Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 182 He inherited a fortune
In less than an hour, the two came out of the decoration company, because Song Zhiwei planned to take the design plan home and choose it slowly.

After getting in the car, Song Zhiwei asked the question she had been wanting to ask in the decoration company just now, "By the way, where do we get the money to decorate the house now?"

This is one of the reasons why she can't make a decision on the spot.

Wei Xuan took out his wallet, took out a card from it, and handed it to her, "Renovation payment."

Song Zhiwei froze for a moment and asked, "How much money is in it?"

Wei Xuan said a number.

Song Zhiwei's eyes widened immediately, she grabbed the card abruptly, and asked, "When did you 'hide' such a large sum of money. Tell the truth!"

Wei Xuan explained: "This card was given to me by my father."

"Uncle Wei?" Song Zhiwei asked in confusion, "Why did he suddenly give you hundreds of thousands?"

Wei Xuan explained again: "Actually, he kept the money for me."

Song Zhiwei narrowed her eyes immediately, and her voice became low: "Sure enough, you still lied to me."

Wei Xuan was speechless, "Listen to me."

"Okay, tell me." Song Zhiwei glared at him threateningly, "If you don't give a reasonable explanation as to why you concealed the existence of this money, then don't expect to go home intact today."

"This is my grandmother's inheritance." Wei Xuan's words explained the source of the money, "Before she died, she made a will, and all her money was inherited by me and my cousin, and stored in a fund. This money has always been It was kept by my parents and I never used it."

"That is to say, your parents have always been in charge of the inheritance your grandma gave you. If they don't give it to you, you don't plan to take it?" Song Zhiwei knew Wei Xuan too well, "regarding money as dung", although the fund The money is his, but he probably doesn't plan to take it until his parents die.

Wei Xuan nodded.

Song Zhiwei glared at him, "Then you should tell me too."

"What's the use of telling you the money that can't be used?" Wei Xuan's words seemed to make sense.

Song Zhiwei didn't know whether to be angry or not, she asked again: "Then why did your father give it to you all of a sudden?"

"renovate a house."

In fact, this card was given to Wei Xuan after Wei Changkong knew that his son and his "daughter-in-law" were officially together, and asked him to renovate the house as soon as possible, and buy something for Song Zhiwei along the way.

The diamond ring Wei Xuan bought for Song Zhiwei was also withdrawn from this card.

It turned out that this was the case, and Song Zhiwei didn't blame Wei Xuan anymore, after all, it was impossible for him to open his mouth and ask his parents for money.

But she didn't forget to ask: "By the way, how much did you inherit?" Song Zhiwei still had some common sense, and knew that if it was a fund, it shouldn't be too little.

"Tens of millions." Wei Xuan replied lightly.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Song Zhiwei suddenly choked on her own saliva, and she blushed and coughed non-stop.

"Have a cold?" Wei Xuan patted her back lightly and asked with concern.

Song Zhiwei waved his hand away, staring at his eyes like a beast seeing "prey", shining brightly: "Say it again, how much is it?"

"Tens of millions." Wei Xuan repeated, but he didn't know the exact number.

"Your grandma is so rich?" Song Zhiwei was shocked, she thought he would share hundreds of thousands at most.

Wei Xuan told her that his grandma's family was the first batch of national bourgeoisie and accumulated a lot of wealth during the Republic of China. Although the family property was later confiscated, there is still a lot of funds abroad.

After the domestic environment stabilized, they transferred foreign funds to the country, participated in the construction of New China, and accumulated a large amount of wealth.

Before his grandmother died, he donated half of his net worth, and the remaining half was distributed to his children and grandchildren.

Wei Xuan also told Song Zhiwei one thing: "The tens of millions were originally divided equally between me and my cousin, but my cousin died in a test machine accident two years ago, so I inherited it alone."

Ah, it turns out that his cousin is gone, no wonder he is reluctant to mention the money.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help holding his hand, and said sensiblely: "Since you don't want to mention the money, then you won't mention it in the future. We will use what your father gives us."

Wei Xuan nodded.

Not wanting the atmosphere to become sad, Song Zhiwei quickly changed the subject and said, "I'm hungry, let's find a place to eat, and then study the design proposals just now."

So, Wei Xuan drove to the downstairs of his new house, and the two of them went upstairs after eating. It was more intuitive in the new house than looking at each other.

"I don't want a European style, because domestic houses are not high enough. If you use a European style, it will be too crowded." When it comes to decoration, Song Zhiwei, who has already renovated a house, said excitedly, "I will pretend that my When I was building a house, I thought, if one day I have a big house, I must decorate it in a Mediterranean style, how colorful and beautiful it is!"

Wei Xuan doesn't know what Mediterranean style is, but he doesn't like colorful, so he suggested: "Can't Chinese style be used?"

"The color of Chinese-style furniture is too dark, I think it looks depressing." Song Zhiwei shook her head and vetoed, "And neither of us are arty people, we can't even make tea, why pretend to be Chinese."

Pointing to the wall in the kitchen and the living room, she said, "This wall is painted sky blue, and a small white window is opened. How beautiful. Here, one of the pictures given to us by the designer is also designed in this way."

Wei Xuan originally wanted to raise a different opinion, but thought that he had promised her that she would take full responsibility, so he had no choice but to reserve his opinion.

Song Zhiwei walked to the bedroom and said, "These four bedrooms, one is a guest room, one is a study, and the master bedroom and the small one are opened with a small door to serve as a mother-in-law's room."

Wei Xuan suddenly hugged her from behind, spraying warm breath on her delicate cheeks, "Thinking of the baby room so soon?"

Song Zhiwei puffed her cheeks and said, "Why not? You want to wait a few years until I'm an old woman before having a baby?"

He lowered his head and gently squeezed her earballs, "When do you plan to give birth?"

Song Zhiwei's cheeks were slightly hot. Although she was embarrassed, she still answered frankly: "All along, my plan was to give birth as soon as I got married. Anyway, I will have a baby sooner or later. The sooner I give birth, the sooner I finish the task."

Wei Xuan couldn't help but let out a low laugh, "Having a baby is to complete the task?"

"That's not it." Song Zhiwei pouted, "It hurts so much, who wants to give birth? Every time I deliver those bitches with dystocia, I see them in pain and can't scream, I think, wait until I give birth. How painful it must be. So, if it wasn't for giving an explanation to the elders, I wouldn't want to give birth."

A few black lines appeared on Wei Xuan's forehead. This woman, is she "comparing" herself with a bitch?
(End of this chapter)