"You kid..." Zhong Lingwei lamented again that she didn't have such a good daughter-in-law, "But my waist is fine recently, but I have a headache, I'm angry, and I have a lot of worries."

Lin Fanyue thought to herself that if she had a son like Song Rongshi, he would probably not only have headaches, but also suffer from high blood pressure and cerebral hemorrhage.

...

On Saturday, Song Qingrui had a rest.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the driver drove the commercial vehicle all the way to a children's photography studio in Beijing.

Lin Fanyue had not asked which photography studio it was, but she believed in Song Qingrui's ability to do things.

After arriving there, she learned that the photography studio was in a group of villas near the seaside avenue. The decoration inside was very exquisite, and there were various children's photography styles. Children's clothes also had various styles, and they were all

is new.

"It must be very expensive here. How much will it cost? I'll transfer it to you then..."

While the staff was pouring tea, Lin Fanyue said to Song Qingrui.

Song Qingrui said with a smile, "No, didn't you tell your aunt that Yueyue took artistic photos? She asked me privately how much I spent. I reported a number and she transferred a sum of money to me."

"..."

Lin Fanyue was speechless for a while, then raised her forehead and said, "There's no need to accept it. Can you tell me directly..."

"Don't be stupid. Your money came from the strong wind. When you divorced, Song Rongshi didn't give you a dime. What's wrong with their family taking an artistic photo of Yue Yue?"

Song Qingrui suddenly said seriously, "Even for a hundred days of drinking, in order to make the elders of the Song family happy, you agreed to do it in the Song family. The people in the Song family are all my relatives, and they are always very good to me.

, I’m not sure what to say, but you have to understand that if I hadn’t helped you this time, Sister Junyue, Song Rongshi would definitely have become the successor of the Song Group."

Lin Fanyue said: "It's just because I know... that I don't want their money anymore."

"Okay, I won't accept it next time." Song Qingrui nodded.

Lin Fanyue was stunned for a moment, "You stopped trying to persuade me. Didn't you just call me stupid?"

"Maybe it's because you are so stupid that I keep protecting you." Song Qingrui smiled at her.

Lin Fanyue's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

She couldn't explain it clearly, but she understood that Song Qingrui was sincerely good to her, "Qingrui, you are so good to me, I will also be good to you, your wife, and your children in the future."

Song Qingrui: "..."

Please, if you can't speak, just shut up.

...

The next artistic photo shoot did not go smoothly.

Originally, Aunt Chen wanted to help, but Yueyue was obedient at first. After less than half an hour of filming, she became impatient, completely ignored the instructor, and kept crying. Aunt Chen couldn't handle it, and the instructor couldn't do anything either.

Another servant, Yue Yue, was surprised again. Later, Song Qingrui took the initiative to come forward and interact with Yue Yue, making Yue Yue giggle from time to time.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lin Fanyue felt that it was very tiring to take artistic photos with her children, but Song Qingrui didn't find it troublesome at all. Every time Yueyue started to cry again, he would hold Yueyue in the house.

Walking around and feeding her again.

The instructor poured a cup of hot tea for Lin Fanyue and said with a smile: "Your husband did such a good job that I didn't even have a chance to put it to use."


Chapter completed!