Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The two silhouettes, one large and one small, gradually moved away. Li He kicked the pillar hard and said, "Grass."

Song Weiyu suddenly looked back and shook Fu Haitang's hand: "Li He is a little strange today, how about we wait for him..."

Fu Haitang held her waist close to him and pushed her head back, "Leave him alone. If you don't come to the table, Li Nian will tease you on the stage again later."

"Oh yes, yes."

Song Weiyu blinked his dry eyes and raised his little head: "Fu Haitang, do you think my eyes are red? Will it be embarrassing in a while?"

The man chuckled twice and looked at it seriously, "Yeah, red, just like a little rabbit."

"Oh, what should I do, what should I do?"

Song Weiyu held up her mobile phone to look at her makeup in the reflection without looking at the road. She was holding her hand and followed Fu Haitang's pace based on feeling.

Pouting unhappily.

He stopped suddenly and turned around, "How about I give you some ice? It might help."

"Huh? You have ice on your body..."

Half of her words were stuck in her throat, and Fu Haitang's lips fell on her eyes.

Song Weiyu squinted his eyes slightly, his eyelashes couldn't stop trembling, he clutched Fu Haitang's suit tightly and bit his lip.

After Fu Haitang kissed one side, he moved across her eyebrows to find the other side.

Finally, his lips left her half-downcast eyes.

Song Weiyu's eyes were dim and his beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, "You lied, it's obviously hot."

"Really, then you can cool me down?"

"Huh? Well..."

Song Weiyu was pushed to a shadow-covered corner by him, his lips and teeth entangled. She couldn't break away from this punishing kiss, so she could only hook her arms around the man's neck, follow his intention of crushing and wreaking havoc, and respond gently before she could breathe.

The tip of her tongue was numb from sucking, and her feet were almost too weak to support her rapid breathing.

The kiss went downward, stopping at the collarbone. Fu Haitang suddenly bit down on the protruding bone, wanting to leave a mark, but he didn't want to. After kissing her until she turned slightly red, he finally let go.

The distance was still very close, and their breaths blended together. The two didn't say a word, they just looked at each other.

Her eyes became more and more confused. Fu Haitang's arm muscles tensed and he swallowed.

He pressed her lips again and bit her apart, "How about you stop going to the celebration and follow me upstairs?"

Song Weiyu was so seduced by him that he half-squinted his eyes to avoid this kiss, which was more lustful than the first time. "No, it can't be done. The media will ask..."

"Whatever they do, I'll take care of it, eh? Baby, come with me, okay?"

His hand rubbed the gift knot on the back of Song Weiyu's neck, and his index finger hooked a ribbon, wrapping it around and trying to pull it.

Just when Song Weiyu was so aroused by love that she wanted to push away, and half of her body fell into a whirlpool, she suddenly remembered the kiss mark left by Chen on her lower abdomen last night.

"No, you can't!" Her eyes suddenly became clear.

I can't tell whether it's regret or fear.

After the strong reaction, Song Weiyu hooked his arms around Fu Haitang's neck and looked at the man's displeased and irritable eyebrows because of the sudden stop.

He smoothed his frown with one hand and coaxed him with kind words, "By the time you finish, half the time has passed. Shao Guoren can't find you, so he will definitely have to keep calling you..."

Fu Haitang's eyes were locked on hers, filled with unresolved lust.

He stretched his neck impatiently, his whole body filled with an evil and vicious aura that Song Weiyu had never seen before.

Especially those eyes, the brow bones are slightly furrowed and depressed, and the eyes are filled with the ferocity of a beast about to prey.

Is it caused by depression?

Song Weiyu's heart sank, as if a stone had fallen, which made her feel distressed. She quickly comforted her and said, "Be obedient. Let's go to the venue first. The ceremony has already started. It would be outrageous for you not to go."

Gently touching the man's tense cheek, she felt that Fu Haitang was biting his back molars and enduring something.

She had a gut feeling that he was enduring more than just desire.

"Fu Haitang, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Song Weiyu touched him randomly. She knew that depression would cause sudden depression and collapse.

This sentence made Fu Haitang return to some sense. His eyes dodge slightly and then he changed into a silly smile. He grabbed her groping hand and looked down at her lower abdomen. "It doesn't feel good here."