Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It felt so familiar that she knew who it was without looking back.

Her heart was panicking, but she was jumping with sweet anticipation. This feeling made her overwhelmed. When she lowered her head to dodge, her upper body was covered in a gray suit.

"How much is the fare?"

The man's calm voice came. He put one hand around her shoulders and took out his mobile phone with the other.

"38." The driver handed over the QR code, "Oh, you transferred too many...this is too many!"

"This is a thank you fee for you. Thank you for not sending my wife to the police station as a little liar."

Song Weiyu lowered his head even further, his cheeks burned into clouds, and he wished he could be buried in his large suit.

The taxi left and she stayed.

She looked at the floor tiles with lowered eyebrows, and saw the man's leather shoes turning in front of her, and her whole body was enclosed in his shadow.

Very safe.

The long hair beside her ear was lifted up by the man. A clean and warm hand skillfully and calmly twisted her earlobe and put on the gemstone earring for her.

His movements were as gentle as ever, just like he used to serve her every morning.

The earlobes are red and permed, and they look particularly beautiful against the black hair.

She clutched the sleeves of her suit tightly, not daring to look up. He was no longer cold, but his blood was almost boiling as if he had drunk wine.

"Why are you here in the middle of the night? Don't you have to be with your... seriously injured lover in the hospital?"

The voice came down from the top of his head, it was magnetic but emotionless.

He holds grudges, and he still remembers Song Weiyu's words at the fire scene today: "My lover is inside, his name is Chen Fang..."

Not only this, she said a lot of heartbreaking words today. He also said 'hate him' and 'let him go'.

Song Weiyu had no shame to speak, lowered his head and blinked his eyelashes wildly.

With a large suit draped over his small shoulders, he looked very pitiful. Fu Haitang's jawline was tight, forcing himself not to look at her like this.

But in front of her, his will will never be controlled by himself.

"If you don't say anything, I'll leave." Since you can't control it, stay away from her.

He turned around and left. As soon as he took a step, the belt at the back of his waist was hooked by his fingers. The cold fingertips pressed against a layer of shirt, stimulating against his warm body temperature.

Song Weiyu gently hooked his belt and said in a low voice: "I have something to ask you."

"Take your hands away..." Fu Haitang's voice became deeper and a little hoarse.

Song Weiyu pursed his lips, took out his fingers, shrank his shoulders into the suit, and then raised his eyes to look at him.

She is petite, but Fu Haitang has broad shoulders, long body, and a strong waist. He is nearly 190cm tall and looks down on her from above.

"Ask quickly." She came all the way here in a taxi and hid in front of her house for a while. What on earth did she want to ask?

Under the sycamore tree, two shadows, one large and one small, remained motionless for a long time.

The words were on his lips, and Song Weiyu felt that he had no shame in asking. If you had divorced someone and hurt him so badly, what qualifications did you have to care about someone else's private life now?

The two of them looked at each other, their eyes moving back and forth. The air suddenly became thinner, and their breathing could not help but quicken.

All kinds of physical reactions told her that she loved the man in front of her very much.

Love so much that he cannot restrain himself, love so much that he wants to take it for himself, love so much that he is not allowed to look at others.

Will it be too late?

"I want to ask, have you ever... and..."

She bit her lip, looked at Fu Haitang's deep eyebrows, and pinched her palms to cheer herself up.

Fu Haitang's cell phone rang. He glanced at it and didn't answer it. He hung up directly and continued to stare at the woman in front of him without saying a word.

"With what?" The man's expression became playful.

"He Zhao um...*&%um￥#" The more she spoke, the lower her voice became. In the end, it turned into a mosquito hum.

Fu Haitang pursed her lips to hold back a smile, but the love she couldn't help slipping out of her eyes, he looked at her and quickly turned away.

No matter how much she made trouble, no matter how much she trampled on him, as long as she appeared in front of him, he would become completely soft-hearted.

My love for her has no principles or bottom line at all.

I want to rub her hair, hold her in my arms, explain to her, and take her home.

He raised his eyes and looked at the shadow at the corner of the street. Ever since the news of his divorce officially came out, a black car had been parked there for a long time.

Not surprisingly, it was Han Guanshan.

He won't give up, will he?

It was then, and it still is now.

He sacrificed his brother's life and escaped from the pursuit of the Chinese police. Southeast Asia was trampled by him, and the world was at his ease.

But now, he still hasn't let go of the knot in his heart.

As soon as she heard that she had divorced Chen Fang and had completely lost Fu's protection, she started to make moves again.

He would have to torture her to death.

Fu Haitang stared at the street corner with cold eyes. Originally, she would never have anything to do with Han Guanshan again in her life, but now she was in danger again for Chen Fang.

Song Weiyu still doesn’t know that Han Guanshan is not dead.

If she knew...

Fu Haitang thought of Song Weiyu's fearful eyes when he was awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night.

Therefore, he had to get rid of Song Weiyu before he knew that Han Guanshan was not dead. It was difficult, so difficult that even he wasn't sure...

But he had to try, even if he risked his life.

Didn't Han Guanshan want to drug him and make him crazy? He was really crazy and stupid, so Han Guanshan dared to take the lead, right?

That's as he wishes.