Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu stretched out his fingers to pick the sling on Zhao Han's shoulder, then poked her shoulder hard, forcing her to take a few steps back.

After retreating, Zhao Han fainted and fell to the ground.

Song Weiyu still kept poking people with his index finger and was stunned.

He looked at his fingers and then at Fu Haitang: "What should I do? I think I stabbed her to death?"

Fu Haitang looked at her really frightened look, stood up with a smile, and held her fingers in the air.

"Then our Mrs. Fu is awesome."

"No, are you still in the mood to praise me? Call the doctor quickly..." She took her fingers out of the man's palm.

While she was talking, the door opened behind her, and Assistant Yu came in. He bowed respectfully to her: "Madam."

He left home, so he didn't even call Mr. Song?

Song Weiyu had no intention of correcting him and watched Zhao Han being carried to the next ward by Assistant Yu.

In the next ward, Assistant Yu threw Zhao Han into the quilt, closed his eyes and pulled off her pajamas for her, then lay down beside the bed as if he were dead, leaving two symbolic kisses on Zhao Han's neck like cupping.

In less than a minute, he went to hand over the task: "Director Fu, the illusion is ready."

After the tool man left, Song Weiyu was completely stunned.

"Fu Haitang, what are you doing...You don't touch her, you take her with you, and you buy her sweets..."

Shut up at the right time. How many days have passed since she bought the dessert? She still remembers it. Say it now and make it sound like she cares.

Fu Haitang looked at her with a deep smile.

Song Weiyu rolled his eyes at him.

Holding up the finger that poked someone just now, he turned around and entered the bathroom, turned on the faucet and washed his hands.

As he washed, a solid chest pressed against his back.

"Stay away from me, don't stick to me."

"What, because I didn't buy you dessert?"

He did not move away, but instead placed her between the sink and his body. He rested his chin on her shoulder and looked at the woman in the mirror who was rubbing her hands seriously.

Song Weiyu was exposed by him, "Huh, if someone buys it for me, I don't want you to buy it."

Even though it was a deliberate joke against him, Fu Haitang still felt hurt in his heart. Her arms tightened, enclosing even less room for her to move.

"I didn't buy it for her, the secretary bought it."

The sullen look on the woman's face in the mirror softened a bit.

When she lowered her head to make foam, the long hair around her ears hung down on the side of her face. Fu Haitang stretched out his hand and pulled it to the other side, exposing her slender neck.

He buried his face in the side of her neck again and put his hand under the faucet.

His voice was hoarse: "Wash your hands."

"You wash it yourself, I won't wait on you."

Shen's laughter came from her hair, and Fu Haitang kissed her ear gently: "You really don't want to serve me? Can I... give Yun Yi to someone else?"

Yunyi!

Song Weiyu's eyes glowed like a fox, and she looked at the man twice her size in the mirror with vigor.

Fu Haitang was also looking at her in the mirror. She was pressed against the man's chest, petite and tender.

"I wash!"

I quickly squeezed out the hand sanitizer, grabbed Fu Haitang's two big hands and started to rub it gently. With his fingers intertwined, the foam became richer and the atmosphere gradually became more charming.

She saw the bloody scabs on the man's fingers.

Can't help but touch it.

Fu Haitang's breathing became heavier in his ears, and the temperature behind him was also rising.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's not as painful as the moment you threw the ring."

The hot lips kept falling on her shoulders, gradually turning into biting, and the intensity was a bit punishing.

She couldn't help frowning and humming, "Be gentle..."

Fu Haitang's Adam's apple rolled heavily, and he turned on the faucet, rinsed the foam off their hands, and turned her around.

He held her buttocks on the marble countertop of the sink.

Before she could refuse, he held the back of the woman's head with one hand and kissed her. She had no room to retreat and could only raise her head to accept it.

In fact, knowing that Fu Haitang had not touched another woman tonight, the love wrapped in her heart was cut open and dripped out.

Even though he was struggling slightly in his movements, there was still a bit of throbbing in his heart.

He even responded slightly.

Fu Haitang let go of her and corrected her evasive eyes, "What does this response mean?"

She bit her lip and looked away from the man's increasingly dark eyes, but her chin was in his hand and she couldn't avoid it at all.

You can't say, I just want to kiss you.

"Yun Yi is in the hands of Dong Fu, why can't I behave better?"

The vague response on her lips made Fu Haitang think that what she just said to Zhao Han, "I will never divorce her," was possible.

It turned out to be for Yun Yi's shares.

In the final analysis, it is still for Chen Fang.

Fu Haitang felt even more uncomfortable, and his eyes gradually filled with a layer of gloomy anger. He noticed that his mood was getting depressed. He looked in the mirror and suddenly remembered that Zhao Han said he was afraid of him just now.

"Song Weiyu, if I change, will you be afraid of me?"