Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Dad...I'm here to see Wen Ying."

"No way, it's been two days and no one has brought it back?"

Song Jingming listened to his father's teasing and looked over Chen Fang's shoulder, suddenly meeting the almond-shaped eyes that were peeking at him cautiously. His little expression couldn't be too cute.

He withdrew his gaze and looked directly at Chen Fang.

"Dad~~~" he said helplessly into his cell phone, his voice full of coquettishness.

Apart from his status as CEO, he is also Fu Haitang's beloved son since childhood.

"Are you handling Wen Ying's transfer procedures to Peking University these past two days?"

Song Jingming said 'hmm', as expected, he couldn't hide anything from his father.

University transfer, especially across provinces, is difficult.

Not to mention a school like Beijing University, the Education Bureau also gave him face and said that this matter could be discussed according to regulations. But it hasn’t been done yet...

It's just that he wants his father to show up.

Want to sell Fu Haitang a favor.

Song Jingming knew that the other party had a bad temper, so he didn't come to Fu Haitang for a long time. He knew that Fu Haitang was unwilling to come forward for such a trivial matter.

"I've done it for you. Someone will contact you in the next two days." A casual voice said.

Song Jingming was silent for two seconds.

"Thank you, Dad. By the way, I'm with my mother. Do you have anything to say to her?"

Fu Haitang immediately heard a problem from these casual words.

His tone suddenly turned cold, "Is your mother doing this?"

"Well, she just arrived."

The call was immediately hung up.

—

In the office of the person in charge of Hong Kong, Fu Haitang was sitting on the guest chair, staring at the steaming tea in front of him.

"Director Fu, during the meeting you said you were in a hurry to return to Beijing, so we can sign the contract tonight? Do you think it's okay?"

"Suddenly I'm not in a hurry anymore."

Fu Haitang stood up and held the dark gray suit in his hands. The bony hands had protruding veins, and the strong texture could not contain the rolling anger.

I forced myself to return to the hotel.

Zhao Han was leaning at the door of the suite waiting for him, smiling particularly intimately.

Five minutes ago, Han Guanshan called her and asked her about the progress.

She said: "It went very well. I slept last night..."

He also sent a photo of the hickey on his neck.

"Cousin, don't worry. Not only last night, I'm now in Hong Kong. No man can refuse a beautiful woman who has traveled thousands of miles to come to my door."

"Hong Kong? You said Fu Haitang is in Hong Kong now?"

"Hmmmm~"

Han Guanshan smiled more and more playfully and excitedly, "Use all your skills to trap him. The later you return to Beijing, the better."

I didn't believe that Fu Haitang divorced so happily, thinking that he was planning some conspiracy, but I didn't expect that he actually touched Zhao Han.

But, just to be cautious, "Send me the name of the hotel."

—

At the door of the suite, Fu Haitang's eyes were slightly red, and his face was tense with a confusing smile.

He casually put it on his left forearm and pressed it firmly.

The severe pain made his eyes clearer, "Weren't you tired last night? Come to Hong Kong today."

Zhao Han blushed and recalled last night.

Although I did it, I didn’t seem to feel anything.

"How can I be tired thinking about you? As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, you were gone. I felt so disappointed that I flew to Hong Kong immediately."

What this means is that it sounds better than someone else.

There is no reason to refuse.

Fu Haitang looked at her face and smiled.

He reached for the room card and took out it for a long time. "I forgot my room card. Go to the front desk and get two."

Get two!

Zhao Han didn't expect that today would go so smoothly, so he happily walked to the elevator, "Okay, then Mr. Fu, please wait for me."

As soon as she entered the elevator, Fu Haitang took out a room card from his palm and swiped the card to open the door.

The wound on his forearm was torn apart by his pressure just now, and there was faint blood on his shirt.

But he seemed to feel no pain, and his expression was so calm that it was so calm.

He took out the glass like a puppet, threw in a pill, and poured hot water.

When the pills melted quickly, he placed a mini camera in an inconspicuous place in the bedroom and clicked on the video.

This was his habit of traveling alone for so many years.

After doing all this, Fu Haitang looked at the dark camera and stretched out his hand to touch his chest. He felt that an ice pick had penetrated this position.

It's cold, painful and numb.

Stab him awake too.

Song Weiyu's people are all messing around, but he is still wishful thinking to retain some evidence of innocence.

Is unrequited love really worth continuing?

Fu Haitang, are you so cheap?

In an instant, he felt that all the dead things around him had eyes and mouths. They all squinted their eyes and opened their mouths, whispering and laughing at him.

"Hahaha, what is Fu Dong? He is just a clown."

"Everyone in the capital knows that Mrs. Fu is now Mrs. Chen."

"It's ridiculous and absurd. If I were him, I might as well die."

Fu Haitang stood up with a gasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked at the items around him in horror, and his eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot eyes.

Fake, fake, it’s not real.

How can tables, chairs and benches have eyes and talk?

Fu Haitang covered his head with both hands and shook it vigorously. He closed his eyes and tried not to look at the tables, chairs and benches that were mocking him.

As they gradually huddled together, he suddenly heard Song Weiyu's voice.

"Director Fu! Director Fu! What's wrong with you?"

……

"Hubby...are you feeling unwell? Have you had insomnia again? I'll sleep with you in my arms~"

……

"Director Fu, please open your eyes. Why are you sweating so much? Can I help you take off your shirt?"

……

"Honey, I love you so much."

The sound is sometimes far away and sometimes near.

It seemed like it was her, but it seemed like it wasn't.

Fu Haitang opened his eyes suddenly, and in a blur, he saw Song Weiyu helping him take off his shirt and coaxing him softly.