Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The two people's eyes intertwined in the rearview mirror, and they were hooked on each other. An inexplicable ambiguity spread in the car.

Her eyes were rippling like water, her eyebrows were raised slightly on purpose, and the ends of her eyes were curved in a seductive way, just like she did every time she seduced him.

"My love, of course he is charming. Not only is he good-looking, but his figure is incredible. When can I introduce him to you someday?"

He spoke to Zhao Han, but his eyes were fixed on the pair of deep black eyes in the rearview mirror.

Fu Haitang's eyes gradually turned cold, and he took the initiative to shift his gaze, holding the steering wheel tightly with his palms and slowly driving into the main driveway.

Zhao Han was curious and couldn't help but wonder, what would a man more attractive than Fu Dong look like?

However, being attractive is nothing, and he is definitely not as rich as Dong Fu.

"I don't want to know him. In my heart, no man is as attractive as Fu Dong. Besides, I'm not the kind of woman who is always busy eating what's in the bowl and watching what's in the pot..."

After hearing this, Fu Haitang snorted briefly and glanced at the woman with a slumped face in the rearview mirror.

Day and night, I’m talking about you.

Song Weiyu was stabbed in the heart by his cold snort and tried to save his face: "What Miss Zhao said is that the most taboo thing about love is to be inconsistent. Fortunately, I have loved him for decades and it has never changed from beginning to end."

Zhao Han was talking to himself.

I didn't see the man driving the car and the woman in the back seat. Their eyes always collided in the rearview mirror intentionally or unintentionally.

Either displeased, restrained, flirtatious, or possessive...

It's just getting stickier and more entangled.

Every time it is disconnected, it is like a spider thread pulling from the eyes to the heart, scratching the heart and liver.

The Bentley was like a wild beast piercing the curtain of the night, speeding faster and faster. The scenery outside the window had become a blurred background. The man suppressed his displeasure as the speed of the car continued to increase.

The lights of Jingxi Hospital were brightly lit, and the car stopped in the inpatient department.

Still domineeringly inserted diagonally at the front door.

Song Weiyu glanced at Fu Haitang, and withdrew his eyes lightly, but the gentle waves always lingered on the man's heart, which was itching terribly along the way.

Looking at her back, her lines are smooth and undulating, and her long hair reaches her thin waist.

Fu Haitang narrowed his eyes and said to Zhao Han without turning his head: "Wait for me in the car, I'll go up there."

"What are you going up for, Mr. Fu, I'll go with you." Zhao Han was a little anxious...

Fu Haitang turned around and glanced at her, half-smiling but not smiling: "I asked you to wait here, and you will be obedient, okay?"

He smiled so seductively, but his voice was cold. The tall body exuded a man's strong aura in the dim, warm light.

Zhao Han was inexplicably scared and nodded subconsciously.

Fu Haitang locked the car, strode into the building with long legs, and saw the woman waiting for the elevator.

Her thick, slightly curly hair was pulled behind her ears, revealing her charming side face.

He quickened his pace, and when Song Weiyu stepped into the elevator, he picked her up by the waist, took her into the stairwell next to her, and pressed her against the wall.

"Fu Haitang, you...um..."

Before she could struggle, her lips were blocked, and then warm and strong pressure came from her waist.

His hands were on the man's solid chest, unable to push him. She leaned back slightly to hide, but her waist was tightly grasped and she couldn't escape.

Their lips and teeth were grinding together, and the tip of their tongues teased the two people's senses that had been consumed long ago in the car.

She breathed quickly, and the familiar cold fragrance of Fu Haitang's body came to her, and the longing for her not being in close contact for many days expanded infinitely.

When his hands and feet became weak and he slowly stopped struggling, Fu Haitang let go of her lips, leaned over her neck and breathed slightly, touching her delicate skin intentionally or unintentionally.

"Why did you look at me like that in the car? Are you trying to catch me?" His voice was as hoarse as gravel, and his breath stirred up Song Weiyu's collarbone.

She trembled and frowned slightly. She was indeed deliberately trying to seduce him in the car.

"I just glanced at you, but you couldn't help it..."

"Just one glance?" Fu Haitang stared at her, "The water in your eyes is almost drowning me, how can I bear it?"

Song Weiyu put her hands on the man's shoulders, her mouth pressed against his lips, flirting blatantly: "I can't help it, so I went to find the one in the passenger seat... What's the point of coming to kiss me forcefully?"

Fu Haitang pressed her lips and whispered, "Are you jealous?"

"No...well..."

As they spoke, the man kissed her again.

Different from the forceful one just now, this time it was delicate and gentle, leaving her room to breathe and confess.

"Fu Haitang...don't touch me."

"Seduce me, but don't let me touch you..." He kissed her carefully, and quietly touched her clothes, "We are divorced, can I still listen to you?"

Being picked on by him, she fell limp all over, still whining and resisting: "You know what my bottom line is, if you're dirty, don't touch me!"

A deep laugh burst from Fu Haitang's chest. He let go of her slightly, stared at her and asked, "Then do you know what my bottom line is?"