Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Looking at the street lights at the door, looking at the closed door, looking up to see the high bulging eaves of the courtyard.

The cold wind blew, and the chill invaded her skin through the gaps in the fabric. She gathered up her coat, and the man's figure drifted through her mind.

After hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't bear to leave.

I can't help but think about it, Fu Haitang was waiting like this in the dark during those nights at Xiangshan Lake, right?

The dark night was endless, and there was no hope in his waiting.

Song Weiyu leaned against the sycamore tree and smiled suddenly. Retribution had come, and now it was her turn to wander the lonely streets.

Just to take a look at that beloved shadow.

It was still dark at night, and car shadows passed by on the road from time to time. The rear of the car quickly picked up gravel, and under the gaze of the street lamp, it was rolled into the wheel bottom of the next car.

The coldness of winter was all embodied at this moment, displayed in front of her.

When had she ever been so lonely?

She clearly has wealth that 99.9% of people in the world will never reach.

At this moment, I feel that I am so poor that I am homeless. She was lonely again, so lonely that only this sycamore tree could feel her heartbeat.

While staring blankly at the light at the door of my home, I heard the familiar sound of an automatic door opening.

Sure enough, it was that Bentley...

It's his car.

Song Weiyu hid behind the sycamore tree, but couldn't help but poke his eyes out and look eagerly at the driver's seat.

The car windows were fully opened, and the man's handsome profile was hidden in the dark night, making it look more profound and three-dimensional. His elbows were resting on the car window, his posture was lazy, and he was wiping the steering wheel with one hand...

He changed his shirt, back to gray.

Song Weiyu bit her lips and smiled, her hands clinging to the rough trunk of the sycamore tree, her fingertips pressing out a bluish-white color.

I just changed my shirt and laughed so useless...

She followed the man's profile with her eyes, smiling so hard that her eyes curled up, and the light overflowing from her eyes was brighter than the stars.

Fu Haitang suddenly stepped on the brakes and looked towards the sycamore tree.

She hurriedly withdrew her eyes, pressed her body against the sycamore tree, and covered her chest with her pounding heartbeat.

The long street was deserted. Only the cold wind was seen passing through the treetops. A sneer escaped from the depths of the man's throat. His long fingers tapped the leather steering wheel, once, twice...

Release the brake and the Bentley drives out of the house again.

Where is he going at this time of night?

Song Weiyu had never been so nervous before. She was both looking forward to him discovering her but also afraid of him discovering her. Seeing that the man didn't notice anything, she felt a twinge of disappointment.

Like a strange thief, he steals things that should belong to him cautiously and without confidence.

Her thick long hair was blown to her chest by the cold wind, and she tucked it behind her ears. His body shivered, he was wearing too little clothes, and his hands and exposed calves were cold.

She rubbed her frozen hands, tilted her body and poked her head out, thinking of taking one more look at Fu Haitang before leaving.

Today, he drove extremely slowly.

The side face is clearly visible, the facial features are superior, and the arms resting by the car window are outlined by a gray shirt with smooth muscle lines.

Song Weiyu bit his lip and thought, he shouldn't really have had anything happen with that Zhao Han, right?

He is very energetic...as if he will die if he doesn't do anything for a day.

Then I thought, Fu Haitang is not the kind of man who can't control his lower body.

My mind was in turmoil, and I really wanted to rush out and ask him, but I also knew that as my ex-wife, I had no position.

With her fingernails clasped against the tree trunk, a taxi suddenly stopped next to the sycamore tree, but she didn't notice it.

The driver got out of the car with his fists clenched and ran behind the sycamore tree, "Why did you leave this jewelry in the back seat? What if someone picks it up?"

Song Weiyu held her hands together to resist the cold. She opened her eyes wide and was startled. She turned around and saw the taxi driver opening his palms to her.

"what……"

She reacted and hurriedly hid behind the plane tree.

"This is your fare."

"You don't have money to pay the fare, so I'll treat it as a good deed and ask you for a ride! Please put it away quickly... This thing is very valuable at first sight! Can you buy my car?" The driver insisted on giving it to her.

This loud voice...

Song Weiyu secretly glanced at the door of his house. The man and the car had disappeared.

Relief was on the lips, but disappointment lingered in the heart.

He gave the driver a wry smile and said, "Otherwise, you can take me back to the hospital and I'll go up and get the money for you."

"to make!"

She gathered up her thin velvet jacket, the tip of her nose was red from the cold, and followed the driver to the car.

The ankle was exposed to the air and had already been frozen to the point of stiffness and numbness. As soon as I raised my leg, I sprained my ankle.

His body trembled, and his lower back was firmly supported by a pair of warm hands, and then he was hooked into a solid chest.