, this check was really 10 million.

I'm a mother!

Wan Qianyan is this generous, or is it a mistake.

Hold out the sounding thumping heartbeat that didn't make a living.

Turn around and head downstairs.

Sure enough, Wan Qiyan really didn't sleep.

At this time, he was sitting in the living room, and it seemed that he was planning to keep the New Year.

"That's... Is your red envelope loaded by mistake, inside is a check. ”

As he spoke, he handed him the check.

Looking at the check handed over by Chu Xi, Wan Qiyan didn't take it.

"That's right, it's for you, or do you not want the check?"

A check for 10 million, just give it.

The world of local tyrants is really not something ordinary people can imagine.

"Yes, how could not. Okay, if you give it, you can't go back. ”

I was afraid that the other party would suddenly regret it, so I hurriedly spoke up.

His hand was even tighter to cover the check, for fear that Wan Yanyan would suddenly understand that he wanted to go back.

Ordinary people, generally send red envelopes are auspicious, he is good, as soon as he makes a move, he will directly send the house and the car.

is so generous, Chu Xi really can't wait to celebrate the New Year every day, and Wan Qiyan sends red envelopes to himself every day.

"Well, not coming back."

The number of 10 million is just a single number in Wan Qianyan's eyes.