Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fortunately, he reached out and caught her.

No, he caught the book in her hand, "The Ordinary World".

The summer mood was very strong at that time, and the heat steamed up from the ground and spread on the hem of her slightly trembling skirt.

Fu Haitang looked at the fair-skinned person opposite, with beads of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose. He frowned and said with disdain: "My legs are so short and I can run so fast. How can I rush to be reincarnated and have longer legs?"

His voice was deep and steady, flowing slowly on this hot summer day.

Song Weiyu took half a step back and stood firm before raising his eyes to see the owner of the voice. The man was holding her book with one hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he was looking at her from above.

This was the first time she looked at Fu Haitang.

He was standing under the shadow of the wall, his eyes were deep and unpredictable, his brows were noble, and his lips had a faint smile. He was a full head taller than her, no wonder her legs were short.

He was really good-looking, and she looked at him stupidly.

"What are you looking at? I can't pull it out."

The man tilted his head slightly again, lowered his eyes to read the title of her book, and inadvertently raised his lips and smiled.

This smile instantly made the elegant and noble-looking face look ruthless, especially the upturned eyes, which were extremely frivolous.

With this fine shirt on, she realized that this was someone she couldn't afford to offend.

"Sorry, I ran too fast."

"Running too fast? Why, I still have to praise you?"

Fu Haitang smiled even more and looked at the female student standing in front of him in the sun, his face slightly pink from running, and his peach blossom eyes glaring angrily.

He runs fast and looks good.

His eyes shifted from the wet hair on her forehead to the shirt on her chest. The gray fabric was stained with sporadic sweat on her face, making it particularly conspicuous.

"I'm sorry, I, I, I soiled your shirt. I'll wash it for you. I'll give it to you after it's clean."

Fu Haitang sneered, "I, I, I will take off your clothes now, and then walk naked, naked, naked on the street? Tsk, you have a very vicious mind..."

"..."

Song Weiyu was speechless by his rhetoric, feeling ashamed and angry.

"Sir, what do you want to do? I will compensate you. Otherwise, I will pay you and you can send it to be cleaned."

As she spoke, she reached into her skirt pocket to dig out the money, took out a small handful of change, and stretched it out in front of him.

Fu Haitang stood up straight and licked his cheek with the tip of his tongue. Looking at her white and tender palms, there was not only change, but also glistening sweat.

"Do you know who I am?"

"No, I don't know"

No matter who you are, your shirt is not damaged, it is just stained with some sweat, just wash it. The money is enough.

She frowned with her curved eyebrows and rolled her bright black eyes, wondering: Could it be that she was waiting here for a fight?

"Money is not enough." He said it neatly with a joking expression in his eyes.

Sure enough, it was a hit. She was a little anxious, staring at her round eyes and planning to argue.

But before she could say anything, the man reached out and started to take off his shirt. He twisted the buckles with his slender hands and took off his clothes in a few seconds.

He threw the change into her hand and said, "Wash it away."

Song Weiyu was speechless, standing blankly in the hot sun with a red face.

She took two steps forward and saw the cool shadow of the wall, but the man stood there with his muscular upper body naked, and she didn't dare to go forward.

"Give me the book, give me the shirt in exchange for it." After he finished speaking, he didn't bother to look at her again and threw the book back.

A 190's 'armored machine' sprang out from behind him and caught the book in one fell swoop.

"Let's go, Brother Fu, why have you been hanging around with her for so long? Li He and the others are waiting for us at the bar. We're going to be late and we'll get raped again."

"But in this book..."

She didn't want to give him the book, which she had waited in line for a long time to buy. There is also a very important bookmark tucked inside.

But the man didn't look at her again, his indifferent face was full of arrogance, and he walked directly into the car not far away.

She hasn't asked him who he is, so why is he returning the shirt?

The two are in the wrong body.

She took his shirt and walked from the sun to the shadow; he took her book and walked from the shadow to the light.

Maybe the ending was determined then. Only then did Song Weiyu realize what he said today, "What are you looking at? I can't pull it out."

This is what they said when they first met 30 years ago.

The beginning of a sentence and the end of a sentence.