Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Winter in the capital comes quickly and urgently.

It hurriedly slapped commuters rushing to catch the subway in the early morning, then hid again at noon and changed into a sunny appearance.

Fu Haitang groaned in pain and got up from the floor in the front hall of the courtyard. It was already 12 noon.

He looked at the wrinkled suit on his body and could already imagine the butler looking at him lying on the ground with a speechless expression, dying.

It's not that he wants to live or die, it's the alcohol itself.

Fu Haitang turned around and collapsed on the master's chair, pressing hard on his temples, which were suffering from a headache due to alcoholism.

The air conditioner in the room was on full blast, so I didn't catch a cold.

The housekeeper also placed two humidifiers next to him, which is not drying and warm, which is really considerate.

Staring at the humidifier coldly, the woman's figure rudely broke into his mind again.

……

"Husband, why do you have to put pure water in the humidifier? Pour some wintersweet perfume for me."

"No, it will be inhaled into the lungs."

She didn't believe it, saying that she wasn't even afraid of the smog in the imperial capital, so why was she afraid of Xiaoxiao's perfume?

So while he was on a business trip, he secretly poured a bottle of perfume into the humidifier.

Smelling the fragrance that filled the room, she was so happy that she got aspiration pneumonia one night.

That day, as soon as he arrived at his destination, he received news that she was hospitalized. Without even opening the suitcase, he turned around and returned to the capital.

When she arrived at the hospital, Chen Fang was staring at her.

She honestly looked like a ragdoll cat who had done something wrong. She held her own feet, sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, and ate the pineapples that Chen Fang brought to her mouth.

From time to time, she would secretly observe Chen Fang's face and kiss his chin flatteringly with her juice-stained lips.

After kissing Chen Fang until Chen Fang's sulky face finally smiled, she obediently leaned into his arms and whispered something.

At that time, he was watching outside the door, but couldn't hear what she said to Chen Fang.

It's not a good word anyway, because when Chen Fang came out, his ears were red.

He went in after Chen was released.

But as soon as he saw him, the ragdoll cat on the hospital bed instantly turned into a wild cat with teeth and claws, waving its hands wildly, howling and crying at the same time.

"Fu Haitang, it's all your fault. My whole body hurts like crazy. I haven't slept all day. Li He said that my lungs are ruined and he wants to replace them with dog lungs!"

Just now I took a bite of a piece of pineapple and kissed Chen Fang, but now it's over.

Chen Fang is medicine, is he poison?

At that time he was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling depressed. Coupled with flying around continuously and driving all night, the fatigue suddenly set in.

But she really squeezed out tears from the corners of her eyes, her delicate facial features were twisted together, and she reached out to him to hug him.

He was heartbroken and said, "We don't want dog lungs. I'll give you one of my lungs, okay?"

He's already a bitch-hearted, but he can't afford to be replaced by a puppy-like person.

But she didn't want his lungs, and she didn't care that he was tired and tired from all the travels, and he cried so hard that he couldn't stop crying.

I didn't shed tears for a long time, so I just screamed. This pain hurt, that pain, even my fingernails hurt.

Just torment him.

Finally, when she was tired of tossing and her voice became hoarse, she directed him to assume a position that satisfied her, resting her head on his arm and burying her face in his chest, curling up into a ball and sleeping.

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"The humidifier was thrown away."

Fu Haitang's face is now as gloomy as the cold morning air.

The housekeeper has already guessed that the wife has not been home for more than a week, and every time the master comes back, he has an expression that says, "Mr. Chen has eloped with his wife."

Just throw it away, I happen to be short of a humidifier at home.

"Yes, sir."

Fu Haitang narrowed his narrow and sinister eyes and walked around the room. He slumped back into the chair again, with his legs crossed and his knuckled fingers touching his chin.

"Put this room, about...", what should I call her?

"Everything about Director Song, everything she touched or used, she threw away and gave me new ones."

The housekeeper put down the humidifier again, frowned and bent slightly: "Master, then there will be nothing left in this house."

For the sake of this month's high salary, the housekeeper swallowed back the second half of the sentence: Even you have to be thrown away.

Fu Haitang suddenly felt weak all over, and the pain in his temple became even worse, as if he was going to explode.

He wanted to take a shower, but he really didn't want to go back to the osmanthus-smelling bedroom.

I don’t want to go to that bed where the touch of her skin is all there is.

I don't want to open the 120-square-meter cloakroom and see her spring, summer, autumn, and winter from inside to outside, but I only have two rows of cabinets in the innermost part.

bother.

Then go back to the company to live?

But where is there in the office where the two of them are not showing their wanton presence?

Even his ebony desk had been wetted countless times by her.

difficult.

"Then...then..."

Fu Haitang raked his hair irritably and pushed it back to the back of his head. It must be due to the hangover, and his brain reaction was too slow.

He actually couldn't find a destination for the rest of his life.

He raised his neck, hit the back of his head on the top of the chair, and pinched his eyebrows hard.

The cell phone on the butler's body rang at the right time, which solved his embarrassment of not being able to find his home.

Someone outside the gate rang the doorbell.

The housekeeper opened the synchronized video and took a look. Assistant Hao's fair and smiling face came closer, and his capable voice entered the room along the radio waves.

"Steward Zhang, please open the door. Director Song arranged for me to come over and pack things."