Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It was too far away and too noisy, so Assistant Hao couldn't hear clearly.

Anyway, after saying this, a gray light flashed across Fu Haitang's face from the top of the bar, and he saw the boss's slightly narrowed eyes flashing fiercely.

……

"Director Song, did you hear the call just now?"

"Ah."

"Look at Dong Fu's ring... should you send someone to get it?"

Song Weiyu looked out the window without saying anything. In the ward on the 19th floor, there were no clouds above and no trees below, which made people feel empty.

She reached out and tucked the hair on her temples behind her ears.

Assistant Hao Te saw the white marks on the ends of her fingers and hurriedly reached into the inner pocket of her suit.

"By the way, Director Song, your ring."

The wedding ring that should have been at the bottom of the lake was lying in the palm of Assistant Hao Te.

Song Weiyu did not look back, nor did he show a surprised expression.

Looking out the window, he said calmly: "You threw them all away and made your own decisions."

Assistant Hao Te smiled and did not refute.

Today in the store, when Song Weiyu gave him the ring, she gently pressed his palm.

After being her special assistant for so many years, how could he not understand the meaning here.

But at that time, Fu Dong's ring was still firmly on his hand. And now...

His is at the bottom of the lake, and hers is in her hand.

It's the other way around.

"Hao Zhu, I'm so embarrassed if you do this." Song Weiyu turned back, stretched out his hand, and twisted the ring.

The wedding ring is a very simple style, with a white gold ring setting and only a small diamond set in the middle.

It is exactly the same as Fu Haitang's. When ordering the model, Fu Haitang said that it should be simpler. Simple models will never become a thing of the past and he can wear them for a lifetime.

The designer said that this is called single-mindedness.

He really never picked it.

"Did you just want to ask me if I should send someone to retrieve the ring?"

Hao Zhu nodded hurriedly.

Song Weiyu chuckled, loosened his fingers, and the ring drew a parabola in the air and landed on the trash can beside the bed.

"Do you know the answer?"

"Yes, Director Song."

……

After Hao Te helped her away, the mask on her face that was as thin as ice on the surface of a winter lake collapsed instantly.

With a confused expression, she stared blankly at her feet.

During the time she fainted, it seemed as if the nurse had given her new medicine. The medicinal powder followed the wound and carefully covered every inch of suture line, more carefully than every time before.

After looking at the feet, he looked at the window again.

The window was as clean as ever, not even the gaps were dusty.

After looking at the window, I studied the coffee table and sofa, the furniture from the West Beijing Private Hospital, which is high-end and tasteful.

His eyes kept rolling around the room, staying on one item for a minute or two, then eagerly jumping to the next one.

So much so that Li He watched her at the door for five minutes, but she didn't even notice.

...When he got closer, she had already studied the four-piece suit on the bed.

Anyway, don't look at that trash can.

But the trash can seemed to have magic power, emitting invisible threads towards her, pulling at her sight and mind.

She was bored to death.

He hit himself hard on the chest.

Li He saw her beating her chest and said jokingly: "What are you looking at in the whole room? Do you think Fu Haitang is hiding somewhere?"

After speaking, he picked up the water glass, looked at it, and poured another glass of water: "Let me help you check whether he is hiding in the glass. Don't burn him to death when you pour the water."

This name is now like a piece of sharp-edged ice, cold and biting.

Song Weiyu took the water cup and said, "Pour the garbage out for me."

Li He looked at the trash can. There were only a few pieces of gauze and paper in it, and it wasn't even full.

"Why, Fu Haitang hid the trash can?"

Li He picked up the trash can and glanced at it, "Okay, I'll throw it away for you. You can only instruct the dean to take out the trash for you personally."

After saying that, he walked towards the door slowly.

"Wait..." She said quickly and urgently, as if she was reacting unconsciously.

Li He stopped, turned around and looked at her with a smile, "What? You feel guilty, don't you throw it away?"

He had a meaningful look on his face.

Song Weiyu stared at the trash can. If he threw it away this time, he would never find it again. Reason told her to throw it away. After all, she wouldn't need it in the future. Keeping the ring only proved her inexplicable indecisiveness at this moment.

But when people are fragile, emotions are like automatically superimposing buffs, which invisibly defeat reason.

She endured it and swallowed it.

His vocal cords vibrated with the smell of blood: "Li He, who sent me back to the hospital today?"

If it were him, he wouldn't throw it away yet.