Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It was already noon when the snowman was built. It was nearly three meters tall and almost as tall as the wall.

Song Weiyu looked up, "Wow..."

Fu Haitang handed her two black round pebbles and said, "There's nothing else suitable at home, so these will serve as your eyes."

The shape is regular and round, and it can be seen at first glance that it was fished out of his koi pond.

Song Weiyu took it, climbed up the ladder, and stuffed it into the snowman's eye sockets, "What about the mouth?"

Fu Haitang handed over another carrot.

After she finished inserting it, she held the snowman's shoulders with satisfaction, turned her head and shouted to him with a smile: "Honey, look, this is my snowman."

Fu Haitang didn't look at the snowman, but stared at her phone and pressed the shutter. The light in the photo was particularly warm, softly shining on the snowman and her.

Two pairs of eyes sparkled and she grinned, brighter than the warm sun.

Everyone stood next to the snowman and took photos. Everyone looked at the camera with a smile. In the frozen state, some hugged each other's shoulders, and some linked their hands.

At night, Song Weiyu lay on the bed with his feet up and browsed his circle of friends.

I saw Li Nian and she posted today’s group photo: All my best friends are here~

Song Weiyu enlarged the photo and looked at Fu Haitang alone. His hand was around her waist, his body slightly tilted towards her, with a faint smile still on his lips.

He is the tallest, with broad shoulders, while she is the shortest, only about 165cm tall.

So in his arms, she was as small as a chick.

"Humph, what did you eat to grow so tall..."

Fu Haitang changed into pajamas and stood by the door watching her hum. They returned to the master bedroom and no longer slept in the guest room, which made him feel like he was dreaming.

Especially now, she was lying on the bed, rocking back and forth with her legs crossed.

The waist-length hair was slightly curled and spread behind her. The dark green silk suspender skirt fell along the waistline and was lifted up by the hips, making her look vivid and charming.

He took out his cell phone and secretly took another picture of the scene.

Today alone, he took more than fifty secret photos.

Now, he wanted to capture and record her every expression and every movement.

Song Weiyu was staring at the photo of a man on her phone when the mattress beside her was pressed down and she felt warm breath next to her ears.

"I'm right next to you, why are you studying these photos..." Fu Haitang glanced at her phone, hugged her from behind, and stroked her neck with his lips.

Song Weiyu felt a tingling sensation on her back, and she tilted her head to avoid it, frowning her delicate eyebrows and saying unhappily, "Don't touch me! I was tired last night, and I don't have any energy."

"Hmm? Just shouting is exhausting?"

The man didn't listen to him and directly hooked down the shoulder straps, and his lips moved slowly from the shoulders to the back, kissing and biting.

The arms on both sides of her body gradually tensed, and her muscles arched in a powerful arc. Song Weiyu lay on the bed, panting softly, and turned her head to see Fu Haitang's hungry eyes.

"Fu Haitang, are you starting to feel uncomfortable again..."

Her action coupled with her worried and distressed look, the unbearable pain and itchiness under Fu Haitang's skin gradually turned into a catalyst for desire. It was painful and pleasurable, and she urgently wanted to vent.

"Well, it's really, really uncomfortable. Can you help me?" He leaned over and pressed her so hard that she could hardly move.

It sounded like a question, but she had no right to choose at all.

The moon was knocked to the west and set in front of her watery eyes. In a daze, she heard Fu Haitang hugging her and answering a phone call.

I couldn't hear what the other person said, but I vaguely heard him say: I don't need to wait for any antidote or inhibitor, I will take action as soon as he returns to the country, I just want him to die, the sooner the better.

Perhaps it was because of this sentence that Song Weiyu slept very uneasily at night and kept having the same dream over and over again.

In the dream, she held the knife against Han Guanshan's jugular artery, but he still looked unruly and ruffian, with his hands open and eyebrows raised at her.

The blade cut through his flesh, and blood spread inch by inch, which made him even more arrogant.

He smiled evilly and said silently: "If you kill me, Fu Haitang will live a life worse than death."

She woke up suddenly, her hair on her forehead was wet with sweat, her eyes were staring at the ceiling, and her whole body was almost cold.

Song Weiyu suddenly realized that Han Guanshan's purpose was not just to bring down Fu Haitang and take revenge on her.

It was also to torture her, making her want to kill him but unable to.

Even before she got the formula for the drug, she had to protect Han Guanshan, otherwise once he died, there would be no hope at all...

The chill spread throughout her limbs, her fingertips were numb, and she was hugged by the somewhat hot body next to her.

Fu Haitang's voice was still lazy and sleepy, his chin resting on the top of her head, his hands patting her back again and again, "Why are you not sleeping? What are you thinking about?"

"Miss you."

She buried her head in the man's chest, smelling the bitter scent of the medicine powder, and staring at the scars on his body in the moonlight.

Song Weiyu knew that beneath the scarred skin was an even more broken heart that was still beating hard.

"No one has a sweeter mouth than you. Are you thinking about me? Or are you thinking about how to leave me?"

Fu Haitang felt the person in his arms stiffen for a moment, and smiled silently in the darkness, "Go to sleep, I'll hold you, and you won't have nightmares."