Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Why did you hang up on me!" came the woman's confident voice.

"It's a meeting." The voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard.

He wanted to take the initiative to say that he didn't mean to hurt you last night, but he didn't dare to mention it.

Fu Haitang has become accustomed to long-term suppressed emotions, and is even used to the anxious heart beating faster than ordinary people.

This phone call made him excited, but also made him uneasy.

When Song Weiyu heard the man's low-pitched voice, the branches in his heart felt like a gust of wind had blown through them, and they were being scratched neither lightly nor heavily.

Both sides were silent for a while. Even though they were far apart, they always felt that the other person's breath was in their ears.

A bit of heat arose and there was an ambiguity that shouldn't be there.

Fu Haitang's Adam's apple rolled, and he put his other hand into his trouser pocket and pinched himself lightly.

Waiting for her to raise an army to investigate.

"Why, are you going to Hong Kong?"

Song Weiyu's fingertips quickly clasped Li He's mouse pad, and the hair beside his ears hung down, unable to cover the pink blush on his cheeks.

"Why? I asked even though I knew it." Fu Haitang was surprised that she didn't mention what happened last night.

The humble uneasiness in his heart was gradually wrapped up by a throbbing feeling. He could obviously control everything and withdraw from this vortex of eating people without spitting out bones, but he was controlled by a little woman.

"Is this kind of small business worth going to in person? Besides, you still have injuries on your face."

Does she still care about him?

A slight smile appeared on Fu Haitang's lips, "Business is not worth it."

After a pause, "People are worth it."

The calm voice traveled thousands of miles and entered Song Weiyu's heart.

She seemed to be rising and falling in the boundless tide, as if she was drowning and unable to break free.

Song Weiyu knew that even if she asked Fu Haitang where he felt uncomfortable, he would not answer.

Suddenly I felt that there was a reason why she had been able to live so smoothly and even carelessly for so many years.

People in the circle say that Song Weiyu has remained as charming and charming as ever over the past ten years, and he has spent money and even invited minor gods.

In fact, it was just someone else who blocked the erosion of time for her.

"When will you come back?" She picked at the increasingly larger hole in the mouse pad.

In fact, I won’t be able to see him when he comes back. But I always feel that if he is in the capital, I will feel at ease.

Besides, the weather forecast says it will snow the day after tomorrow.

Even if we can't see each other, it's still nice to be able to get a shower together.

"Three to five days, I need to check the details of the contract, and my friends in Hong Kong heard that I was coming and wanted to meet up."

"Oh..." the voice was drawn out, and the dissatisfaction was obvious.

The tenderness between Fu Haitang's brows gradually grew stronger, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was really not afraid of him when he treated her so out of control last night.

"Want me to go back early?" he asked.

Song Weiyu's hand on the mouse pad suddenly froze, and his cheeks quickly became hot, "No, no, I just asked."

Fu Haitang chuckled twice, "Do you have anything else to ask? There is a table of people waiting for me to have a meeting."

"Then you're busy, I'll hang up first."

"By the way, Fu Haitang, if you feel unwell, remember to take your medicine on time."

He concealed his smile and his expression became a little darker, "Okay."

The moment he hung up the phone, the sound of flipping documents was heard in the quiet conference room, and the words "guilty as a thief" were clearly displayed on the faces of every member of the public.

Fu Haitang opened WeChat and looked at the message that gave him a glimmer of hope last night. "Dad, there will be light snow the day after tomorrow, but I'm not sure if it will fall. However, the weather conditions are suitable for artificial snow increase. I sponsored a sum of money from the Meteorological Bureau. They will do their best to add snow.”

Putting the phone in his pocket, he strode back to his seat with long legs.

"Hurry up, I don't have much time to wait here."

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Song Weiyu hung up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and called Assistant Hao Te.

"Do you still remember that some time ago, we met Li He with a person at Fu's? We set up surveillance to find out if this person was a doctor, and to see what he was attending."

She thought that when Fu Haitang came back in a few days, he would return to the hospital.

Or you can wait until Li Hyuk is done and ask Li Hyuk.

After pushing the door open and going out, Chen Fang was leaning against the wall. The dark scrutiny in his eyes startled her.

"I……"

Chen Fang's hand was grasped, "I have asked A Xiao to pack up and take you back to Zongheng today."

Song Weiyu was led to the ward by him, and his mind went blank for a moment. Do you want to leave the hospital now?

However, she hasn't figured out what happened to Fu Haitang yet.

"You're not injured yet..."

"You can't die." He interrupted, holding Song Weiyu's hand forcefully and almost dragging her back.

Song Weiyu felt pain in his wrist, but he endured it.

She had to admit that every time she leaned toward Fu Haitang, Chen Fang always appeared at the right time to make her feel guilty.

Let her be troubled again and again by the fact that she still loves Fu Haitang. At the same time, let her see reality clearly.

"Can you stay for a few more days? Your injury is really serious. I'm worried that you won't recover well..."

Chen Fang stopped and turned to look at her. The black diamonds in his ears were particularly evil.

"You don't want to leave, is it because of my injury or something else?"

Song Weiyu was stung by the disappointment in his eyes.

"If it's because of my injury, that's okay, I'm used to it."

"If it's because of something else, I'll give you one last chance to choose."