Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

don't go?

Are you just not leaving now, or do you plan to stay forever?

Fu Haitang glanced at the person who was lying on him and fell asleep again, stroked her long hair like a cat, and didn't ask any more questions.

Song Weiyu lay on him and fell asleep again. When he opened his eyes, he realized that it was already mid-morning. "Hungry..."

"Get up?" A familiar voice came from above my head.

Song Weiyu was lying on his back with his face sideways, facing the curtains next to him. The sunlight came in through the gap in the middle of the curtains, scattering an unreal halo.

Especially with Fu Haitang's low and magnetic voice, she was dazed for a moment and looked up at him blankly.

The body temperature below her, which was hotter than hers, told her that this was real.

"Last night...um, did I, sleep with my ex-husband?" After saying that, she bit her lip and tried to recall the details.

Fu Haitang looked at her dazed look and laughed angrily, "Did you get screwed? Come, let your ex-husband help you recall the past."

After saying that, he turned over and pressed her down.

When her knees were spread apart, she realized that Fu Haitang was serious.

"No, no! I already remember!" She clamped hard on the muscular waist of the man and climbed up, not allowing him to succeed.

Fu Haitang's eyebrows, eyes and lips were full of smiles. He got out of bed in this position and carried her to the bathroom.

"You fell asleep last night, so I didn't wash you. Now I'll wash you. After you're done, we can have dinner."

Song Weiyu hooked his arms around his neck, dangling his legs around his waist, squinting his eyes indignantly, "Is it possible that I fainted?"

Fu Haitang raised her eyebrows and smiled even more wantonly, "This is not because your ex-husband is kind and is trying to save face for you."

Her ex-husband...

Song Weiyu was too embarrassed to correct him as they hadn't divorced yet.

Including today, there are still seven days left.

But when she thought of the countdown, her heart was suddenly gripped. She propped up her upper body in his arms, holding Fu Haitang's face and looking at it hard.

The bathroom was gradually filled with steam. Fu Haitang swallowed and patted her waist with his big hands. "Don't stare at me with those big eyes of yours. Unwind your legs and let me wash you."

"My ex-husband is so handsome, what should I do? I can't bear to let him go..."

The lips that were bitten red by herself came out of her mouth, shining brightly with water. Her long hair was wet from the shower and clung to her long neck and meandered to her chest. Her hair was black and her skin was white, very eye-catching.

Fu Haitang looked at her like this, licked his cheek and turned away, "You can speak better than anyone else, but no one is more cruel than you."

Song Weiyu recalled the scene a month ago when she threatened to force him to divorce.

What other cruel words are spoken without restraint.

Hot water poured on her back, and Fu Haitang rubbed her foamy hair. She closed her eyes and put her head in the water curtain under the shower.

Wash away moisture from eyes.

Shattered his reluctance to leave.

She kept her eyes closed until she finished her shower, letting Fu Haitang dry her, dress her, and take advantage of her. She hung on the man the entire time, being extremely obedient.

It was hard to get her dressed.

Even in winter, Fu Haitang had a thin layer of sweat on her body, and she came up to him again and asked for a hug.

"Tsk, why are you so clingy?"

He tapped Song Weiyu's forehead and said, "Open your eyes. I'll take you to eat."

Song Weiyu pursed her lips, opened her eyes and glared at him wetly. Although she was just looking, this silky look was no different from seduction in the eyes of men.

Over the years, Fu Haitang couldn't tell whether she was naturally charming or was deliberately trying to seduce him.

"Forget it, just shut up. Wait for a minute, I'll apply the medicine..."

Fu Haitang found a clean towel to dry himself, then took out the medicine powder, which Song Weiyu took over. "I'll apply the medicine to you."

"Dirty." He lowered his eyes and looked at his body, the coagulated blood, the half-dried pus, and the dirty black scabs.

She loved cleanliness so much, and he didn't want her to be contaminated by anything dirty.

Song Weiyu looked at Fu Haitang's body, and the intense heartache gave rise to extreme hatred.

Han Guanshan, she wished she could chew this name into pieces and swallow it.

Since you won't let her go, let's meet again.

Song Weiyu condensed the hatred in his eyes, pushed Fu Haitang to the sofa, and smiled, "My ex-husband is the best I have ever seen in this world! The best! Clean and gentle, elegant and refined, noble and charming, all-powerful, shrewd, and vicious... Uh, where is he dirty? Why didn't I see it~"

She used all the words in her mind about Fu Haitang, and finally told the truth.

Fu Haitang couldn't help but chuckle and leaned back on the sofa.

He spread her legs and let her sit on his thighs and rock, while he hooked his fingers into the wet hair on her back and played with it.

He felt this belated sweetness was extremely unreal, and he was afraid that he would lose it at any time.

She carefully digests the sugar in the food in a state of trepidation. This little mouth of hers is the best at coaxing people.

He can speak sweet words better than anyone else, but his harsh words can hurt you.

"Your ex-husband is so good? You still divorced him, then you are quite heartless."