Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu got into the car, his face was bloodless, like a flower about to wither in the dark night.

She opened the window and the cold wind poured into the warm car.

Ah Yuan saw something was wrong and immediately started the car. When he was about to leave, Butler Zhang sighed and put his hands on the car window: "Madam, after these decades, I am tired, so let's get together and relax."

"By the way, the sandalwood box in your hand was not brought back by the master. It was sent by the workers of the wintersweet garden. The master did not go back that night."

How the car returned to Zongheng, she didn't know.

My eyes were always covered with water mist, and even the neon lights in the city became grotesque.

Those few words were like nails, staring at Song Weiyu's fragile and sensitive fatal place. They penetrated and could not be pulled out.

She remained motionless as the cold wind took away her body temperature.

Chen Fang stood at the door of Zongheng, watching her car stop steadily, with the car windows wide open, and what he saw was a woman who was so broken that she couldn't even breathe.

She seemed to have lost her thoughts and just stared into space.

A trip to Fu's house would cost her half her life. Chen Fang tensed his jaw. He had expected this result, and he deliberately let her go today.

After all, tomorrow is the Shaw Festival.

Fu Haitang will definitely attend, and when the two meet, there may not be any sparks.

It's better to let her go to Fu's house today. Fu Haitang is now covered in scars and in a state of embarrassment. He will definitely say harsh words just to avoid seeing her.

I just didn't expect that she would be so sad that she would lose her soul.

While standing by the car and watching her quietly for a few seconds, Chen Fang also saw the rest of his life.

Worrying about gains and losses, suppressing pain, unwilling to let go.

That was... a copy of Fu Haitang's first half of life.

A grand opening waltz, changing partners, going around the venue, and when the music ends, fate returns to its original point.

Chen Fang opened the car door, bent over and hugged her, holding her firmly in his arms. Even though there was a knife under his feet, he held her in his arms and walked firmly and steadily.

Along the way, Song Weiyu stared blankly at his jaw and profile.

Not knowing what she was thinking, she returned to the bedroom. When Chen Fang was about to put her on the bed, she lightly stretched out her hand to touch him, touching him from her eyebrows to the bridge of her nose, to her chin, and down to her Adam's apple.

Chen Fang stood by the bed and didn't let go. His spine tightened after a numbness. He just held her and looked at her.

"I'm cold and want to take a shower." She seemed so cold that she lost her warmth even when she spoke.

"it is good."

The bathtub is almost full of hot water, and the entire bathroom is enveloped in warmth.

Chen Fang called her in, and she counted the steps from the bed to the bathroom with her bare feet.

The ground was cold under the soles of my feet, and the warmth in the bathroom seemed like an illusion.

The man saw her bare feet and wanted to pick her up, but she held her down behind the door.

Chen Fang was still wearing a suit.

She came in wearing only a suspender skirt.

Song Weiyu raised his head, and his smooth neck pulled up smooth lines, extending to the high arc of his chest.

The only thing she wore was this thin silk skirt, which absorbed the moisture from the bathroom and seemed to stick to her curvy body.

Chen Fang looked down at her, his eyes intertwined with hers. He endured the restlessness in his chest that was about to overflow, and remained motionless, letting her look at him.

She clearly didn't drink, but she painted the imaginary world as if she was drunk.

She reached out and took off his coat. Her eyes fell on the black shirt from the man's eyes. She didn't stop and unbuttoned him one button at a time.

When he reached his lower abdomen, Chen Fang grabbed his hand and asked, "Drink too much?"

She looked up with a smile, beautiful and bright, but not vivid, "I didn't drink."

She broke away from Chen Fang's hand and continued to unbutton his shirt. When she pressed the belt buckle open, the man's hoarse voice reached her ears with the heat of his lips.

"Then what makes you so drunk?"

Song Weiyu leaned against his chest, tilted her head and kissed his chin, "I just suddenly miss you, miss you, miss you..."

The words fell on the man's muscular skin as her lips touched it, and every inch she kissed was as hot as fire.

Chen Fang endured the desire to tighten his muscles and pressed tightly against the cold bathroom door, but the door was warmed by his body temperature.

Song Weiyu raised his head to look at him, his eyes slightly confused and dull by the hot and humid mist. Then a big hand covered the back of her head, her waist was lifted up, and the two of them changed positions.

Song Weiyu's legs were hung on the man's strong waist, and she had to hug his neck to stabilize herself.

"Don't lose your temper anymore? Are you willing again?" He said, kissing her all the way.

The water in the bathtub was almost full, and it overflowed as soon as I entered it. The bathroom light is obscured by the man's broad shoulders, sometimes obscured and sometimes revealed.

Song Weiyu squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the swaying light. His thoughts drifted away, but he was pulled back by the man's harsh strength.

"Crying again?" Chen Fang slowed down and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She didn't say anything, bit Chen Fang's shoulder hard, and only when she looked at the teeth marks did she really start crying.

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The teeth marks were of the same shape, but deeper and heavier. They were scars that could never be erased in a lifetime.

Fu Haitang stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at the mark she left on her arm.