Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Shao Yi sighed secretly, each of these gangsters from the Fu family can come up with weird flowers.

Over the years, I have become accustomed to Fu Chunhe's shrewdness and ability, and his actions are more ruthless and decisive than Song Weiyu's.

I didn’t expect that everyone behaves the same way in front of women.

Shao Yi suddenly felt that family marriage was really good, at least he didn't have to suffer the pain of love.

Just as he was thinking about it, his Ku pushed open the door and came in, with his little face hanging down in frustration.

"Brother, my sister-in-law ran away...I'm sorry I didn't stop her."

This glance, the burning throbbing and the absurd self-consciousness, collided with Shao Yi's tangle that he had never experienced before in his life.

He laughed at himself in his heart: Sure enough, when it comes to women, everyone has the same fucking virtue.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

Fu Chunhe tapped his fingers regularly on the long solid wood table.

Song Jingming saw Wen Ying's pinched face and smiled sadly: "Come here."

He held her in his arms and rubbed his hair: "Don't go back to Hangzhou recently. Let's stay in the capital for a while."

"why?"

Opposite him, Fu Chunhe had a calm face, but pursed his lips and said nothing, staring at one place for a long time.

This is the rhythm when the elder brother is going to be cruel.

Song Jingming leaned close to Wen Ying's ear and whispered, "I'll give you a chance to protect my sister-in-law."

airport.

Seeing a group of security guards in suits and ties surrounding the cold and angry Su Jin, Wen Ying finally understood what Song Jingming meant.

"Brother, is this blatantly robbing someone?"

"Well, they met once two years ago. At that time, the eldest brother hesitated and was a little late, and the sister-in-law ran away again. The eldest brother will never suffer the same loss again."

"But...sister-in-law, can you follow me?"

Not far away, Su Jin's eyes were filled with coldness. She held the child in place and gently pulled up the child's mask, covering most of his face.

It's a pity that these eyes cannot be covered.

Fu Chunhe stood five steps away from Su Jin. He wanted to get closer but hesitated. He raised his glasses with his slender fingers and said in a harsh voice: "Get on the plane."

A circle of people could only carefully surround Su Jin and walk to the waiting private plane.

Wen Ying was surprised that Su Jin didn't struggle and just walked forward indifferently.

Song Jingming pinched her cold cheeks and said, "No one can escape when big brother is cruel. If she doesn't follow him honestly, this man Jiang Cheng will have to... suffer a lot..."

Take some pain, to put it mildly.

Wen Ying looked at Su Jin who was surrounded in the cage, and suddenly felt a dull pain in the wound where the chip was installed.

Are all the men in the Fu family so unscrupulous?

His heart felt uneasy, and he was almost half-carried and half-pushed forward by Song Jingming.

At this moment, she felt that Song Jingming's meticulous kindness seemed to have changed its meaning.

The kiss on the ankle when the two started and the chip in his body now have Song Jingming's exclusive label.

Song Jingming felt the stiffness of the person in his arms, glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and said casually.

"Wen Ying, your mother-in-law is hospitalized."

Wen Ying came to her senses and immediately became worried: "What's wrong with Aunt Song? Brother said something happened at home. What happened?"

Song Jingming didn't know what to say. Now it was widely rumored that Fu Haitang and Song Weiyu were divorced. Originally, a statement could solve the matter.

But yesterday, evidence came out that Fu's legal department was dividing the property between the two.

The person who can get the information from Fu's legal department must be someone within the group.

Song Jing went to check secretly, but couldn't find any clues.

He even suspected that the person who released this evidence was deliberately confirming the news of [Song and Fu's divorce].

"Your mother-in-law is fine. Li He returned to Beijing from Hangzhou, and he took care of her personally. But...she is not in good spirits. She will be here soon. You can comfort her."

In Wen Ying's heart, Song Weiyu was a real strong woman. Wen Ying couldn't think of anything that could make her feel bad.

The plane took off, and the roar made Juanjuan cry.

The cry was not as loud as other children, with a weak sense of grievance.

"Mom, where are we going?"

Su Jin squatted on the ground, wiped her tears, and smiled softly: "Juan Juan, be good, mom will take you... there."

Where to go?

Go to that sad place that you have been avoiding for ten years?

Seeing that she was speechless, Wen Ying immediately walked over, squatted in front of Juan Juan, and showed a very cute smile: "Juan Juan, can I take you to Aunt Wen's house?"

After getting along with her for the past few days, Juan Juan fell in love with this aunt who was as beautiful as the person in the painting.

Only then did he stop the small tears that were falling, and stretched out his white and tender hands to hug her: "Okay, auntie, give me a hug."

Wen Ying immediately opened his hands, held Juan Juan by his arm and carried him to his cabin chair, letting Juan Juan sit on his lap.

"Aunt Wen, why does this uncle keep looking at me?"

Juan Juan looked carefully at Song Jingming sitting next to him, wishing he could retract his head into his clothes.

She threw herself on Wen Ying's chest, her chubby face lying on Wen Ying's soft flesh, and secretly glanced at Song Jingming.

This little appearance made Song Jingming happy, but he didn't dare to be too happy.

After all, this is the sister-in-law's child, not the eldest brother's.

But now, all Fu Chunhe's attention is on the woman sitting by the window, trying to escape his burning gaze.

Su Jin felt uncomfortable because of his unobstructed eyes, which were so greedy that her hands and feet turned from being cold and distant at the beginning.

This feeling was so strange, she wiped the sweat from her palms silently, stretched out her hand to push the long hair on her forehead behind her ears.

As soon as he raised his hand, his wrist was grabbed.

She turned around suddenly and met Fu Chunhe's eyes full of intense emotions, three parts fierce and twelve parts lustful.

Terrified, she tried to pull her hand back, but was pulled directly into the man's arms, held upright with her buttocks supported, and the only thing that could move was her calf.

I was fluttering up and down, but I didn't dare to shout loudly, for fear that the baby would hear and be frightened.

"Fu Chunhe, you are crazy. Let go. The baby will cry if he can't find me."

In this position, her lips were right next to his ear, and her voice was deliberately suppressed, giving off a hint of coquettishness.

Fu Chunhe's arms holding her hips stiffened, but he didn't stop walking to the cabin bedroom.

"Fu Chunhe, put me down! The baby can't see me and will be anxious."

She has one baby at a time, a baby she had with another man.

Fu Chunhe's eyes suddenly turned cold, showing a bit of pain. With one free hand, he slapped her butt hard.

"Behave, or I'll throw your little brat out of the plane."

"You bastard."

Before she could finish her scolding, her body turned suddenly and she was pushed against the bedroom door.

The dark curtains were drawn in the bedroom, and only a few rays of sunlight sneaked in through the gaps, flickering in and out with the bumps.

She felt the rising body temperature of the man next to her. She lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him, and her palms became sweaty again.

He tried to push, but was pressed even tighter.

Her nose was full of the cold cologne smell of the man. She didn't dare to breathe, but her racing heart seemed to destroy her. She held on to her rationality at the moment when the man's lips were about to fall.

"Mr. Fu, please let go! Is this some special way of treating other people's wives?"