Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The dense fog in Singapore cannot erode the warm sunshine in Beijing.

Outside the window, it was already late autumn. The yellow leaves on the branches flew to the ground with the breeze, and were crushed and swept up by the speeding cars on the road.

Song Weiyu's absent-minded face was reflected on the hospital window.

I originally wanted to look at the scenery outside the window to ignore the pain in my heart when I heard the sound of "Fu Haitang".

But now, as she looked at the fallen leaves involuntarily under the wheel, she felt that the pain was getting worse. It seems that the wheels running over are not fallen leaves...

You shouldn't think about it, but you can't help but think about it. Reason can't control your thoughts at all.

Why did he go to Singapore?

Why is there a woman's voice?

She was also allowed to call her by her full name.

Song Weiyu closed her eyes and knocked her head against the glass, thinking over and over in her heart: Don't you want a divorce? There is another woman by his side, which is not what you want!

At this moment, the pain of self-abuse made her wake up a little, and she was numbing herself by chanting in her mind: If he has another woman, the divorce will be a matter of course, which is a good thing.

The sound of "bang, bang, bang" made her feel dizzy, but she felt more comfortable.

Suddenly, the cold glass turned into a warm palm.

Song Weiyu was stunned and turned around in surprise, it was him who was back!

From surprise to disappointment and speechlessness, Li He looked at the changes in her eyes and smiled: "Song Weiyu, who do you think is here? Is it an outlaw or Fu Haitang?"

Song Weiyu was stunned, who was he thinking of just now?

Who else could it be.

I lay back on the bed depressed again, picked up the mobile phone left by Chen Fang, and looked at the photos inside.

Today, she scanned a copy of the photo Li Shiyi sent to threaten her and saved it.

"Song Weiyu, I heard that you are going to a cocktail party tomorrow? Are you crazy... The wound is so deep that it is difficult to walk. Let alone drink!"

Li He looked at the wound on her leg. Although it was small, it was deep.

There are still bright bloodshot eyes now.

"It's okay. I had two broken ribs and was stabbed by the kidnapper. I could endure the pain and heal the people on the board of directors until they were docile. This small wound is nothing..."

But in the evening, Li Nian sent a dress.

Only then did she know why Li Hyuk said she couldn't help but feel the pain.

Wearing high heels, the wound is exactly where the tendon is pulled.

There was a tug with every step.

Li Nian looked at her swaying body, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you injured? You feel...about to collapse."

As he spoke, he looked at her calves.

But Song Weiyu's calves were covered by this fishtail dress, leaving only her fair and thin ankles, so nothing could be seen wrong.

Li Nian's attention was quickly drawn elsewhere. She looked up and down and clicked her tongue:

"Song Weiyu, you are such a thousand-year-old monster. No wonder you asked for this skirt by name...this breasts and this waist are really amazing. If I were Chen Fang, tonight! I would definitely have no sense to take you to Jingnanwan Villa and have sex all night long. .”

"Chen Fang...is busy with other business and won't be with me recently."

Song Weiyu showed a smile in the mirror. She is not a woman who will cry all the time in sadness, and now she has obviously accepted the fact that Chen Fang has left.

Her only thought now is to protect the Fu family and the people in the Fu family, and to protect Chen Fang.

As long as these two things were safe and sound, she herself...actually didn't matter at all.

"Okay, just wear this."

Li Nian bit his lip and stood up suddenly: "No, Song Weiyu, Chen Fang is not with you, Fu Haitang has gone abroad! In this outlet, do you want to attend the Hongmen Banquet by yourself?"

She stared, wanting to dig into Song Weiyu's brain to see if all the infusion water had been poured into his brain.

"Hmm~"

Song Weiyu didn't care. He was still looking at his butt in the mirror and rubbed it. It felt good.

"Do you have any clues that Li Shiyi has grasped?"

"..."

Does that photo count as evidence? From the corner of her eye, she looked under the pillow where the photo was hidden.

If it was a handle, then why wasn't she willing to throw it away?

Li Nian rejected his idea again. He turned his eyes and looked at the sparkling fishtail skirt on her body. If there was something wrong with Li Shiyi, she should keep a low profile and not dress so flamboyantly.

"Song Weiyu, you dress so coquettishly, don't you want to...steal others' limelight? Have Li Shiyi offended you?"

offend? Why doesn't it count?

The man who blatantly robbed her threatened her with a photo.

The little thing that had just become a sperm dared to play so wildly in front of her.

Then she must see with her own eyes what rank the thousand-year-old demon is in?

"The limelight? Why should I grab it? Wherever I, Song Weiyu, stand, the wind is everywhere."

Seeing the amorous look in her eyes, Li Nian jumped up and cursed angrily. His excitement was self-evident: "I originally looked down on her crappy jewelry exhibition. Since you are going to go wild, I will go tomorrow too! Shao Madam and Mrs. Fu are attending the banquet together, she is so prestigious at this jewelry exhibition..."

Tsk tsk.

Before the excitement was over, he drooped his eyes again.

Worried: "Yu, your face is really not good, you are sickly white...and you are swaying when you walk. Your two men are not here, so I have to accompany you."

Song Weiyu nodded and gave Li Nian a heartless smile: "You are more effective than men!"

After Li Nian left.

Song Weiyu went through all the questions that reporters might ask tomorrow in his mind.

She had nothing to blame, her only worry was that if they came up with the photo of her breaking down and crying at the airport that day.

How to explain these photos.

Moreover, these photos have not been exposed in the media yet, so she has to be careful whether she is waiting for the wine to give her a fatal blow.

I walked around the ward for a few steps, watching my shadow being pulled further and closer by the ceiling lamp.

She paused, picked up her cell phone and called Fu Chunhe: "Boss, that day I ran barefoot and cried at the airport..."

Fu Chunhe answered the phone and gasped a few times before replying in a hoarse voice for a while: "Mom, it's okay. When I found the reporter who took the photos that day, they said that someone had already bought all the photos and destroyed them."

He cleared his hoarse throat again and continued: "It was sold very cleanly, it should have been made by my father."

Song Weiyu didn't hang up the phone, a trace of doubt flashed through his squinted eyes. He always felt that something was wrong with his voice. It was so late at night...

What are you breathing for?

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"fitness"

After throwing away the phone, Fu Chunhe looked at the woman with blurred eyes below him. She was biting her lip and trying her best to endure the crying in her throat.

But the corners of his eyes were already covered with tears, and there were crushed water drops hanging on his eyelashes, looking aggrieved as if he had been bullied.

"Su Jin, you lied to me over and over again that you were married. Is it not too much for me to punish you?"

"Well……"

The autumn rain suddenly fell outside the window, and the two people on the bed intertwined their fingers. The soft screams and the man's heavy breathing were intertwined, mixed with the wind through the cracks in the glass, and floated in the rainy night.