Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

One of them sat in front of the bed and massaged her legs.

One of them used his mobile phone to project the screen to her and play "The Legend of Zhen Huan", fast-forwarding and rewinding it from time to time.

One of them was watching a Michelin teaching video and cutting a fruit plate for her. There was a little rabbit shape on the white porcelain plate.

One of them was wiping the table with a huff, and she said that the rag should be scented.

……

Han Guanshan looked at the huge room, where the four men were arranged clearly.

He licked his cheek with the tip of his tongue. Really good.

Song Weiyu hadn't seen him yet, and was eating happily with a small fork, and occasionally praised him: "Is this really your first time cutting a fruit plate? You are so good, you cut it so beautifully..."

"Hehe, it's not that great." The man cutting the fruit plate worked harder, "I'll make you a little swan!"

"Wow, really..." Song Weiyu stared with sparkling eyes, a look of admiration on his face.

Zhou Qingye rolled his eyes, didn't want to watch, and hid outside the door.

He knew that the boss was going to get angry.

Han Guanshan walked a few more steps into the room, and the little man on the bed saw him and ignored his dark blue face.

She took her eyes away from the TV and glanced at him: "Are you here? You should also be busy. My hand hurts. Come and feed me some fruit."

Han Guanshan wanted to get angry, but according to his temper, it would be more than just getting angry. He would at least cut off her tongue.

But when I saw her curled up in the big bed, her thin body taking up only a small space and her mouth chewing non-stop, I suddenly felt soft-hearted.

The words that couldn't be spoken turned into clenched fists, and the half of the forearm exposed outside the shirt arched its strong muscles.

Song Weiyu thought he was going to hit someone!

Suddenly remembering something, he raised his right hand.

The Buddhist beads bracelet was a little big for her and had already slipped down to her elbow. She bit the small fork and rolled up the wide sleeves of her hospital gown.

He waved his arm at Han Guanshan, "What is this?"

In fact, she had already guessed what it was, because the Buddhist beads had a very good luster and it was obvious that they had been held in the hand for a long time. They must have been carried with him.

She did this just to let the other four see it so that she wouldn't be embarrassed by her subordinates again.

"It's nothing, just a worthless little thing." The man's fist slowly loosened again.

"Then I threw it away!"

She becomes radiant when she sees a bit of sunshine, and reaches out to pick it. She looks like she really wants to throw it away.

Han Guanshan frowned slightly, his heart tightened with her movements, his thin lips opened slightly, and then closed again.

He has no conscience and never takes his things seriously.

Gu Yanqing looked back and immediately shouted, "Please don't throw it away. This is the Buddhist beads that our eldest brother has carried for more than ten years. He never leaves it. It can save his life!"

She paused and looked at Han Guanshan.

"You talk too much, get out."

Han Guanshan was obviously impatient. Under his dark-patterned black shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned, his overly strong muscles were tense, revealing a bit of hostility.

The door was closed gently, and Song Weiyu began to feel uneasy.

"If you don't want it, just throw it away." The man's smoky voice was heavy with oppression, which made her heart tremble.

I want to throw it away, but I don’t dare.

She held it in her hand, lowered her head and muttered, "Why are you giving it back to me if it can save my life?"

He himself was living a precarious life, yet he placed the hope that could save his life on her hand with his own hands.

This means that there is a great chance that her request for the antidote for Fu Haitang will be successful.

Han Guanshan was silent. He had not been to school for many years, and all the knowledge he had learned was taught to him by her after class at school.

With a low level of education, he really didn’t know what to say to express... this kind of feeling, of being in great pain but also full of hatred.

He didn't know that at this moment the woman was only thinking about how to get the antidote to save another man.

Han Guanshan looked at her profile and was absent-minded for a moment.

In his hazy eyes, he wanted to forget the memories that were engraved in his bones.

The two walked hand in hand through every street in the suburbs of Beijing. At dusk, she sat on his shoulders and was lifted high, looking at the mountains in the distance.

She said, "Brother, I got the first place in the school again this time. Please accompany me to the graduation ceremony."

He said: "I... still won't go, so as not to embarrass you."

She said: "Embarrassing? You are the most awesome little brother in the world, I show you off to others every day, how can I be embarrassed..."

He said, "Our Xixi is pretty and good at studying. Will she abandon me after she goes to college?"

She said, "I want you all my life! No one else is more important than you."

……

It has been a long time since I felt such a heart-wrenching pain. Han Guanshan raised the corner of his mouth in a mocking arc and sneered at himself.

I thought that after all these years in Southeast Asia, my bones would be soaked in blood and I would have forgotten what pain felt like.

But the person on the bed seemed to be right beside his heart. Every frown, smile, and move of hers could make him uncomfortable.

It's not only love, it's also a cancer.

It’s a pity that this cancer has grown up with him since he was a child. Over time, it has become deeply rooted and has long been inseparable from his heart.

Song Weiyu took the initiative to put on the Buddhist beads again.

The man felt relieved and his expression eased a little.

Song Weiyu naturally caught the change in his eyes and took the opportunity to say, "Can you give me a cell phone? I'm bored."