Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

At night, the sky was very heavy.

Stacks of clouds covered the round moon, and a few strands of bright white light peeked out from the clouds, peeking at the little figure who was quietly twisting the door handle of the ward.

I kept thinking about him in the evening, and couldn't help it in the middle of the night, so I sneaked down to take a look.

The shadow reflected on the wall grabbed his hair and smelled it.

The shampoo was also customized for her by Fu Haitang. It was made by the same team as the perfume. It had a faint scent of wintersweet.

Fortunately, it was not strong and almost inaudible. She casually clamped it behind her head with a clip and squeezed sideways into the ward.

When I moved to the bed, I found that there was a chair placed beside the bed. There was no need to squat by the bed to look at him tonight.

My legs were numb from squatting last night.

After sitting down, he put his chin in his hands and stared at the sleeping man.

Why do you look so good-looking?

A middle-aged man who is powerful and rich is sexy to a certain extent, and is much more attractive than a young man in his twenties.

For example, this person on the bed...

Coupled with the taboo status of her ex-husband.

Song Weiyu's originally melancholy eyes gradually turned lustful, sliding from Fu Haitang's face to his jaw and then to his neck.

Looking down, the dark brown satin pajamas on the chest are half open, rising and falling against the chest muscles with breathing, lazily and lustfully.

It's a pity not to see more.

Tsk... He doesn't even wear clothes when he sleeps at home. I bought him a set of pajamas and it's still as good as new after half a year. How come he's wrapped up so tightly in the hospital?

He wanted to pull down the man's pajamas, only to realize that his thoughts had gone astray.

Song Weiyu quickly blinked, and the ill intentions in his eyes disappeared.

In fact, she really wanted to say that it didn't snow last night. I think you had an illusion. After all, the first time the two confessed their love was on the first snowy day of that winter.

She also wanted to say, I actually love you, more than you think. It’s not guilt, it’s not love that grows over time, it’s not transfer of affection, it’s love, pure love that wants to occupy you and keep you private.

And I fall in love more and more, as if I can't control it.

Fortunately, I can hide it.

I can't let you know, because in 20 days, after I divorce you, I will marry someone else.

Her eyes dimmed a bit, and she lowered her eyes to interpret the depression in her heart.

Seeing Fu Haitang's hands exposed, the nails were still short, clean and strong, and his eyes fell on the scar that was deeper than the tattoo.

A scab formed around the root of the finger, like a lost ring, but the soul of the ring was left behind.

She wanted to hold it, but was afraid of waking him up.

After all, it would be unseemly to show up in her ex-husband's hospital room in the middle of the night.

Li He laughed to death when he found out.

The night still gave her some courage. She held her breath and stretched out her fingers to gently touch the injury at the base of his fingers. She moved slowly, rubbing out the rising love...

—

At the door, Li He opened his mouth and looked inside...

No wonder Fu Haitang said this morning that he would stay in the hospital that night. He felt something was wrong at the time. No one came to bed with him or take care of him. Why was he living alone in the hospital?

I bet a little mouse secretly visited the house in the middle of the night.

In the ward, the woman was holding her chin, her eyes bright, looking at the person on the bed who was not sure whether she was sleeping or pretending to sleep.

Li He raised his eyebrows and took out his phone to focus. One look, it was absolutely amazing.

In the photo, the night light dimly emits a warm yellow light, which reflects on the woman's beautiful side face, and her facial features are enveloped in a movie-like texture.

The clip is held loosely behind his head, and his black hair is lazily bunched together, with a few strands hanging down beside his ears.

Coincidentally, at the moment when he focused on it, Song Weiyu's green hand was covering the man's big hand.

There was a slight smile on her lips and the deep affection in her eyes made this thin photo come alive, as if what was frozen was not just a moment, but the 30 years of their deep love.

Li He did not disturb the courage that the woman had finally mustered up. He also knew that this was Song Weiyu's sincerity that he finally saw clearly after experiencing this month of heartbreak.

What he was even more convinced of was that the photo on his phone was sold to a love brain and was worth at least six figures.

and also.

In a few days, I can really hand her the gifts hidden in the drawer, and she will be very happy.

They are not dispensable scraps of metal, but truly precious things that are lost and found.

—

In the ward, two hands, one big and one small, were folded together.

She didn't dare to move, she even counted her breaths and didn't dare to take another breath, for fear of waking up the man on the bed.

It wasn't until her arms were so stiff that she couldn't feel anything. Then she took away her hands that were covered in a thin layer of sweat, stood up and brought them to his lips.

I wanted to kiss the corner of my lips, but I was reluctant to kiss him.

Between wanting to kiss but not kissing, she stared closely at the man's slightly raised eyebrows, eyelashes, and the ends of his eyes...

Warm breath sprayed on the side of Fu Haitang's ear, and the hands on the other side were slowly held together.

She was still looking, closer.

Close enough to smell the fragrance of her hair.

It seems that what enters the nose is not a fragrance, but an aphrodisiac.

His Adam's apple was swelling, it was so swollen that it felt uncomfortable, and he was about to open his eyes.

A soft and slightly trembling kiss fell on the end of his eyes, and his soft lips pressed against the man's eyelashes.

The voice was so low that only the moonlight peeking at her could hear: "Fu Haitang, can you stay a few more days? The weather forecast says it will snow in the next few days. When it snows, I have something to tell you..."

The heat rushing in the blood vessels was like boiling water, splashing hot water outwards.

But because of these words, he suppressed the beating male nerves with all his strength.

Fu Haitang vacillated wildly between getting up, grabbing her, pushing her on the bed, and kissing her, or waiting for it to snow to hear what she had to say.

If we kiss hard tonight, she will definitely never come again.

He clenched his fists and endured it, cursing secretly in his heart: His Mrs. Fu really knows how to fish...