Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu leaned on the leather seat and looked at the pale moon in the sky outside the window with a smile.

Not a word.

His expression is calm and gentle, but his heart is tangled up.

French people's evenings are all about champagne, and there were many drunk people in the lobby. The two stumbled into the hotel, and the concierge hurriedly stepped forward to help them and gave them a good tip for taking them upstairs.

Before the concierge could approach, a steady chest pressed against Song Weiyu's back. He held her tightly with both hands, letting her lean on him.

Song Weiyu didn't look up, she already knew who it was when she smelled the perfume.

Pretending to be ignorant, he murmured: "Well, now concierges use such good stuff to tempt people to commit crimes."

As he spoke, he fell into the man's arms, his face buried in his collarbone, and he groaned.

"What's your name? My sister is keeping you after her divorce."

The man's hand holding her wrist suddenly tightened, and he let out a low-pitched hum.

The feeling of dissatisfaction and helplessness.

Song Weiyu couldn't walk steadily in high heels, couldn't see clearly, and twisted around in his arms.

The man tightened his arms, slapped her on the butt, and said in a deep voice: "If you make any more waves, I will carry you away."

"Huh? You can talk, but your voice... sounds a lot like my husband's."

"...Does it sound good?"

Song Weiyu murmured vaguely: "Well, it works...it's still manly."

The man chuckled deeply, said nothing, and pressed her closer to him.

When he arrived at the door of the room, Song Weiyu had already changed into a posture of being hugged vertically by the man, with his arms hooked on the man's shoulders, as if he was asleep.

The man opens the door.

Only then did a soft scream come from his arms: "Sir, you opened the wrong door. My room is the one next to it."

Li Nian had already returned to the house, waiting for Song Weiyu to return with the door ajar.

The man lowered his head and looked at the half-awake man in his arms with red lips and said hoarsely: "That's right, you should live in my room."

"Why?"

The man held his hand on the door and stopped.

"Why, just catching the fire doesn't put it out?"

"Go find your wife to put out the fire."

The two of them were already close to each other, and their lips seemed to have never touched. Song Weiyu tilted his head slightly, listening to the man's hoarse voice in his ear, feeling even drunker than if he had drunk too much.

Under the goose-yellow light, the man covered her up in his arms and looked at the waiters who occasionally passed by on the floor. He looked like they were rubbing their ears together, but he was extremely forbearing.

"I'm not here to find you..."

The bewitching and slow voice came, and Song Weiyu softened. The sweet champagne seemed to have been poured into his heart, making even his blood sticky.

The man couldn't hold it any longer, so he pecked her on the lips, opened the door, and wanted to embrace her in.

However, she slipped, kicked off her high-heeled shoes, and escaped from his arms. She quickly ran back to her suite like a fox out of a trap, glancing back at him with hazy eyes.

His slender and elegant figure was standing upright in the Baroque-style corridor, with a helpless smile on his lips, and the doting in his eyes as he looked over from a distance.

She left an intoxicated smile and entered the door of her room without any hesitation.

Sticking behind the door, losing the calmness he had just now, Song Weiyu patted his chest to calm his anxious heartbeat.

After drinking too much, the alcohol entered my heart and brain, and I almost fell into the temptation of this bitch man.

Could it be...that this is the so-called ex-husband effect?

Li Nian was taking off her makeup. Seeing the horror on her face, she laughed so hard: "Come back so soon? Where is my ex-husband?"

"I knew it was you. I almost fell into the arms of my ex-husband again. Fortunately, I braked."

Li Nian chuckled: "It seems you are determined to divorce? That's right. A good woman shouldn't be in two different situations."

Then he continued: "After all, two are not stable, at least eight are needed."

Song Weiyu smiled and sank into the bathtub while taking off his clothes: "Yes, yes, you are the best." Excellent people all have A cups. '

...?

The two of them took a shower, dried their hair, and walked to the balcony wrapped in thick nightgowns.

Every room here has an outdoor balcony, where you can drink wine, smell the flowers and look at the moonlight, and you will feel very comfortable.

The two women leaned against the fence comfortably, with the evening breeze blowing gently by their ears. No one spoke in this atmosphere, and everyone could not help but think about their own tattered memories.

Especially in romantic cities, dark nights are accompanied by a drunken trance.

Li Nian took out a pack of cigarettes from his nightgown pocket, picked out a slender cigarette between his two fingers, and handed it to Song Weiyu: "Come one with me."

Song Weiyu didn't show any pretense, took it, shook his long hair to one side, tilted his head and nodded.

Taking a deep breath, red sparks bloomed on her fingertips. She turned around and put her arms on the fence, gently raised her neck, and released a cloud of smoke into the air.

All her long hair was scattered on the back of her neck, and her slender neck formed a beautiful arc as she raised her head.

She closed her eyes slightly and looked at the starry sky in the distance, but her heart couldn't help but miss the man who was still in Beijing.

Why, it wasn't him.

She took another breath, and as the smoke entered her heart and lungs, her head became more trance-like and frivolous.

He put his hand into his pocket, took out his cell phone, and called.

"did you miss me?"

There was silence for a moment, and then a low and short male voice sounded: "Drink too much?"

"Then you just think I'm drunk and coax me."

The other person didn't speak, but Song Weiyu could think of him holding his mobile phone and smiling helplessly.

Chen Fang: "Yeah, I think so."

Song Weiyu smiled, put the cigarette into his mouth, inhaled lightly, swallowed part of it, and spit out part of it.

"Keep talking, I'm not coaxing you well."

"I miss you."

Song Weiyu smiled with satisfaction, and there were countless stars in his eyes. He took the last puff of his cigarette and said softly to the phone: "I miss you too, a little more than you miss me."

The smoke dissipated, and as soon as he finished speaking, the smile was still in the corners of his eyes. She still held the unburned cigarette butt between her fingertips, and her face was both charming and wild at the same time.

Suddenly, I felt the gaze coming from the side.

Turning his head slightly, on the balcony of the next room, those deep eyes were bottomless, and the elegant face was filled with unspeakable gloom.

His expression clearly showed that he heard what Song Weiyu said to the phone, 'I miss you too. '

I don't know how long he stood there and stared.

Song Weiyu's heart sank and he threw away the cigarette butt unnaturally. He ran his fingers through his hair and scratched it irritably.

There was still silence on the other end of the phone, but he didn't hang up the phone.

She was flustered, and Fu Haitang's words flashed through her mind for some reason: "Let's get a divorce."

Covered in Fu Haitang's deep eyes, she said to the phone: "Because I miss you so much, come to Paris to find me."

She heard the man's self-deprecating chuckle on the balcony nearby. The sound seemed to come from his nasal cavity, dull and short-lived.

Then the door opened and he returned to his room.

There was still silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, Chen Fang's gentle voice came again: "Both of you are not in the company, so I can't leave. When you come back, I will pick you up at the airport."

Song Weiyu said nothing.

"Be obedient." Chen Fang was slumped on the sofa. There were inexplicable cigarette butts and wine bottles on the table. His black shirt was half unbuttoned and half of his chest was exposed. He closed his eyes and pressed his temples. He looked more decadent than he had ever seen before.

"I've listened to it for half my life, and now I don't want to hear it anymore."

After that, he hung up the phone and rushed into the room to pack his luggage.