Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu didn't want to go. She hadn't asked Li He for his opinion yet, but her feet didn't listen to her.

When she reached the other side of the pillar and wanted to take a breath, she was pushed out by Li Nian.

The strap around the back of her neck was tied with a delicate gift knot. She suddenly appeared like a gift from God to a man.

Fu Haitang had a habit of hiding from women who appeared out of nowhere, but it didn't take him half a second to see clearly that it was her. He immediately opened his hands and strode to catch her.

"what……"

Around the corner, a woman carrying the fruity aroma of sparkling wine bumped into a familiar chest, and the air seemed to burst with the sweetness of exploding alcohol bubbles.

Fu Haitang caught her firmly with both arms and was stunned for a moment.

The gift that suddenly dropped seemed fake, maybe an illusion.

The woman in his arms had her little head buried in his chest and refused to raise her head. He put one hand around her waist and pressed her gently into his arms.

It's real, it's her waist, it's her smell.

With this press, something touched each other. Song Weiyu grunted uneasily. He held his waist and abdomen with his palms and pushed gently.

"You... let go."

Fu Haitang licked his lips before hanging up the phone.

He kept one hand around her waist and answered the phone with the other hand, but his voice suddenly became hoarse: "Sorry, we just encountered a small situation."

The person on the phone asked politely, are you okay?

"It's okay, I picked up a...little thing."

Without waiting for the other party's reaction, Fu Haitang hung up the phone. He didn't lower his head much, but his eyes were downcast, looking at the head in his arms.

Song Weiyu's face was still buried, and he grabbed the sweater around Fu Haitang's waist with both hands, twisting it until he almost tore it.

Step back, and behind your waist are the man's hard arms.

The further she retreated, the tighter Fu Haitang's arms were.

"Fu Haitang, let go..." The voice was as sweet and soft as if soaked in alcohol.

The man's eyes darkened, a cold snort escaped from his throat, and he looked to the other side of the pillar.

This scene is very similar to... back then...

He patted her butt with a big hand, "Look up and tell me how you flew here."

There is a thick feeling on the buttocks, the temperature in the palm of the hand is rising steadily, and the thin silk fabric seems to be almost non-existent.

Song Weiyu's face was getting hotter and hotter, and he blinked wildly with his eyes on Fu Haitang's sweater. He couldn't say that I deliberately caused trouble.

"I didn't fly here." The soft voice was sucked into the man's chest.

In return, Fu Haitang's heartbeat gradually increased.

In this position, Fu Haitang could just see her half-naked back and the ribbon knot on the back of her neck, and the excess Western-colored ribbon fell on her back with obvious butterfly bones.

She was truly a gift thrown to him from heaven.

Like a shooting star with a splendid trail... it cut through the sky, fell to his chest, and burned into his heart.

"I was pushed..." Song Weiyu slowly raised his head.

Her long hair covered her small face and her cheeks were slightly red. She tried her best to think of a reasonable reason, but she ran into the man's overly affectionate eyes.

He followed his heart and said blankly: "By the way, I have something to give you."

Fu Haitang found it funny.

Kind reminder: "Mrs. Chen, have you forgotten what you said in my wintersweet garden seven days ago?"

Um? Song Weiyu woke up for a moment.

"Well, I forgot." He took advantage of the wine and lied directly.

"It's okay, I haven't forgotten it, and I will never forget it in my life! I will recite it to Mrs. Chen: we don't want to meet again, please completely withdraw from me..."

Before he finished reciting it, Song Weiyu pressed his palm against his lips.

Stirred by the warm breath, she immediately took it back.

The palms of his hands felt hot and itchy, just like allergies. Song Weiyu's skin felt warm and he clenched his hands.

He lowered his gaze back to Fu Haitang's chest, grabbed the buttons of his suit and sulked: "Forget it!"

"I can't forget it. The more I think about it, the more I hate it."

The smell belonging to Fu Haitang lingered on the tip of her nose, and she sniffed: "Then why are you still hugging me? Let go."

Unexpectedly, he really let go.

In her stunned look, Fu Haitang half-opened his arms, palms facing up, and took two steps back with a smile on his lips.

The heat on her hips and waist quickly dissipated. Song Weiyu bit her lips to pretend to be decent, and her slightly rapid breathing brought about plump ups and downs.

Did he really let go?

What Fu Haitang said last night came to mind at the right time, "I will not want a cheating woman."

The man's eyes swept across her smooth chest, "Tsk, why are you following Chen Fang? There aren't even any decent pearls."

His sarcastic eyes were fixed on her earlobes: "Black diamond? Is it worthy?"

Song Weiyu clutched her handbag tightly, pressing her fingertips on the raised circular outline.

She looked at her lover who was so close, but felt that she couldn't touch him.

She tried her best not to pay attention to the badness in the man's tone and the absurdity of last night. What she cared more about was: "Have you...slept better? Are you still taking medicine?"

Fu Haitang felt that she had changed, and her temper was suddenly much gentler, but he didn't like Song Weiyu's gentleness, as if he had been wronged.

"What? No one is pampering you anymore in Zongheng? Have you even lost your temper?"

"No, it's not..."

"Oh, I'm too lazy to care, so I'm leaving."

Fu Haitang walked past her. There were not many people in the drinking area and everyone was seated.

After taking two steps, the back of his suit was grabbed.

Sunlight penetrated directly from the other side, and he saw a slender arm gently tugging on his suit on the floor tiles.

She was the one who said she would never see him again, and now she is the one who is not allowed to leave.