Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

That was the day she took Song Song away from him, and it was also the day that left the scar on his face.

She nervously entered the time, and sure enough, the phone made a short unlocking sound.

On the sofa, the man closed his eyes and sneered, "You are quite self-aware."

The softness in her heart when she saw the wallpaper was gradually replaced by coldness.

Did he use this as a code to remind himself to never forget what it felt like to be abandoned and killed?

When her mind was in a mess, she suddenly remembered the purpose of her coming here.

She didn't know how Fu Haitang was doing these past two days. She really had no time to care about Han Guanshan's thoughts. In other words, she didn't care what Han Guanshan thought.

Even if it makes things difficult for her, as long as I can give her the antidote, it's fine.

When she studied the phone, she found that Han Guanshan didn't even have WeChat, only a few overseas apps.

She grabbed the phone and looked at it again and again. Although she couldn't see anything else, she subconsciously felt that no matter what method she used to contact Fu Haitang, Han Guanshan would know.

Instead of doing it sneakily, it’s better to attack openly.

But, should I call Chen Fang or Fu Haitang?

She and Fu Haitang are divorced.

The relationship between him and Chen Fang is that they are enemies and he abandoned them as a token of his allegiance.

For a moment, Song Weiyu suddenly felt that she was stuck in a logical dead end. After a little comparison, she wanted to call Fu Haitang more and let him know that she was safe.

Han Guanshan was still dozing off.

She didn't hide it and called directly.

"Hey."

Fu Haitang's steady and magnetic voice scratched her eardrum, making her eyes turn red instantly.

I couldn't help it at all, and my voice was choked with sobs, "Fu Haitang, it's me..."

"I know. Does your body hurt? Did you eat well? Did he make things difficult for you?"

His voice was unusually hoarse, he must have not slept all night.

Song Weiyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed the quilt to cover his head, his sobbing voice was muffled by the quilt.

She covered her mouth and cried and sobbed: "I really miss you. Did you sleep well at night? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Fu Haitang didn't say anything.

He always believes that no matter how nice the words sound, if he does not have the ability to do them, then everything is just empty talk and in vain.

For example, he is now a useless person, what qualifications does he have to say those words of concern to her? If it were in the past, he would have arranged everything and said, "Just wait for me, I'll be there soon and take you away."

But now, his mental condition was so poor that he even had difficulty planning a simple assassination of Han Guanshan.

Fu Haitang clenched his hands, listened to her sobbing, and said in a hoarse voice: "Chen Fang is with me. Do you miss him? I'll give him my phone."

"no no!"

Song Weiyu's chest felt stuffy and anxious, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "I have something else to tell you."

"Then you speak, I'm listening."

Fu Haitang stood up, took his cell phone and left Chen Fang, and walked to the office window.

Out of selfish motives, he wanted to push her to Chen Fang, but he also wanted to talk to her for a while longer.

"Hubby, you need to sleep well and live a good life. If you feel really uncomfortable at night, let Li He give you a sedative. Don't endure it, and don't hurt yourself again... Okay?"

"it is good."

"Hubby, don't worry about me. He won't do anything to me. You have to take care of yourself, okay?"

Outside the quilt, Han Guanshan got up from the sofa and walked closer step by step.

The corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and he reached out to pull away her quilt.

The warmth suddenly disappeared, and the sudden cold air gave Song Weiyu goose bumps. She looked at Han Guanshan intently.

Han Guanshan smiled meaningfully and stretched out his hand, "Give me the phone."

“I haven’t finished yet…”

He looked very kind, "Tsk, eat with me first, and then I'll let you play after dinner."

Song Weiyu suddenly became alert, "No, I can't eat at the same table with you!"

Seeing her watery eyes suddenly reveal disgust, Han Guanshan hid his smile and pinched her wrist.

Song Weiyu felt the pain but held back from crying out, fearing that Fu Haitang would hear it and feel distressed.

The pain was so severe that he lost his strength and the phone fell into Han Guanshan's hands.

He looked at it and saw that the call was still going on, so he turned on the speaker in an unpleasant way.

"Mr. Fu, I didn't expect you to be smart enough to answer the phone? If it were an ordinary person, he would have been unable to take care of himself at this stage..."

Fu Haitang said sternly, "Don't worry, I'll hold on until the day you die, no problem."

"Haha, what are you holding on to? The three cuts you made when you committed suicide? Or your addiction to living a life worse than death at night?"

Han Guanshan said this while looking at Song Weiyu.

After saying that, he reached out and touched Song Weiyu's shocked face.

After hanging up the phone, he leaned closer to Song Weiyu and looked at the disbelief and panic in her eyes with satisfaction.

Their eyes met, and Han Guanshan patted her face, "Why are you so stupid?"

"What... suicide did you say? Who committed suicide?"