My Little Mom is the Richest

He also took out a photo and asked passers-by if they had seen the person in the photo. After Wang Fuqu received Lao Zhou's call, she buried the smartphone in a rice field on the roadside. Then drove to the next location.

Wang Fuqu was not found on the national highway, but the national highway behind was full of police. Wang Fuqu, who was sitting in the car, frowned and didn't know what she was thinking. asked the bodyguard driving next to him.

"Boss, don't we need to take a detour? I think there should be police on the road behind." Silent, Wang Fuqu turned her head and looked out the window. Outside was a large rice field. In the rice fields in July, the rice was already half as tall as a person.

A gust of wind blew over the flat rice, causing the rice to ripple like a girl's skirt. Wang Fuqu opened the window and let the July wind blow into the car. For some reason, he always felt that this mission would be his last.

His grandfather and father had already died in prison, and he was the only one left in the family. He hasn't left a seed for the Wang family for so many years. It's not that he doesn't want to do so. There are as many women around him as rice in this paddy field.

It's just that he doesn't want his child to be raised as a pawn as soon as he is born. He has already lived the life of a puppet for more than ten years, and along the way he found that he had nothing like the lost young man back then.

Relatives died one by one, and relatives who were unfamiliar with them hid as far away as they could. Maybe they have forgotten that there is such a person for more than ten years. Wang Fuqu will always be in the shadow of that person, and he will do whatever he asks him to do.

There is no reason or excuse. It was he who gave Wang Fuqu a seemingly prosperous and wealthy life that allowed him to dominate in this bustling city. But this is not what he wants. All he wants is the warm home of his childhood.

The grandfather was looking at him with a straight face, while his father was busy with business, walking in and out of the living room. As for that woman, it was already blurred in Wang Fuqu's memory. He couldn't remember exactly what she looked like.

I only remember the constant shouting and scolding every night. At that time, he always hid in his room and did not dare to go out. That woman would run out of the house crying every time after an argument with her father. It was this woman who sent him abroad after he was seven years old.

For twelve years, my grandfather's calm and calm face became a memory. My father would often call me at noon to ask me how I was doing recently.

When he was a child, he didn't understand and always wondered why his father would always call him at noon. When I grew up, I realized that my noon was already late at night at my father's side. He always had time to call me after he was busy with business matters.

It was the first time since he was nineteen years old that he returned home from a place far away from the ocean. He did not see the woman, and only his father was at home. His father's business is getting bigger and bigger, and he is considered the richest man in his hometown. The most important thing is that his father, whom he has not seen for so many years, is very good to him.

My grandfather was still serving in the military at that time, and he vaguely remembers being a senior general in a certain military region. When he was young, although his grandfather always had a straight face, he was not very afraid and even dared to climb on his body and pull his beard.

Although grandpa always glared at him angrily, he never scolded or hit himself. At the age of twenty-two, Wang Fuqu, who graduated from school, returned to Suzhou to help her father's company. . ,,.