Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Shao Guoren was hiding at the door. This is wrong. Why is this completely different from what Li He said.

The words "Song Weiyu" have no effect on the current Fu Haitang.

Shao Guoren called Li He, and a slightly tired voice came from the other side: "What's wrong? Can't you control him?"

Shao Guoren told what happened just now.

After a moment of silence, Li He said hoarsely: "Wait until he has an attack and then listen to him."

"Why?"

He was not willing to tie himself up when he was awake, let alone after the onset of the disease, he was delirious and his body had to endure torture that was worse than death.

how can that be possible?

"He is too preoccupied. Perhaps his truest inner reaction will be exposed only after he becomes ill."

Shao Guoren was dubious.

I'm afraid that if this trick doesn't work, it will still have to be solved by force. I can't control Fu Haitang by myself.

Call Butler Zhang to help him.

After a while, restless footsteps came from the room, getting more and more urgent. Shao Guoren opened the door and poked his head in first.

Fu Haitang tore off his shirt, pacing uneasily with his hands on his waist, a look of violence on his face.

Suddenly he put his palms on the back of his neck, stretching his neck from side to side, like a beast that had just woken up, eager to try and stretch his muscles.

Shao Guoren attacked from behind with a rope, trying to tie him up unprepared.

Fu Haitang noticed and kicked him in the stomach, "Who let you in? Get out!"

Before Shao Guoren could get up from the ground, Fu Haitang's feeling of ants burrowing into blood vessels and crawling all over his body along the gaps between blood vessels and muscles that could not be scratched appeared again.

It gets more intense every minute.

He clawed at his skin, arms, lower abdomen, chest, back, and shoulders.

Everywhere he can touch.

He directly scraped open the half-healed blood scabs, leaving new wounds on the still intact skin.

"Crazy, really crazy!" Shao Guoren roared and went up to hug Fu Haitang tightly.

"Brother! Brother! Listen to me, don't hurt yourself. Do you have any good spots on your body? It hurts just looking at it!"

"Get out! Shao Guoren! Don't you even listen to what I say? Let go."

Fu Haitang was so uncomfortable that he wanted to die, his eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to hit his head in the corner and die.

There was nothing left for him to smash in the guest room.

He struggled to break away from Shao Guoren, picked up the cracked corner of the ashtray on the ground and stabbed his arm.

Just poke a hole and let those ants come out.

One hole, two holes... Only reason flows with the blood.

"Butler Zhang, put the recorder on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an electric voice echoed in the room.

Shao Guoren pressed Fu Haitang's self-inflicted hand tightly. Slowly, Fu Haitang's resistance became smaller and smaller.

Although he still looked uncomfortable, he was willing to endure the discomfort of roaring all over his body and listen to the recording carefully.

'I would rather he attack me. Only when I become crazy and unable to protect her can Han Guanshan return to China with peace of mind...'

'How could I really let her live such a miserable life...'

'It's a hard life without me...'

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Shao Guoren watched helplessly as Fu Haitang went from crazy to calm down, and felt even worse.

Li Hyuk was right, the recording had to be played when he was sick.

But even so, Fu Haitang's uncomfortable physiological reaction did not diminish. Even clear thinking makes the pain worse.

He was consciously aware of every inch of skin being chewed away.

When Shao Guoren was hesitating whether to tie him up, Fu Haitang sat on the chair, with veins in his neck and teeth gritted.

Shaking his hands vigorously, he wrapped the rope around his wrist.

"Tie me up, tie me up. Tie me up..."

Only then did Shao Guoren react and tied him firmly to the chair.

The sound of the recording kept repeating. Fu Haitang raised his head as much as possible, but the swollen veins under his neck showed that he was not feeling well.

Unable to move his hands and feet, he could only rely on his body to rub the rope to relieve the pain.

But the part that was pressed down by the rope had already exposed the tender meat under the skin, and was almost tied directly to the tender meat.

Soon, the rope was dyed red.

Butler Zhang couldn't bear to look at it, and his red eyes fell on the recorder.

Since the voice recorder works, does that mean...

He ran to the storage room and dug out a box of video discs from dozens of neatly arranged shelves.

He took out one at random and ran back to the guest room.

As the video screen opened, the irritable and restless man opposite him gradually became quiet, staring blankly at the TV.

His hair fell down and rested on his brow bone. Because he had not eaten rice in the past few days, his elegant appearance became clearer and even more sharp.

On TV, it was Song Weiyu holding one-year-old Lian Song, smiling like a flower at his son's birthday party.

She kissed Lian Song's chubby little face from time to time, then looked at the camera and said, "Husband, your son is getting fat again. I can hardly hold him anymore."