Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Lin Yu watched the machine start to start up. Without caring about his face, he hurriedly ordered his younger brothers to use their bodies to block the excavator.

He turned his head and bowed slightly, begging, "Boss Fu! Please give me a chance to live, Master Han is really on the way..."

The man opposite smiled deeply.

The narrow corners of his eyes were filled with overwhelming conspiracy, and he continued what he had not finished just now: "Alas - what a pity, my wife told my youngest son a few days ago not to leave the school. Otherwise, he should have come to watch this scene..."

Lin Yu had a sad face and stared at him blankly.

We are talking about Han Guanshan here, why are we suddenly mentioning his son?

Whether in the nightlife or in the white world, everyone knew that Fu Haitang had three sons. The men even talked about this at the dinner table, saying that Song Weiyu was born with a charming body, who could not only seduce men to death, but was also good at giving birth to sons.

At one time, she was extremely envied by the men in Beijing.

Lin Yu glanced behind him. His building was in danger. How could Fu Haitang still be in the mood to chat?

"Mr. Fu, calm down and have a smoke."

Lin Yu took out a cigarette box and handed over a cigarette with both hands.

Fu Haitang glanced at it, turned it away with disgust, and took out a cigarette box from his pocket.

Lin Yu's face turned pale and blue, "Mr. Fu, if someone dies today, it will be embarrassing for everyone."

In the distance, the forced demolition was at a stalemate.

There were 4.5 or of Lin Yu's men standing in front of almost every excavator.

Fu Haitang was holding a cigarette but didn't light it. He suddenly raised his eyes and said, "My wife is now on the fourth floor below you, right?"

Lin Yu was stunned, "Ah-"

"That's good. It will prevent the explosion from being too loud and scaring her."

Then he raised his hand, put his two fingers together and hooked it towards the distance.

A man holding a walkie-talkie shouted into the receiver: "Damn, if anyone dies, it's my responsibility. I don't believe this bunch of rabble are really not afraid of death."

Not far away, dozens of machines raised their arms together.

The moment they fell, Lin Yu’s gang of brothers ran away with their heads in their hands.

The outer wall collapsed with a loud noise, and the raised dust covered the entire ruins. The forced demolition was carried out in an orderly manner.

Lin Yu watched helplessly as his decades of hard work were gradually destroyed, feeling angry but helpless.

"Where is the entrance? Why don't you tell me?" As the cigarette burned to the bottom, Fu Haitang's patience also came to an end.

The later she went in, the more suffering she would suffer.

If Lin Yu didn't tell him the underground entrance, he could only blow it up, which would inevitably waste dozens of minutes.

"Mr. Fu, what can I do to let go of my underground part? How about you cut off two of my fingers, okay?"

Once the entrance says so, they can go directly to the Public Security Bureau to receive the death penalty.

As long as we persist and reach Hanguan Mountain, there is hope.

He grabbed Lin Hu and said, "Kneel down!"

There were too many onlookers, and almost all of the younger brothers were in a mess and covered in dust, waiting for Lin Yu to avenge them.

Lin Hu was embarrassed and wanted to reason with him, "Mr. Fu, you have all the women you want. Why do you have to make enemies with our entire nightclub just for an ex-wife who abandoned you? You have a big family and a big business, don't let it be ruined by a mere woman."

"Just a woman?" Fu Haitang looked at Lin Hu.

The finger holding the cigarette pointed at him, "You guys who work in nightclubs, don't you have brains? No one in my class in the whole capital dares to mess with her. What gives you the courage to reach out to her?"

"Just a woman, right? Then let me tell you clearly today: Song Weiyu is more valuable than the lives of all the people in Shulou, oh no, than all the lives of all the people in Jingbei's nightclubs combined. Do you want me to let Shulou go? Sure, call all the people in your nightclub over here, and leave a finger for each of them, and I can barely consider this."

Lin Yu kicked Lin Hu to his knees, "Kneel down obediently!"

“Director Fu, after all, Song Weiyu did cut Zhao Han’s face, and Mr. Han will definitely blame him when he comes back.”

Fu Haitang's originally cold expression suddenly changed, "I heard that my wife suddenly slashed her face because she knew that she drugged me."

"Yes, yes... Oh, that's not right. Where did you hear that, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Haitang suddenly chuckled. This little woman couldn't even carry water or lift anything, but she was still thinking about avenging him in that situation, and she was determined to rush to Han Guanshan to find an antidote for him.

So, Mrs. Fu, how long are you going to keep being stubborn?

Saying love isn't that hard, right?

He stared at Shulou. Dozens of heavy trucks were right in front of the excavator. The excavated building parts were directly transported onto the heavy trucks and dumped in the yard of Lin Yu's villa behind.

Lin Yu was heartbroken when he found out that his villa was also ruined.

Shao Guoren braked suddenly to the side of the road, grabbed a woman by the hair and came out from the back seat, pushing her into Lin Yu's arms.