Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The Fu family's old house is a courtyard house passed down from ancestors.

The entire courtyard is surrounded by simple red walls, and cameras are installed on every wall, reflecting the lives of the people inside the wall and the footsteps of those outside the wall.

The hurried community animals on the roadside raised their tired faces and turned their heads to look at the courtyard from time to time.

Outside this courtyard is written clearly:

Private residence, please do not break in.

There is a sign on the other side:

National protected courtyard-Jingdi 0100*

There is a plaque on the door with a sense of age: Fu Zhai.

An electronic bulletproof door was installed on the outermost edge of the door. It was a dim light in the morning, and a Bentley slowly drove in.

"Beep...license plate recognition successful."

The half-opened car window revealed a gentle and elegant middle-aged man in a gray suit, with handsome features and meticulously styled hair.

But the tight lips and tense jaw clearly reveal the feeling of not being close to strangers.

"Good morning, sir!"

The butler was already waiting at the door.

The man got out of the car, tilted his head to relieve the fatigue from staying up late, and glanced at the parking area from the corner of his eye. It was empty.

"Well, what time did Madam come back last night?" The voice was low, showing a little displeasure.

"Madam arrived home at 11 o'clock last night. She didn't drink much... No, she wasn't very drunk."

The housekeeper was obviously used to this lady who started to get drunk as soon as night came and was not at all elegant and dignified during the day.

"How did she come back?"

No need to ask, doesn’t it always come back like this? The butler lowered his head and answered honestly:

"Mr. Chen...brought it back."

Actually he wanted to say 'hug'.

He added: "But Mr. Chen only stayed for half an hour last night and drove away again. He said that he would not come back for breakfast this morning because he had to deal with some matters."

"understood."

The man took off his suit, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt twice, revealing a strong forearm, and walked towards the main courtyard holding the clothes tightly.

Passing through the main hall filled with huanghuali trees, we came to the master bedroom.

After entering the password, I opened the door and smelled the smell of hangover alcohol.

He frowned and walked in quietly. The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, not a trace of light coming in.

Thinking that I wouldn't let her sleep for a while, I didn't move the curtains.

There was a muffled sound on the bed, and a pillow was thrown over: "Fu Haitang, didn't you say you would go back to China tomorrow, why did you come back early?"

The voice had a soft nasal sound, scratching the tip of his heart, and he smiled helplessly at the corner of his mouth.

"If I don't come back, you'll drink yourself to death. Do you know that I received a few calls last night, saying that you were throwing money away in the bar again, and the police were almost called."

"Really? Oh..."

She remembered that last night she and her best friend Li Nian were helping the poor in a bar and having a good time.

I heard the bar manager panicking and came over to tell the news: "Sister Song, Brother Chen's car is in front of the door! You, you, you... just hold it back and play! Brother Chen doesn't look good..."

"When did his face look better? He has a cold face all day long, and he can't make him laugh no matter how much he teases him."

At that time, she had just finished saying this. No one around him spoke.

They all looked behind her.

Song Weiyu felt that the top of his head was shrouded in shadow. When he turned around, he saw the man who couldn't smile.

His tall and muscular figure covered up the spotlights shining behind him. He had a capable head, a smooth face, and an evil look in his starry eyebrows and sword-like eyes. He really had no flaws at all.

Especially the tight muscles under the black shirt, he doesn't look like a man in his 40s.

The man was sizing her up, looking at her body-hugging satin suspender dress, with its extreme luster reflecting a dazzling halo, her bare shoulders and curvy figure.

The eyebrows were knitted deeper and deeper, and the voice was low: "Come here, go home."

The bar manager nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, sister Song, please go home quickly."

I was afraid that if I was a second too late, I would be killed by this man with his head pressed down.

Song Weiyu was a little annoyed. He lowered his eyes and refused to leave. The man stretched out his hands that had been inserted into the pockets of his trousers, took off his black suit, and took him over.

"obedient."

It was draped over her shoulders to cover her eye-catching shoulders and the ups and downs of her chest, and now it felt more pleasing to the eye.

He held his waist and walked out, not allowing her to resist.

……

On the bed, Song Weiyu recovered from last night and poked his head out of the quilt: "Fu Haitang, I want to drink coffee."

"Well, get up, I'll grind it for you."

Fu Haitang's voice was still gentle and mellow, with a bottomless sense of endearment in that yes.

Opening the curtains, Fu Haitang glanced at Song Weiyu's naked upper body unintentionally. When he glanced at his neck, he paused for a moment.

Clean and tidy.

He took her out of the quilt and carried her directly into the bathroom: "I'll give you a wash. It smells like alcohol."

"Well, I smell like wine and you smell like vinegar..."

It took a long time for the two of them to finish washing, and Song Weiyu walked to the front hall with a pair of Sichuan brocade pomegranate slippers.

Sitting on the huanghuali master chair, sipping hot American food, even though he was grinning in pain, he still forced himself to continue tasting.

If you look closely at her, you will see that she is almost middle-aged and still has a graceful appearance. She does fitness and swimming every day. While others used photon skin rejuvenation and ultrasound cannons on the face, she had to have them all over her body, including her toes.

So much so that she looks particularly charming with her slim waist, plump hips and soft breasts. Especially the pair of classic peach blossom eyes, I always feel that there is a hook in them.

"Husband, we have a regular family meeting today. Where are your three boys?"

"My sons are extremely busy and are not at the head office..."

Song Weiyu's eyebrows glared angrily: "It's bad luck. If you don't find a girlfriend, what's the use of earning so much money... Husband, why don't you hold a video conference for me."

Fu Haitang smiled, unable to bear her coquettishness, he slowly took out his mobile phone.

It took a while to get through...

The boss, Fu Chunhe, didn't even raise his head. He stared at the computer and changed files with a frown: "Mom, you drank again last night, didn't you?"

The second child, Song Jingming: "..."

The third child, Song Lianfu: "She must have gone to drink, otherwise she would be in such good spirits today?"

Fu Chunhe was born before the two got married. It seems that in that era, everyone got married very young and gave birth to their eldest son before they were 20 years old.

But Song Weiyu's mother-in-law was so difficult for her that even several years after the eldest child was born, neither of them received the certificate.

But the eldest son is very handsome and has completely inherited the advantages of his parents. He wears glasses and looks elegant, but his phoenix eyes are somewhat charming.

The second child, Song Jingming, couldn't see anything clearly on the other side of the phone because it was dark.

"Open the curtains for me..." Song Weiyu said angrily.

Song Jingming was in a daze and began to touch the curtain remote control on the wall. He finally found it after groping for it, but a charming and hazy voice sounded behind him:

"Huh? It hurts..."

In an instant, everyone on the screen lost what they were doing and looked at their phones.

Song Jingming's panicked roar came from the other side of the screen: "You...you..."

The electric curtains slowly opened, and the morning sunlight shone in mercilessly. On the screen, the dick was naked and his back was covered with fine scratches.

You can imagine how intense last night was.

Others in front of the screen immediately moved closer to their phones, waiting to see which heroine had done the bad thing.

But the moment the girl stood up, Song Jingming turned off his phone.

He logged off, and the others looked embarrassed.

Fu Chunhe pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, with a malicious smile on his handsome and elegant face: "Mom, these are normal physiological needs. Don't..."

Song Weiyu frowned: "What physiological needs does an old virgin have? No, find me this girl, she has to be responsible!"