Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She hesitated whether to drive the car in. After all, the car was kept for a long time.

She smiled. She would do this kind of thing without hesitation before, and she didn't care whether Fu Haitang would be sad or not.

While staring at the dark door in a daze, someone from Rong Qingxiang came to deliver clothes.

The video doorbell rang for almost half a minute before Butler Zhang answered it.

"Uncle Zhang, I am Xiaochun, Master Ji's apprentice. I'm here to give my wife some clothes."

"What? Madam's clothes?"

Butler Zhang was obviously stunned for a few seconds, "Are you sure you didn't send the wrong address?"

"That's right, Master Ji said he would send it to his house."

"Then... just wait a minute, I'll come out and open the door." Butler Zhang's voice was filled with confusion.

Song Weiyu also got out of the car. When someone from Rong Qingxiang came to deliver clothes, Butler Zhang would open the door remotely as soon as possible and invite him to the front hall for a cup of tea.

Why are you not even allowed in today?

The side door opened, and when Butler Zhang came out to receive the goods and thanked him, he saw Song Weiyu standing next to the car. His eyes were not as attentive and surprised as in the past, but rather panicked.

"Madam, you... why are you back at this time?"

Song Weiyu looked at him intently and pointed in the air: "Put your clothes in the car. I'll go home and get something."

He said and walked inside.

Housekeeper Zhang was suddenly in a hurry, putting the clothes box in her car and running towards Song Weiyu.

Wiping sweat: "Madam, you..."

"Fu Haitang is at home, right?"

High heels stepped on the bluestone pavement in the courtyard, making a crisp sound.

Butler Zhang lowered his head, glanced at the row of guest rooms to the east, and hesitated, not knowing whether to say he was here or not.

Seeing him like this, Song Weiyu understood. Holding the strap of her handbag tightly, she tried to suppress the sourness in her heart.

Mo squeezed out a relieved and generous smile: "I know he doesn't want to see me, don't be embarrassed, I'll take the things and leave."

She raised her neck proudly, but her hands almost broke.

Fu Haitang, is he so unwilling to see himself?

The unhurried sound of high heels was carried into the east guest room along with the setting sun.

Fu Haitang thought he had a heart of stone, but when he heard this familiar cadence, his heart trembled subconsciously and he almost abandoned his armor.

"Who's coming?" The ash trembled and fell from his fingertips.

Shao Guoren stood up, looked out the window, paused, and rubbed his eyes.

"Hold the grass, my sister-in-law, really my sister-in-law!"

Fu Haitang sat on the sofa, pressing his elbows on his knees and looking at the floor in front of him.

Slowly putting the cigarette into his mouth, with a layer of blurry fog in his eyes, he suddenly asked: "Why isn't Li He coming back?"

Tomorrow is the celebration.

Shao Guoren pressed his head against the glass, his eyes tilted as Song Weiyu disappeared, "I called Li He today, but he didn't answer."

"Brother, are you going to the celebration tomorrow? If you don't go, the media will definitely explode."

The reason for the explosion was not only that Fu Haitang did not attend, but also that Song Weiyu appeared with Chen Fang.

The result is: Fu Haitang is shameless if he doesn't go. I went and was slapped in the face...

When I think that tomorrow's celebration may turn into Fu Song's divorce press conference...

No, it would definitely turn into a divorce press conference, and Shao Guoren was very worried.

Wandering around the room, he walked in front and chased after him uneasily.

This year's golden celebration will definitely be the most sensational in the past 20 years.

Shao Guoren could even imagine that the headlines tomorrow would be: The bodyguard returned home with a beautiful woman after 28 years of love, and the boss of the Fu family had no face to attend the year-end ceremony in Beijing.

……

"Brother, what should I do? Otherwise, I will cancel the celebration!" Shao Guoren sat down next to Fu Haitang and stared at him without blinking.

Fu Haitang glanced at him, threw the cigarette butt and patted his face, "I will go."

"But, your body."

Fu Haitang stood up and walked into the bathroom.

In the mirror, he has obviously lost a lot of weight, his jaw line is sharper, the blood vessels on the back of his hands are obviously noisy, and there are many needle holes.

Fortunately, my face was not injured.

There were scratch marks on his neck as well, but wearing a turtleneck sweater underneath his suit would have warded off any wounds.

However, because he is so thin, he will not be caught by the media asking questions.

Tomorrow will be a tough battle, and now it's getting dark. For him, it's even more of a life-and-death battle that he can't avoid.

What's more, she is still at home.

Fu Haitang washed his face, walked straight to the chair, sat down, and glanced at Shao Guoren.

Shao Guoren was a little surprised by his initiative. When he saw Fu Haitang's deep eyes, he realized what he was doing and hurriedly tied him up.

When the rope was tied up, the wounds that were not scabbed were bleeding again, soaking the shirt.

Shao Guoren was in pain just looking at him. Before he could say any words of comfort, Fu Haitang said again:

"Find some clothes and gag me."