Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The light in the bathroom is dim and ambiguous, like the world gradually deforming before your eyes after being drunk.

Song Weiyu was restrained by Fu Haitang's strong hands on the back of his neck. He could only hold on to the edge of the bathtub and his upper body came out of the water.

Forced to look up and look at him, her body seemed to be under control.

But his eyes were unabashedly arrogant, and his tone was particularly irritating.

"Then Mr. Fu can choose not to get used to it."

The man smiled instead of being annoyed.

Tut: "Let's get used to it first. I'll let you know when I've gotten used to it enough."

After saying that, he covered the thin lips near his mouth, crushing and possessing them. With their arms slightly bent, the two of them fell into the bathtub.

The person beneath her was not as smooth as he was, and she was almost pressed into the bottom of the bathtub. The fear of drowning made her take the initiative to hook the man's shoulders and climb up with her waist straight.

The mouth is still occupied, and all that can come out is a thin sob.

Fu Haitang was amused by her angry and frightened look. He dragged her out of the water a little and watched her panting against the wall of the bathtub.

His eyes wandered to the tips of her wet hair. The black hair was in strands and dripping on her chest.

His hands were on her waist to control her, whether she would go ashore or drown, it was all up to him.

"Fu Haitang, you...get out! Don't touch me!"

After cursing, I stretched out a leg to kick him, but luckily, he held his ankle again.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled elegantly, but then he acted like a gangster, pinching her waist and slowly pulling her into the water.

"You don't want to touch me? You don't let me touch you every day, but you don't fall behind every day. Could it be that, Mrs. Fu, your new trick is to play hard to get?"

Song Weiyu frowned and glared at him, holding tightly on both sides of the bathtub with both hands, trying to lift his chest up to touch the air.

His eyes darkened, and the smile on his lips grew thicker.

"Tsk... don't let your mouth be touched, it looks nice..."

He swallowed, let go of her, and while she was flopping in the water looking for support, he pulled her clothes up with both hands and took them off.

His already fluffy and unmanaged hair was a little messy in front of his eyebrows, and he looked down at her.

With an elegant and cruel smile on his face, he patted her cheeks that were red from choking on the water.

"Don't bother yourself, save some energy and shout later."

"Go away... uh, uh."

Song Weiyu had just sat firmly in the slippery bathtub. Before he could finish cursing, there was another wave of suppressive demands.

……

The water in the bathtub was so full that it overflowed with the fluctuations. Song Weiyu felt like he was on a ship, with rough seas and violent storms in the sky.

Only she was shaking precariously and begging for help.

After a while, the wind stopped when it met the mountain, and the boat stopped at the shore.

She also scolded Fu Haitang eight hundred times in her heart.

Seeing her trembling on the edge of the bathtub with her arms hanging down, Fu Haitang smiled contentedly: "Mr. Song, let's go and take your husband to spend money. Those male models did nothing. When they sang songs, Mr. Song threw money in boxes after boxes. , I think I can serve you so well. Mr. Song must take care of me..."

With that said, he picked her up from the water.

I showered her again, washed her inside and out, wrapped her in a bathrobe and put her on the bed.

Without letting her move a step, he found a hair dryer and sat next to her, blowing her hair up.

The sound of the hair dryer was very quiet, but it still filled Song Weiyu's ears.

She closed her eyes to escape the noise, and her mind kept thinking of the face on the other side of the ocean that was always cold and determined, alienated and controlled.

I don’t know how he tortured himself in the past four days.

No matter how deep my longing is, it can't match the distance in space. It will take 15 hours to fly back.

But life is long, don’t rush it.

Song Weiyu smiled into the air and agreed to buy him a colorful shirt.

"I'll go to Avenue Montaigne later. I want to buy some clothes."

"it is good…"

His eyes fell on the carpet. The densely woven wool velvet neutralized the dazzling glare, and the lines that could not be grasped and touched also took shape at this time.

It's a pity that the bright sunshine today has not yet reached the cities thousands of miles apart. That city is still sleeping in the dark night.

In the darkness, the phone rang.

It is a very old-fashioned military aircraft. It has no function except for making phone calls and positioning.

But the man carried it with him for 30 years.

"Task"

Under the faint light of the mobile phone, I could vaguely see the expressionless face of the man. He was sitting on the wooden floor, his upper body leaning against the wall, and one leg bent to support his arm.

Beside him were scattered cigarette butts.

Staring at the phone with sharp eyes, a wave of confusion flashed deep in his eyes.

I replied with a blank text message, glanced at the time, and it froze for a long time like a sculpture.

As the phone screen turned off, the room returned to darkness again.

He thought that at this time, the sun should be shining in Paris.

He stood up, tilted his head to relieve the stiff muscles and bones, looked at the hazy night outside the window, and walked into the bathroom to wash away his fatigue.

Two hours later, Chen Fang had already obtained the note arranging the task from the tire gap.

“188*******”

Dial with your cell phone.

"Chen Fang, long time no see."

"What mission."

"Tsk, what's going on? You're still so indifferent. Have you missed me for so many years? I remember back then I was helping Song Weiyu..."

"What mission."

The person opposite smiled meaningfully: "Okay... okay, okay. For the sake of old friends, I will give you two choices. You choose one yourself, one that is dangerous and one that is slightly safer."

The other party paused, and Chen Fang didn't say anything.

The other party continued: "The danger is at home, the safety is abroad."

Chen Fang replied coldly: "Dangerous."

……

Hang up the phone and find out Song Weiyu's number.

Finger presses on the dial key.

I kept staring until my eyes turned red, but I didn't press the button.

Now, he is really lucky that he threw away his ticket yesterday and did not go to Paris.

——Paris, Avenue Montaigne.

In a luxury store.

Song Weiyu was sipping coffee on the sofa: "Fu Haitang, show me what color you are wearing."

Color?

Fu Haitang picked up the olive green shirt with white patterns all over it and frowned slightly: "Honey, do you want to change your taste?"

Song Weiyu nodded: "Put it on, let me take a look."

He put on his shirt. The exquisitely tailored shirt was very attractive even though it was printed with wild patterns, especially when paired with black trousers, as if the unruliness of his upper body was suppressed in the stiff trousers.

Abstinent and seductive.

Song Weiyu nodded frequently and smiled with satisfaction: "Wrap all the ones I tried just now, and pack this one alone."

Grass.

"Song Weiyu, buy it for Chen Fang and let me try it?"

Fu Haitang hurriedly took off the shirt that seemed to have thorns on it and threw it on the sofa.

She raised her eyebrows and took out her mobile phone to send a WeChat message to Chen Fang: "I bought you a shirt, in different colors."

"When the plane lands tomorrow night, remember to pick me up."

"Miss you."

After sending it, he folded the shirt with his own hands and winked at Fu Haitang: "Why are you so angry? I bought a bunch of them for you, so I bought this one for him."

This is actually true.

Fu Haitang quickly coaxed herself, pulled out the shirt she was folding, threw it to the clerk, and held her in her arms.

"Did you send a WeChat message to Chen Fang? Let me see what you sent."

Song Weiyu frowned and held the phone tightly.

Ding...the phone rang.

Fu Haitang raised his eyebrows at the phone: "Take a look."

Song Weiyu knew that Chen Fang would only reply with one word, which was 'good'.

So I didn't cover it up and opened my phone directly.

Staring at the screen, he was stunned.