Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She frowned on the hospital bed.

She only remembered pressing a number before she passed out completely. It was her body's instinctive reaction.

Yes, her speed dial number 1 is always Chen Fang.

"Remember?" Fu Haitang stared at her, not missing any expression on her face, "Even if you know that Chen Fang's original number is no longer needed, you still have to call him. A phone call that no one answers can still Let me entrust you with your life, right?"

A long silence echoed in the night.

Song Weiyu raised his head and looked at the full moon outside the window. That was the end of the matter.

"Correct."

Hearing her response, Fu Haitang chuckled twice and looked at her stubborn profile.

When she came back from Paris, she fainted from crying. In addition to being injured and comatose, her face lost weight again.

He stood up and left. Before leaving, he said, "I saved Chen Fangxin's number for you. If you encounter danger in the future, don't call the old one."

His lonely back and these words undoubtedly made Song Weiyu on the hospital bed full of guilt.

Fu Haitang is always like this. When others are determined to break things, he will immediately reveal the softer side of his heart to you, making you feel guilty for your ruthlessness and making you unable to bear to take action.

She calmed down the fluctuations in her heart, picked up her phone, and looked at his new number.

She wanted to know who rescued her tonight.

If it's Chen Fang, then...does it mean that he has been following her in the dark tonight?

Otherwise, how could he show up in such a timely manner if the call didn't go through.

She wanted to call him, wanted to hear his voice, wanted to tell him that she was not afraid of danger and was willing to follow him.

Even if someone puts a gun to her head tomorrow and asks her to be buried with Chen Fang.

How many thirty years of life are left to waste?

She pressed the number.

The other party answered the call almost without waiting, and no one spoke, but there seemed to be an invisible thread in the air, piercing the shackles of space and connecting the two people's heartbeats together.

"Why don't you sleep at midnight? I heard that you went to a cocktail party today and drank too much?..." His voice was a little hoarse, slow and low.

He slowly said what he said to lie to her.

This means that he did not go to the reception today, and it was not him who saved him today.

If it were in the past, she would definitely not expose his lie. She would just say, "Well, you heard that I went to the cocktail party, but why didn't I show up?"

But now that things have come to a point, she doesn't want to accompany him in lying.

"Chen Fang, you know, I can tell every time you lie."

The other person said nothing, so she continued, "Including last time."

The last time was when he pushed her into Fu's house the night before going to Paris.

Chen Fang smiled silently, with helplessness exposed, "Well, then you are great."

Song Weiyu suddenly remembered that when she was embarrassed by reporters on the stage, the black suits she saw leaving the door were not his people?

At that time, Fu Haitang had just come on stage to rescue her.

She suddenly felt a little sluggish, pretending to be casual and asked: "I saw you when I was being made difficult by reporters. Did you want to go on stage and take me away?"

Chen Fang held the phone and frowned slightly. He felt that something was wrong with Song Weiyu tonight. He didn't drink but spoke very straightforwardly, which made him unable to resist.

Did Fu Haitang make things difficult for her?

"Is he making things difficult for you?" The voice was a little anxious.

But his words inadvertently implied that he really wanted to go on stage and take her away.

But Song Weiyu wanted to hear him say it himself, and stubbornly repeated: "Answer me first. If Fu Haitang didn't come on stage at that time, would you take me away?"

Chen Fang paused, his chest seemed to be depressed and beating wildly.

Just when he was about to open his mouth, Fu Haitang's words came into his mind: "You dare not marry her, but you keep giving her hope. Don't you think it's cruel?"

He swallowed and took a deep breath, "I..."

"I don't want to hear any more lies." Song Weiyu directly blocked the denial he was about to say.

She didn't want to hear lies, so why did he want to say it... Every time he said something he didn't mean, he said it with blood.

"At that time, if Fu Haitang had not come on stage, would you have taken me away?" She asked again.

Thinking back to this morning, the reporter asked Mr. Chen whether it was because she was the one in his heart that he never married.

His answer is obvious and has not changed in 30 years.

He smiled and lowered his voice: "I didn't just want to take you away."

After hearing his answer, Song Weiyu held the phone and smiled. After the ridiculousness came the dull longing, "I miss you and want to see you. You did see me today, but I was unconscious and haven't seen you yet."

"Think too much?"

"I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night thinking about it, otherwise why would I call you at this time?"

"Get up and come to the window."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Weiyu was stunned, and then his heart started beating wildly.

He quickly got out of bed and leaned against the window.

Not far away under the sycamore tree, a Bugatti parked in the shadows, flashing its lights. Then the car door opened and the man stepped out with long legs.

Although she couldn't see his face clearly, her stiff figure and black suit seemed to allow her to imagine the man's resolute and cold face and the black diamond in his ear.

"You...how long have you stayed?"

"long time."