Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She sat down on the sofa, grabbed Chen Fang's big hand that was flipping through documents, and put it on her lap.

He patted the back of the man's hand.

"Don't look at it. The nurse will come to give you an infusion in a while. Just sit next to you and give guidance while I do the work for you."

She casually picked up a pen and inserted it into her hair, twisting her wrist a few times to create a lazy bun.

Chen Fang looked at her with rapt attention, his eyebrows were charming and his hair was so pretty, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched her face.

"What..." She muttered dissatisfied and rubbed the painful flesh.

"Let's see if it's true."

The man withdrew his eyes and stared at the document without turning a page for a long time.

The feeling is real, she is indeed by his side now, but... Fu Haitang will not give up. If he is not sent back for three days, there is no telling what he will be able to do.

Thinking of this, a hint of evil flashed in his eyes.

Is his condition still under control?

Besides, Han Guanshan's medicine should not be a simple psychotropic drug.

After all, that inhuman man has always been prepared.

At this time, downstairs——

Li He had just sutured Fu Haitang's wound last night.

Looking at his scarred arm, Li He laughed angrily and sneered coldly: "Fu Haitang, you are so capable... a woman can do this to you."

There were three self-inflicted stab wounds, one deeper than the other, the first two showing signs of tearing, and the latest one still had blood dripping from it.

Li He was very good at sewing, sewing tightly and neatly, as if he could sew up a man's torn heart.

"I don't know what's going on, I can't control it at all."

Fu Haitang was half-leaning on the bed, pinching his brows and feeling uncomfortable all over. "It's getting worse and worse recently. When I'm stimulated, I feel like I'm sick. I feel itchy all over my body."

Li He gave him anti-inflammatory medicine and thought about his words.

"Tissing all over your body? What else do you feel?"

Fu Haitang closed his eyes to rest, and replied lazily: "My hands and feet are numb, as if there are bug bites in the blood, and I want to prick open the blood vessels... I will feel better after pricking."

Is it major depression and bipolar disorder?

Li He rubbed his ten fingers together nervously.

Is this psychiatrist good or not? Why does it get worse with more treatment...

"Change a psychiatrist for you? Let's find a better one. I'll find one dedicated to national leaders..."

"No change."

Fu Haitang suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling with a tense expression.

Otherwise, if Han Guanshan fails to achieve his goal, he will not show up easily.

Rather than letting him stare at Song Weiyu in the dark, Fu Haitang was more willing to let Han Guanshan confront him head-on.

Moreover, if Han Guanshan is not eliminated and the task is not completed, the heartless Song Weiyu will have to rely on Chen Fang for the rest of his life.

Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

There's nothing you can do against her.

In the past, I loved and held her, and I knelt down and begged. But now...

Fu Haitang unbuttoned the collar and sighed heavily. It would be better to tie her up at home and lock her legs on the bed.

In this way, Han Guanshan can't get close to her, and Chen Fang can't take her away. Only he can see and touch her every day.

How good.

"What are you thinking about?" Li He suddenly shouted at him.

"Huh?" Fu Haitang came to his senses, but completely forgot about his violent thoughts just now.

"There was something wrong with your eyes just now, Fu Haitang. I have never seen you like this. Are you okay?"

"It's okay. Call the psychiatrist over and continue the treatment."

Fu Haitang twitched the corners of his mouth and suppressed the rage spreading wantonly in his heart.

The window was opened a crack, and a cool breath drifted in. The psychiatrist saw that there was a deeper wound on his arm.

As usual, a glass of warm water was handed over, and Fu Haitang drank it in one gulp without thinking.

Lying on the medical chair, I felt that this hypnosis was very comfortable, as if the blood rushing all over my body had been soothed.

Darkness entered the depths of his mind, and he was floating neither up nor down. A voice from the depths of the darkness penetrated his soul.

"Give up Song Weiyu and stop loving her. Find someone else to love and pamper her. Zhao Han is not bad either. She's pretty, young and has a good figure, isn't she?"

The voice was earnest and inducing, washing his thoughts over and over again.

Fu Haitang frowned even more, with rejection written all over his handsome face.

"Not pretty, far worse than my wife. Her figure is not as good as my wife's. My wife's waist is so thin that you can pinch it with two hands. Are you young? Then why is your skin not as tender as my wife's... My wife's eyes are seductive. , is her surname Zhao mature? She has dead fish eyes...my wife still smells good, tender and soft..."

This is the first time Fu Haitang has said so many words during hypnosis.

The doctor looked at the man who was still in deep hypnosis with disgust, and then looked at the video recorder.

His eyes flew up to the sky, he was so damn speechless.

Love brain is really difficult to cure.