Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Chen Fang's words suddenly reminded Song Weiyu of that woman and what happened in the jewelry store a few days ago.

She burst out with a nameless fire, and with the help of this fire, the element of control expanded and turned into bullets ready for war.

All the emotions in my mind, including guilt and sadness, anxiety and emptiness, uneasiness and hesitation, were all covered up by anger in an instant.

Her things were coveted, so she couldn't care less.

The blood all over her body broke through the blood vessels and was arranged into several large characters, engraved on her forehead: My things are my people, you don’t care if I use them, you don’t care if I love them or not, he can only be mine! Even if I, Song Weiyu, don’t want me anymore, even if I, Song Weiyu, don’t love me anymore, you are not allowed to touch me!

He is sick and there is nothing he can do about it. Who can let him take care of him?

"You grabbed her hand! You can't even touch her hand!"

She roared angrily and bit Chen Fang's neck.

The biting position was deliberately raised a few inches, and no matter how high a shirt collar was, it couldn't cover it.

The lower mouth was hard and forceful, with the pleasure of revenge.

"Hiss...why, are you stamping Song Weiyu again?"

Chen Fang endured the numbing pain, tilted his head slightly to make it easier for her to bite, and ran his hand along the hair on the back of her head, rubbing it little by little.

This soft and waxy strength made his whole body tighten when he bit her, and the arm holding her waist became a little stiffer.

Chen Fang squinted her eyes and tried her best to restrain herself, wanting to avoid and miss the taste, but if she continued to suck it, she was afraid that when she went back tonight, she would have to fight all night to vent her anger.

"Good boy, stop sucking. I'll suck you all dry." He pulled away gently, and she tightened her grip on his neck and caught up again.

"No, I want to fill your neck so they can see the seal on your body from 360 degrees."

Chen Fang couldn't help but chuckle in a deep voice. The laughter was like a storm, fitting Song Weiyu's chest, oscillating with ripples.

"I can't touch them. Be obedient and don't let go. I'm really going to..." He said something else close to her ear, causing Song Weiyu to punch him hard in the chest.

Seeing his wanton and successful smile and his sharp facial features, Song Weiyu's heart skipped a beat.

I feel more and more that this man has strong and sharp features, but his smile is very confusing. He looks too confusing.

"Why don't you tattoo my name on your body!"

Song Weiyu frowned, reached into his suit, grabbed the muscles on his waist and squeezed.

Enjoying the purple mark on his neck.

Chen Fang let her hands be dishonest and cleared his hoarse voice: "Tell me, what difference does it make if I have a tattoo now or not? No one in the whole circle knows that I am your man."

He paused deliberately to highlight the key points.

Song Weiyu's ears felt hot.

The voice that said this was not so low and heavy, but clearer, and the voice echoed in the ward late at night.

She froze, and immediately remembered the figure at the door.

For some reason, I had kissed Chen Fang before, and had fallen into Chen Fang's arms while drunk.

However, I never felt uneasy or scrupulous at this moment.

At that time, she even thought morbidly that as long as she clung to Chen Fang, Fu Haitang would not be able to tolerate her bottomless provocation and would divorce her on his own initiative.

She then had her own plan, and became more and more bold with each trial.

Even knowing that he was watching in the dark, she deliberately took the initiative to kiss Chen Fang's lips in his sight.

However, her plan never succeeded.

Because he never mentioned divorce, he just watched her indulge and go crazy from a distance, and then he still coaxed her the next day like a normal person.

At that time, she even wondered whether Fu Haitang loved herself or not.

Why wouldn't he be angry if she was so presumptuous?

Is it because you don’t care?

But this doubt did not last long. Late one night, she woke up from a hangover and screamed for a drink of water, but no one answered her for a long time.

She got up by herself and found that Fu Haitang was not in bed. She was also suffering from a headache and planned to go out for a walk to see what he was doing.

That night, she saw Fu Haitang sitting alone on the cold marble floor at the end of the corridor, with his arms folded and his head buried deeply in the circle of his arms.

In her hand, she was still holding tightly her favorite hairpin, which was also a gift from him.

In the darkness, his fist turned blue and white from exerting too much force, making it particularly conspicuous.

The slender piece of agarwood was held in his hand, and the fallen beads inlaid on the top of the hairpin trembled uneasily in the air as he sobbed.

He is tall and tall, with a big frame. His muscles are not as hard as Chen Fang's, but they are thick and shapely. He always looks arrogant and condescending.

That night, he was as fragile as an ancient book, which would fall apart when the wind blew.

It turns out that it’s not that I don’t care, but that I care too much.

He cares enough that he can turn a blind eye to her indulgence; he cares enough that he can tolerate other men in her heart; he cares enough that as long as she is willing to be Mrs. Fu, he will do anything.

The housekeeper said that the master came here like this for many late nights.

It was also from that night that she began to feel guilty and was not as presumptuous as before.

Fu Haitang also quickly saw the changes in her. During that time, he was so happy that he felt like he had the whole world.

He doted on her lawlessly.

His love is very tangible.

Song Weiyu's eyes fell into memories, slightly disappointed. The sharp sword inserted into the chest from behind began to twist and hurt. It seemed that the veins of the heart were pulled, and the meridians all over the body were paralyzed.

She slowly let go of Chen Fang and still sat on his lap, but she couldn't help but glance at the black and gray door of the ward.

The color of that door looks stable and high-end when viewed during the day, but when viewed at night, why does it feel like a whirlpool in the dark?

It's like sucking her in.