Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu had a painful look on his face, frowned tightly and tried to close his legs.

In the middle was the man's strong waist. His face turned pale and he gasped.

Fu Haitang looked down and saw that the rope had been pulled tight by him, cutting into the tender flesh.

It was very erotic, and a deeper smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She apologized halfheartedly: "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Can I help you pull it out?"

"No! Go away!"

"Okay, no need." He comforted gently, seeming to be in a good mood.

Song Weiyu thought he was really kind for once, but then she saw the man unbuckle his belt and smile at her seductively.

"That's fine, it won't delay anything anyway."

!

The wind was strong in the evening, and the sea breeze with salty and humid water vapor hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, but was blocked outside the double-glazed glass.

Reluctantly, she tried to find a gap to get in, but her attention was interrupted by the rapid moans in the room. She could only transform herself into mist and climb into the glass window, spying on the back of the man who was rising and falling like the waves on the bed.

The person below was like someone desperately looking for a small boat to rely on in the raging waves.

The slender white fingertips dug into the man's shoulders, begging for mercy continuously. Tonight seemed especially long.

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When she opened her tired eyes, she was already on the plane.

It's like a dream.

The bumps and roars made her heart tense and she felt subconsciously uneasy. She looked up and saw a familiar figure sitting next to her, studying a document.

My heart suddenly calmed down and I took off my earplugs: "Fu Haitang, are you coming back to Beijing so early?"

Fu Haitang turned the documents in his hand upside down on the table, leaned over to gather the blanket for her, and then took hold of her exposed foot and placed it on his lap to play with it.

"Does it still hurt?"

Her groggy memories from last night came flooding back and she blushed.

Which nice person would sleep with her ex-husband the night before divorce?

"It hurts!!" Her voice was a little hoarse and she glared at him with resentment.

Fu Haitang picked up her own water cup, brought it to her mouth, and held the back of her head to feed her most of the cup. "You lost too much water last night, so I'll give you some water first."

There was something else in his words, and Song Weiyu glared at him.

He turned around angrily and realized that they were the only two people on the business jet.

Fu Haitang smiled warmly, wrapped her in a blanket, picked her up and put her on his lap, "Are you angry? I'm not telling the truth?"

She was wrapped like a cocoon, her hands bound so she couldn't resist, and she twisted on his legs in protest.

"Be honest, didn't you get enough last night?" Fu Haitang patted her butt and raised his chin towards the bedroom, "Come in and get some?"

She suddenly wilted and huddled in the blanket, looking at him obediently.

Neither of them mentioned that they would have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce certificate in a few hours.

"Where are Shao Guoren and the others? Where is Song Song?"

Fu Haitang manipulated her into a comfortable position, holding her in one hand while he picked up the documents and started drawing with the other.

He asked casually, "Did you have a fight with Li Nian yesterday?"

"Um……"

"Why, tell me?"

His tone was like a parent mediating a conflict between his children. Song Weiyu nestled in his arms and glared, "No! I will never talk to her again in my life! Humph..."

Fu Haitang looked down at her with amusement.

Song Weiyu struggled to stand up like a little bug and said solemnly: "Fu Haitang, you are not allowed to talk to her!"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk to her. When you make peace with her, I'll talk to her, okay?"

She pouted, then sank back into the man's arms, squinting her eyes as she watched him make corrections on the documents. She yawned, feeling sleepy but not wanting to sleep.

After all, the two of them only had a few hours alone.

This time, we are really going to separate.

I stared at Fu Haitang's profile in a trance. He was thinner than before, with a sharper jaw. His Adam's apple was prominent, pushing the smooth skin of his neck into a sexy arc.

She swallowed and said, "Honey, you look so good."

Hearing this, Fu Haitang paused and curled his lips playfully, "Is she prettier than your next one?"

This was an unromantic remark. Song Weiyu snorted, tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder, staring at him intently.

She didn't like flying, but she wished the flight could be longer this time.

Contrary to expectations, the plane began to descend.

Fu Haitang put down his pen and looked down at her who was already drowsy. She forced her eyes open, and surrounded by sleepiness, she gave a silly and well-behaved smile.

The voices stuck together, "Husband..."

The chin was then lifted up and a deep and passionate kiss was placed.

She squinted her eyes in response, gradually waking up in this kiss. After waking up, the sweetness gradually became greater than the sadness, and there was bitterness between their lips.

Fu Haitang let her go, brought her the coat, held her hand and helped her put it into the sleeves and buttoned it up.

"Let's go, Yu Bin's car has arrived, I'll take you to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

He took her hand, and they held hands tightly and walked down to the plane.