Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Seeing him return to his loose bastard look, Song Weiyu was furious and relieved, "You...you scared me, I thought you..."

"Why, are you scared?" Fu Haitang asked tentatively, pretending not to care.

"I'm not scared. How could I be afraid of you? I just feel bad for you." She pursed her lips and hugged the man's waist hard.

The belated hug could not offset her heartache when she learned about Fu Haitang's depression.

Fortunately, depression can be cured by taking medicine, she thought.

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Fu Haitang found it funny, "I have nothing to worry about. If you have the skills, you might as well help me with it..."

He whispered the remaining few words into Song Weiyu's ear.

Song Weiyu blushed, struggled out of his arms, and glanced at his trousers.

He hummed and turned on his phone to look in the mirror.

"Ouch! Look at it!"

He turned around and threw himself into Fu Haitang's arms, punching him randomly, crying and cursing, "Fu Haitang! Look, look, it turns out it was just the eyes that were swollen, and now the mouth is also swollen."

Fu Haitang hugged her running around and coaxed, "Okay, okay, let me take a look."

He held her cheek with his palm and looked at it carefully, "Tsk, who can say it's not the case? Why don't you fight fire with fire? I'll kiss her again, maybe it'll be fine."

He said and kissed again.

Song Weiyu was amused by him, tilted his head and hid in his arms, pressed tightly against his chest, and scolded with a smile: "Okay, stop making trouble, you are really late. I think we are the only ones in the audience who haven't sat down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the speaker sounded: "...Shaw Brothers' year-end golden celebration begins now."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Song Weiyu stood up from his arms, smoothed his turtleneck sweater bit by bit, straightened his suit, and muttered: "Why are you wearing a turtleneck sweater today?"

Fu Haitang did not answer, but raised his eyebrows and asked: "Is your husband good-looking?"

Pair a turtleneck thin sweater with a woolen suit to look naturally elegant and elegant.

Moreover, the black sweater clung to Fu Haitang's chest and abdominal muscles, outlining the outline of the muscles, which was inexplicably more alluring.

Song Weiyu told the truth: "It's beautiful. You are the most beautiful in the whole audience. Those women's eyes are almost falling on you! Humph."

She had never said such harsh words before.

Fu Haitang laughed deeply, and his chest trembled with laughter.

Song Weiyu pinched the muscles on his chest, "You are not allowed to laugh, and you are not allowed to look at them!"

"I can only look at you?"

"uh-huh…"

Fu Haitang hugged her suddenly, with a serious look on his face: "What should I do? I don't want to go to any celebration. I want to steal you home."

Song Weiyu poked his chest with her fingertips, "I think it's beautiful!"

Neither of them mentioned their imminent divorce.

The majestic opening song made the building and the ground tremble.

"Let's go, let's start."

This is a song performed live by a famous singer. The song lasts for 5 minutes. The two of them planned to take a seat secretly before the song was finished.

But after all, it was in the middle of the first row. The road was far away and it was too conspicuous. Almost everyone's eyes were focused here.

Song Weiyu lowered his head slightly and followed Fu Haitang. Looking at his long-legged stride and handsome back, he let him hold hands and walk in front of the first row of seats.

People kept getting up to say hello to Fu Haitang. He nodded, responded with a few words with a smile, held the little hand in his hand tightly, and walked to the middle seat.

Flashlights of various colors passed by the two people and then shined on the singing and dancing figures on the stage.

Song Weiyu was not honest when he held his hand, and he scratched Fu Haitang's ring at the base of his finger. When he looked sideways, she raised her eyebrows again and smiled.

Fu Haitang pulled her over, put his arm around Song Weiyu's waist, held her half in his arms, lowered his head and spoke into her ear.

"Be honest, are you trying to hook up with me after seeing so many people?"

"What do you mean by hooking up? I just scratched the palm of your hand~"

Fu Haitang lowered his head and smiled in her ear, saying words that others could not hear. He pinched Song Weiyu's waist with his big hands, and saw that the seat was almost there in front of him.

A beam of light shone on the two of them.