Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The sound of rain outside the window stopped at some point.

But there was still a haze in the room. Song Weiyu kept his curled up posture and watched the fog on the glass dissipate little by little.

She picked up her phone and unlocked it.

Looking at the familiar number, his fingers stopped in the air, and he paused for a moment. Still no next step was taken, and the phone automatically locked the screen again.

——Fu Zhai

Fu Haitang's Bentley slowly drove through the gate. As soon as the car stopped, the butler opened the passenger door first.

When nothing was found, he was stunned for a moment: "Master, Madam didn't come back with you?"

Fu Haitang closed the car door and glanced at her favorite osmanthus tree in the corner.

This was planted by the two of them that year. Now the branches are empty, and all the small yellow flowers have been knocked down in the rain.

Mixed into the soil, it looked like he was in such a mess right now.

"She's not coming back." The voice was hoarse and low.

Only then did the housekeeper realize that Fu Haitang was soaked to the skin and his trousers were dripping with water. He took one step at a time and quickly ordered someone to boil ginger soup.

Fu Haitang returned to the room. As soon as he opened the door, he could smell the scent of wintersweet on her body. Normally, he would take a deep sniff.

But today the fragrance seemed to be poisonous, and even if he breathed carefully, he couldn't avoid feeling astringent in his heart the moment he breathed it in.

Without going inside, he went directly into the bathroom and turned on the hot water.

He lowered his head and supported the shampoo table with both hands. He didn't dare to look up until the enclosed space was gradually occupied by heat and the mirror opposite was filled with fog.

This way you won't see the look in your eyes that you regret mentioning the divorce.

But when he looked up, he saw that the custom-made wall cabinet that was almost two meters long was full of her things. Looking at these, her coquettish voice suddenly came to mind in his ears.

"Husband, you took the wrong bottle. This bottle is for wiping feet."

"Honey, do you smell this? It smells like milk when you rub it on your body. Smell it quickly..."

"husband……"

There are hundreds of bottles and jars here, and he can name every bottle. Because she was so pretentious, those who wiped hands, feet, and necks were separated.

There are even several bottles for heel rubs.

He smiled helplessly, and his eyebrows became a little gentle.

Her eyes looked at a pair of pearl earrings lying on the table. They must have been thrown there a few days ago. She always put them down casually and ignored them, and shouted when she couldn't find them.

It must be that he lost it, so he threw himself on him and made a fuss.

When he found it for her with ease, she pretended to be embarrassed and kissed him, coaxing him a few words: "Husband, you are so awesome, how will you live if I leave!"

Yes, he also wanted to rush back to the hospital to ask her. He had raised Mrs. Fu in the palm of his hand for 30 years. She was so pretentious and had a bad temper.

How do you live without him?

Do you know in which cloakroom are those silver-white non-abrasive high heels placed?

Do you know which safe the darkest sapphire necklace is in?

Do you know the size of each position of your custom-made cheongsam?

Did you know that your favorite fabric is decided every year in early spring and requires manual reeling and hand weaving for half a year to get it?

……

Fu Haitang held the pair of pearl earrings and asked in his mind.

Thanks to him throwing his phone outside, otherwise he was really afraid that he would call her immediately and tell her: "Wife, I don't want a divorce. It's not that you can't live without me... it's that I can't live without you. "

The sharp gaps in the earrings irritated the palms of his hands, and he recovered slightly.

Letting go, the pearl slid back onto the marble countertop.

I took off my wet clothes and stood under the hot water, washing away the coolness of the autumn rain all over my body.

The bite mark on his forearm hurt a little as the hot water washed away. He looked at the clear blood mark and stretched out his hand to touch it.

There was a moment of confusion.

After taking a shower, I felt a little clearer.

He sent a message to Yu Teshu and asked him to prepare the transfer procedures for the cultural technology company that Song Weiyu wanted.

I wanted to contact the person in charge of the legal department, but took a deep breath and hesitated.

There is always a smell of osmanthus in the room.

But the flowers on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree he planted for her were all washed away by the heavy rain. Not a single flower was left, so there was no smell left.

While holding the phone in a daze, the butler brought over ginger soup.

He put it on the desk in the small living room of the room and said with a smile: "Master, I thought it was going to rain today, so I collected some osmanthus flowers in advance and put them on Madam's bedside. She will be happy to see them when she comes back."

After saying that, without waiting for Fu Haitang's reply, he closed the door with a smile and went out.

Fu Haitang was stagnant under the chandelier, with shadows on his hair. He swallowed the sobs in his throat.

Turned around and entered the bedroom.

On the ebony cabinet on her side of the bed, several Su Gui sticks were placed in cyan porcelain vases, some were in bud and some were blooming.

They unknowingly send fragrance to every corner of the room.

Let him have no way to escape and no way to retreat.

I held the phone tightly, wishing I could crush it, but the phone didn't break. The scratch on the back of my hand that was scratched by the glass collapsed again, with bright blood streaks emerging.

Sure enough, Li Hyuk was right.

Wounds that are not treated in time can become infected.