Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Seeing his embarrassed look, Song Weiyu knew that Han Guanshan must have told her not to contact the outside world.

It seems that I really have to fight alone.

"Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you. Can you help me get another cup? I want to drink water." Song Weiyu's tone was gentle, completely different from the way he was scolding just now.

The man immediately agreed, "Yes!"

He came in with a new cup and poured her more water.

Song Weiyu looked at him, smiled and asked softly: "What's your name? If I have anything to do during my hospitalization, can I trouble you?"

"You can assign me to do anything. My name is Gu Yanqing."

"Yan, Qing?"

These two words are read out in Song Weiyu's tone that is quite similar to Jiangnan folk songs, and have a unique charm.

She looked at Gu Yanqing and muttered in her heart: "What a waste of such a nice name for a gangster."

To be honest, because of Han Guanshan, Song Weiyu didn't have a good impression of these thugs.

But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. So he smiled politely and said, "What a nice name. Your father must be very learned."

Gu Yanqing lowered his head to pick up the water cup that she had smashed. His father was just an old farmer who had been growing poisonous flowers on the plantation for half his life. He chewed betel nuts every day, and his teeth were corroded. He could not write at all.

Without replying, he lowered his head and walked out again.

The other three people at the door asked hurriedly: "Yan Qing'er, who is in there?"

"A...very beautiful and gentle woman."

Then he added hesitantly, "She's different from the women Mr. Han had before."

Han Guanshan was never short of beautiful women. He had seen all the beautiful women around him. He would sleep with them for a few days at the least and a few months at the most before throwing them away.

The only one who stayed longer was Zhao Yiyi, who stayed in Southeast Asia and could be considered as half-sister-in-law in name.

However, no matter who it is, no one dares to throw things or call Mr. Han a coward!

The four of them murmured.

Gu Yanqing suddenly realized, stretched out his finger and tapped in the air a few times, whispering: "Do you remember, there is a photo in the drawer of Mr. Han's desk, and no one is allowed to touch that drawer!"

"I remember flipping through it a few years ago when I was looking for cigarettes for him. There was a very beautiful woman on it, holding a child."

The four of them immediately widened their eyes and looked curious.

The other three people looked at each other eagerly and said, "Next time you pour water, Yanqing, can you let me in?"

Gu Yanqing: “Dream on!”

After drinking the water, Song Weiyu wanted to see how many people were watching her at the door.

His eyes rolled around and he called out to the door, "Yan Qing."

Gu Yanqing put his hand on the door handle and was about to go in when the other two hugged him by the waist and covered his mouth. "Yanqing, just let me go. I really want to see what this woman looks like!"

Song Weiyu blinked when he saw someone else coming in.

"Hello! What can I do for you?"

"Where's Yanqing?"

"He...went to the bathroom. You told me to do the same."

"Oh, I'm bored... Please turn on the TV for me. I want to watch a TV series."

The man picked up the remote control with a broken corner by her and started changing the channels for her one by one.

While he was adjusting the TV, Song Weiyu shouted to the door again, "Yanqing~"

Another person came in, it was Gu Yanqing.

The man who just came in exchanged a glance with the man who was tuning the TV. "Hello, what can I do for you?"

Song Weiyu smelled a strong scent of gossip from the look in the two people's eyes.

Nowadays, are gangsters so gossipy? The tattoo on his neck is a waste...

She pointed at the fruits on the bedside table and said, "Yan Qing went to the bathroom, right? Then please help me...cut all these fruits into small pieces. I want to eat them."

"Ok!"

The man found the tools, washed his hands, and clumsily began to cut the fruit.

"You have to wear disposable gloves..." The person on the bed frowned and stared at his rough hands.

"Oh, yes!" He asked the nurse for sterile disposable gloves and sat down in front of the bed again.

Song Weiyu looked at the fruit plate and frowned, "Your cut is not pretty, I want small squares."

"..."

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When Zhou Qingye received the life-saving calls from four people, Han Guanshan was lying on the sofa catching up on his sleep.

She approached cautiously, looked at the man's muscular body exposed outside his floral shirt, and swallowed nervously, "Brother, brother..."

"roll!"

"There's something wrong with Sister Qi."

"Damn it, say it!"

Zhou Qingye thought about it, not knowing what to say, and stepped back: "Brother, why don't you go and take a look yourself."

The man on the sofa ruffled his hair impatiently, stood up, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and his wild and seductive face was full of aggression.

"Shit! Is she crying and making a fuss? She's such a troublemaker, she won't even let me sleep peacefully."

When Han Guanshan rushed to her room with a rage on his face, his four subordinates were busy with their own things and had no time to pay attention to him.

Zhou Qingye stood at the door and didn't dare to go in. He almost laughed out loud when he saw this scene.