Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The two of them stood in the bedroom, staring at Fu Haitang's tall body sitting on the carpet, with his arms around his knees and his forehead on his arms to protect himself.

What is in hand.

Li He sighed secretly and looked at the time on his watch, fearing that Song Weiyu would come back and bump into Fu Haitang, who was neither dead nor alive.

Pull back the curtains and open a crack in the window, letting in a burst of fresh, cool air and light.

Turning around and looking back at Fu Haitang, I saw clearly that he was holding a hairpin in his hand. On top of the hairpin was an unnamed bead, which was trembling slightly pitifully.

Of course, Li He recognized this hairpin. It was her favorite antique hairpin. It had the texture of top-quality white nan, and history also gave it a special texture that was shiny and fragrant.

Li He walked up to him and saw that the gray shirt he was wearing was wrinkled and a few buttons were unbuttoned. His hair, which was always well taken care of, was already hanging lazily on his forehead.

All the dignity and arrogance of the past were gone, leaving only embarrassment and vulnerability.

Li He knelt down and wanted to pat his shoulder to comfort him, but felt that no words could move this man's heart.

"Fu Haitang, I know you feel uncomfortable, but you can't torture yourself like this."

As expected, he had no reaction. After all, his heart was tied to Song Weiyu.

It also tied countless dead knots.

Now that Song Weiyu is gone, the knot on Fu Haitang's body has strangled himself.

"Cheer up. Isn't there still a 30-day cooling-off period? Until you actually get that book, you two will still be husband and wife."

couple? Fu Haitang raised his head slightly, hitting the wall behind him with the back of his head. His handsome features were full of exhaustion, "Husband and wife?"

He murmured to himself that she had not been back for a long time and had not contacted him. What kind of couple were they?

Li He looked at the red bloodshot eyes hidden in his narrow phoenix eyes, and the whole end of his eyes were red and swollen after crying. He felt helpless and distressed. This man could see through everything and easily stir up troubles, but he fell into Song Weiyu's palm and couldn't escape. Out.

Why can't he let himself go?

"Fu Haitang, listen to me. You have to take your medicine on time. Your current mental state is very abnormal. If you allow yourself to develop like this, you will not be able to restrain yourself and hurt yourself in the next step."

Fu Haitang leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and raised his head, not caring at all about his words.

Take medicine, take medicine, Li He only knows to let him take medicine. It's not that he has never taken medicine, but if he stops taking medicine, he will still make the same mistakes again.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Li He was a little angry. As a doctor, he had seen too many life and death, and he really didn't want his most important friend to be caught up in it.

He held Fu Haitang's two fists and secretly exerted force. If he couldn't persuade her, he would wake up.

"Fu Haitang, I really don't understand. What's so good about Song Weiyu that allows you to torture yourself like this? She wants a divorce and let her go. Can't you live without her? You still have countless employees to take care of. Your three sons are not married yet! Do you think the only words in your life are Song Weiyu?"

"That woman is just what she looks like. She has a bad and violent temper, a violent and crazy personality, and is extremely coquettish."

"You are Fu Haitang, the boss of the Fu family, which has been inherited for centuries! What kind of woman do you want? Young, beautiful and good-tempered ones are all lining up to get close to you!"

He still didn't respond, the back of his head was hitting the wall, his eyelashes didn't even tremble, it seemed like he couldn't even feel his breathing.

Li He was so filled with hatred that he half-knelt on the carpet: "You don't care about your business? Don't want your son? Think about your third son. That bastard looks so much like you. You love him the most. Huh?"

Speaking of the third child, Fu Haitang's eyes became brighter.

Why does he love the third child the most? Because it was 20 years ago when Song Weiyu was pregnant with the third child. If she hadn't had this child at that time, she would have really left him as soon as she was cruel.

Therefore, it is ridiculous to say that Fu Haitang relied on a child to tie up women.

Li He glanced at his watch and dragged Fu Haitang's arm to pull him up and leave the room.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the third child's room."

But there was a huge disparity in strength. Li He dragged her for a long time, but Fu Haitang didn't move at all. Instead, she looked at him quietly, her eyes gloomy and erratic, squinting coldly: "Is she coming back?"

Li He was stunned and said to him a little carelessly: "Well, I'm just taking you to the third child's room to find something to distract you."

"She's coming back to get something, isn't she?"

His voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sand, his eyes were gray and dim again, and his expression was extremely calm. The whole person seemed like a waveless pool of stagnant water, without any vitality.

Would she be worried if she saw him like this?

No, she wouldn't be worried, she should be scared.

Fu Haitang put one hand on the ground, staggered up, pushed Li He away and walked out of the room. The limbs and blood were stretched, and the unconscious limbs relaxed.

When I was almost to the door, I felt that I was still holding something in my hand.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the hairpin, hesitating whether to keep it, but even if he kept it, would she take it away?

She won't take it away. She even threw away her wedding ring. How can she care about a dead thing that can be bought with money.

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Butler Zhang's cell phone received a reminder that someone's fingerprint had unlocked the door.

He looked at the surveillance screen that popped up and whispered to Li He: "Madam is back. I will pick her up. Dean Li, please accompany our master."

After taking two steps, he turned around: "My master's condition has been getting worse and worse in the past month, and he almost has insomnia all night long. I followed the previous method and gave him half a tablet of Valium for dinner, so that he could sleep for a few hours. Take a look, if it doesn't work, Try changing some medicine..."

Li He frowned, nodded, and followed Fu Haitang to the third child's room.