Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

In the morning, Song Weiyu was lying on the bed receiving an infusion.

She was so bored that she played games with Han Guanshan's phone in hand and one finger raised. After failing in the fifth solo, she threw the phone away and stared at the ceiling.

My thoughts are flying.

Logically speaking, Han Guanshan should be very busy after returning to China.

The nightlife scene in the entire capital is so huge, he should inspect every area.

But unfortunately, I have been staying in the villa with her. Except for scolding her a few times on the first day, I have been looking at her eyes and suffering from her anger after she fainted.

Han Guanshan came out of the kitchenette, glanced at the mobile phone she had thrown on the other side of the bed, and handed her a plate of picked and washed green grapes.

Laughing, "You can't beat others, so you just take it out on your phone? What a waste."

"Humph, they've recharged!"

"Then you can charge it too."

Song Weiyu rolled her eyes and threw grapes into her mouth, "I don't know your bank card password."

"Your birthday."

"..."

After swallowing the green grapes, a red blush appeared under the eyes.

She lowered her head to look at the crystal clear green beads on the plate, her eyelashes fluttering, "That's what you told me last time, I've thought about it..."

Han Guanshan stood in front of the bed, watching her hesitating, neither anxious nor urging her, waiting for her to say it herself.

But my heart couldn't help but pounding. No matter how big the scene was, it was not as serious as the eyes of the person on the bed who had no attack power but was holding people's vitals.

"I……"

There was a knock on the door.

Han Guanshan made an impatient "tsk" sound, his eyes looking as if they could shoot through the solid wooden door, "Just keep talking, don't worry about what's going on outside."

Gu Yanqing's cautious voice came in, "Master Han, Sister Zhao is here, she's at the door."

Song Weiyu pinched a grape, opened his mouth slightly, and then closed it tightly.

But there were strange waves rolling in my heart.

I scolded myself: Song Weiyu, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you for 20 years, why do you have such a strong possessiveness? Even if someone has been good to you since childhood, it doesn't mean that they have to treat you only now, right?

He is not Chen Fang.

He said calmly: "You go and do your work first. After all, Mr. Han, all the women from Southeast Asia have come to you. It doesn't seem right for you to stay in my room."

Han Guanshan was amused when he heard her sarcastic remarks.

He reached out to rescue the green grapes pinched between her fingers and threw them into his mouth. "This is my bedroom. No one else has ever lived here except me."

Song Weiyu raised her chin, her neck slender, and she was as proud as a swan. "Then do I have to move out quickly?"

"Yes, of course I have to move out. My sister-in-law has come back from Southeast Asia to stake her claim."

She threw back the quilt and walked out holding the pillow.

The man smiled and lifted her back to the bed. He pressed his big hand on her head and said, "Stay here. The bedroom is mine, but the whole resort is yours."

Song Weiyu was stunned, still holding the pillow and staring at him blankly.

"What's the meaning?"

Han Guanshan put on his coat and walked out while buttoning it up. "It's nothing special."

The bedroom door was opened, and Song Weiyu stretched his head on the bed and looked outside, wanting to see what Zhao Yiyi looked like.

I didn't see anything, but I heard the woman's gentle voice, "You won't blame me for coming here uninvited, will you?"

"No, you came at the right time."

Han Guanshan smiled and raised his eyebrows, without closing the bedroom door.

Zhao Yiyi took out a cigarette from the pocket of his gray home clothes, and just as he put it in his mouth, he immediately lit up his lighter.

The man lowered his brows slightly and lit a cigarette with her help.

His hair was unkempt, lazily scattered above his brow bone, matching the man's wild and charming facial features. The attachment in Zhao Yiyi's eyes was not concealed at all.

It was the first time she saw Han Guanshan in home clothes.

Usually, he would wear either trousers and a floral shirt, combat uniform, or a black T-shirt.

Even in bed, he has never been so approachable.

"Mr. Han, have you missed me these days?" Zhao Yiyi climbed onto the man's muscular arms with both hands, smiled understandingly, and tried to enter the room.

Han Guanshan didn't move and glanced at the two hands on his arms.

"Of course I do. I can't sleep at night because I miss you so much."

The careless voice passed through the open bedroom door and reached the woman's pricked ears on the bed without reservation.

Song Weiyu felt nauseous.

But she knew that Han Guanshan was never hers from the beginning to the end, so there was no need for her to protect him out of a morbid possessiveness.

This feeling of discomfort should not exist, because she knew better than anyone that she had never loved Han Guanshan.

Outside the door, Zhao Yiyi's faint laughter could be heard. "You are so bad. What nonsense are you talking about in front of your subordinates?"

The man laughed twice.

Song Weiyu's eyes gradually turned cold. She stood up, put on her slippers, tucked her long hair behind her ears, and walked slowly towards the door.