Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu glanced at the bathroom door and asked hurriedly, "Is he okay?"

Chen Fang concealed the fact that Fu Haitang was preparing to take a gamble and undergo surgery.

"Same old, not too hard."

"Then please help me tell him when I go back this time that I will definitely bring back the antidote and ask him to wait for me obediently."

"……it is good."

After washing their hands, the two walked out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened.

Han Guanshan looked at her with a playful smile. Her heart tightened and she rolled her eyes at him.

I always feel that Han Guanshan is not so easy to fool.

-

Chen Fang talked to Han Guanshan about some nightlife matters, and mentioned in passing that the capital has been cracking down strictly recently, making certain transactions difficult to conduct, especially bringing goods in and out of the country.

He is now selling a large volume of goods and doesn't have much on hand.

Han Guanshan nodded. "Yes, it is difficult to enter and exit the country normally, but..."

The man smiled meaningfully, "It's good to lean on a big tree for shade, Chen Fang, you have the big tree of Fu's behind you. Let them help you transport a few hundred kilograms of goods, and they will definitely not be discovered."

Chen Fang's deep brows revealed no emotion.

It seemed like he had expected this.

"There is no Fu family behind me. Since I started working in the nightclub, the Fu family has nothing to do with me. Even the whole capital knows that Fu Haitang and I are incompatible."

"hehe."

Han Guanshan laughed dryly twice.

He kindly reminded, "Broken bones are connected by tendons, and blood is thicker than water, Chen Fang. Do I need to remind you? The second son of the Fu family... that's your son."

Chen Fang gritted his teeth, tightened his jaw, and raised his eyes gloomily, "Master Han, the rules of our business are that you can't involve your wife and children at any time. The second son is the second son of the Fu family, and he has nothing to do with me."

Han Guanshan opened the cigarette box, tapped a cigarette into his palm, and glanced at him as he lit it.

After smoking half a cigarette, he spoke, "Chen Fang, you now have my Jingnan and Jingxi in your hands, and you also hold half of Jingbei. Why should I trust you?"

In the smoke, the man laughed wildly and evilly.

"Ask your son to personally escort the goods for me. It doesn't have to be much, just enough to be sentenced to death. When I return to Southeast Asia, I will hand over all the underground goods in Beijing to you."

Song Weiyu seemed to hear the word "son" and looked over from the bed.

Chen Fang looked back at her from a distance.

He still remembered that after the Shao family ceremony, because he suppressed the fact that Wen Ying was Song Jingming's fiancée, Song Weiyu poked him in the heart and said, "Never involve Song Jingming..."

I am sorry.

From the very beginning, Song Jingming was already in his bureau.

When was the earliest time? Perhaps when his playmates of the same age were learning piano and horse riding, he secretly took Song Jingming to the shooting range to practice gun, shooting, Sanda, and actual combat.

Perhaps he had expected this day to come.

Chen Fang smiled at Song Weiyu with a bitter look in his eyes.

Turning back to look at Han Guanshan, "Okay. But you must conceal Song Jingming's identity, because this involves his marriage."

"Oh, it depends on your performance. But as long as you let your son personally escort this shipment of goods for me, after the deal is done, everyone in the capital will be named Chen."

Chen Fang sneered.

He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a custard bun. "Song Song's favorite breakfast, just like his mother, like a child."

Han Guanshan sneered and watched Chen Fang put the custard bun into his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it.

He narrowed his eyes and his voice instantly became hoarse.

He put his arm on the table, lowered his back and glared at her, "If you dare to let Song Song touch these dirty things, you can forget about your son's life."

"To each other, to each other."

-

In the middle of the night, Han Guanshan went to the private hospital in front of the resort again.

In the closed office, a man's gloomy voice came, "What do you think of the feasibility of what I said?"

The doctor said with some trepidation, "There is no way to get a precise time period. The idea you proposed is not feasible with current medical technology."

A moment of silence.

The man refused to give up. "No matter how effective the surgery is, the patient's safety will not be compromised, right?"

"Yes, but if it is not done properly, intelligence may decline, but the impact is not significant."

"Um……"

The man stood up, his tall figure pulled by the light, "Get ready first, although, it's usually not needed."

Meanwhile, in the shadows of the resort stairs.

Zhao Han looked at Han Guanshan, a man who had always been casual about details. He opened the door very carefully, for fear of making a noise and disturbing the sleeping woman inside.

He stared at the door with hateful eyes and made a phone call to complain.

"Sister! Master Han has another woman in the capital! Master Han wants to drive me back to Southeast Asia for her, and even! He sent someone to chop off four of my fingers!"

"what!"

Zhao Yiyi also heard from her informants these days that Han Guanshan kept a woman in the resort in Beijing.

In the past, he often had other women. After all, she didn't expect to be able to tie down such an unstable man.

But the informant said that this woman was kept in Mr. Han’s villa and slept in Mr. Han’s bedroom.

There are dozens of villas in the resort, and the one in the middle is where Han Guanshan lives. She rarely gets to go in.

"Sister, this woman scratched my face and disfigured me! My life is ruined! I want to make her life worse than death. I want to scratch her face completely!"

"Okay, wait for me. I'm going to the capital tomorrow."