Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

After all, he didn't go down to ask Fu Haitang where he was injured.

If she goes down this time, she will see a miserable Fu Haitang outside the ward, who is worse than dead.

No, it was Fu Haitang who asked for trouble.

In the ward, even though the man was well prepared and knew what he was drinking, the depression bursting out from every cell division and the voices in his ears trying to attack his reason pressed against him at the same time.

As powerful as Fu Haitang, he couldn't withstand the gradually accumulating effects of the medicine.

"Stop loving her...she doesn't love you at all."

"She even cheated on her, so why are you still protecting her?"

"Tell me what you didn't finish last time. What did you sign 30 years ago? Also, did you really give half of your family property to your ex-wife? Is the divorce agreement archived by the Civil Affairs Bureau true..."

"Confess, Mr. Fu. If you don't confess, it will be too late... Because in a few days, you will completely forget all this, and of course, there will be no pain anymore."

Of course lunatics and fools will not suffer...

Fine beads of sweat gathered and dripped, and veins stretched out on his neck. The thin skin could not hide the spasming muscles.

The attack of the medicine was too fierce, and the alkaloids that tentatively penetrated into his central nervous system seemed to be assisted by some overbearing substance.

This substance was the source of his difficulty in controlling himself and his increasing irritability.

On the verge of annihilation of reason, that heartless figure emerged in his mind.

Either angry or laughing, crying or making trouble.

Either embarrassed or narrow-minded, or arrogant or selfish.

In short, they all look like he is deeply attached to them.

At this moment, the crazy and paranoid love for Song Weiyu finally had absurd benefits. It became the only light in the man's dark world.

He chased this beam of light, stepping on thorns with his feet and climbing the mountain of knives with his hands, saving himself in pain.

I finally realized that there was something wrong with this medicine.

……

Fu Haitang unbuttoned his sweat-soaked shirt, held it in his hand, casually wiped the sweat from his chest, and raised his eyes while pressing his eyebrows.

"You have a brother, right?"

The psychiatrist paused while adjusting the instrument, then turned to look into the man's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"I heard that he is also a doctor? He just did an internship in... a public hospital, right?"

He continued to wipe the sweat from his abdominal muscles, and his tone was light, as if he was saying something about the parents.

The psychiatrist clenched his hands and said, "Dr. Fu, you have so many things to do every day, how do you know these little things?"

Fu Haitang threw away the soaked shirt in his hand, touched the wound on the top of his forearm, and smiled: "Your brother sewed this for me."

Black sutures weaved in and out of his fairly fair skin, and the ten-centimeter wound was still red, swollen and covered with bloody scabs, clinging to the man's forearm like a rickety centipede.

The psychiatrist's face lost some color.

He knew that people like Fu Haitang would not talk nonsense to him for no reason.

"My brother, he..."

The words were interrupted by Fu Haitang, "He is a nice person, simple and enthusiastic, like my youngest son."

Speaking of the fool, the third child, Fu Haitang was obviously in a much better mood, and his elegant and deep smile returned.

"You just talk too much, so I always scold our family Lian Song. If you talk too much, you will make mistakes. If you say something you shouldn't say, I will cut out your tongue and sew your mouth shut."

The psychiatrist swallowed.

Sure enough, Fu Haitang was threatening him and warning him.

He was so careful, but the man still noticed him. But it stands to reason that Fu Haitang should not be so alert after taking this dose of medicine every day.

Is he too strong-willed?

In other words, the obsession is too strong.

The psychiatrist tried: "How could a handsome man like Fu Dong scare children? It is against the law to cut off tongues..."

Wearing only a pair of black trousers, Fu Haitang leaned against the window with his hands on his chest, his strong tendons stretched on his chest and arms, and there was still some sweat left.

He suddenly laughed, and the sneer shook from his chest and escaped from his throat, "Haha, it's illegal..."

"Even my stupid son knows that his father covers the sky with only one hand. What can you say to me?"

Fu Haitang squinted his eyes and thought again, not all laws could not be discussed.

Just the Marriage Law.

On the other side of the ocean, Fu San, who was spraying water on the female model's head on the cruise ship with a water gun, suddenly sneezed.