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Song Weiyu clenched his hands suddenly and felt a pause in his heart.

If she really took out the recording, Han Guanshan would definitely be angry after listening to it, and then wouldn't his plan fail?

The man noticed the tiny movement. An unnoticed disappointment flashed across his eyes. He reached out his hand and said, "Record."

Zhao Yiyi hurriedly handed over the phone.

Han Guanshan put his finger on the stop play button, smiled faintly, and glanced at Song Weiyu.

Then, in front of everyone, he effortlessly broke the phone with his two hands and threw it into the fountain pool nearby.

Song Weiyu never expected him to do this. The usual coldness on her face seemed to be pierced by the man's actions just now. She lowered her eyebrows and her heart was pounding.

Zhao Yiyi opened her mouth wide, a look of complete incomprehension.

"Master Han! Why do you defend her so much? She has betrayed you more than once and even hurt you. Why do you tolerate her so much?"

Han Guanshan raised his eyes lazily, and his usually wild and charming facial features revealed a rare helplessness and self-mockery.

"Ask me, I fucking want to know too."

The men didn't dare to speak. They stood in place as if in line, and their breathing was slow and careful.

Han Guanshan rubbed the long hair of the person in his arms, glanced at her with a frightening look, and ordered in a slightly hoarse voice, "Call me sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law!"

The sound of rushing together.

This was the first time that Han Guanshan acknowledged a woman.

Song Weiyu glanced at him calmly, then turned and walked towards the car, "I don't care."

Han Guanshan smiled, waved his hands to disperse his men, turned around and followed her closely, ignoring her struggles and picked her up directly, "You don't care, but I do."

He opened the car door, put the person in the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt.

He got into the car, not bothering to fasten his seat belt, and drove to the resort with one hand on the steering wheel.

Song Weiyu sat quietly in his seat. After tossing and turning for a long time, he felt a little exhausted.

But today's ultimate goal has not been achieved yet, so she asked fearlessly, "If I really escape today, are you going to take people to deal with Fu Haitang?"

"Baby, it's enough to know it in your heart, why say it out loud..." He grabbed Song Weiyu's hand and held it in his palm to play with it.

Song Weiyu let him hold her hand, "I promised you that I would not leave. But from today on, if anything happens to Fu Haitang, I will blame it on you."

Han Guanshan was in a good mood now. He turned the steering wheel with one hand and smiled evilly.

"If someone else does something to him, you'll blame it on me? Honey, are you so unreasonable?"

Song Weiyu said shamelessly, "Yes. No matter who it is, as long as Fu Haitang gets into trouble, I will blame you."

Han Guanshan frowned and clicked his tongue impatiently...

His voice deepened, "Also, while I'm in a good mood, tell me your request all at once."

"Give me the antidote! Now, immediately, right away."

Han Guanshan turned his head and looked at her serious expression. He couldn't help laughing and stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, "Oh, what a promising..."

He pulled a piece of paper out of his coat pocket and threw it casually on her lap.

Song Weiyu quickly opened it and although he couldn't understand the various symbols and formulas on it, his eyes lit up, "You're not lying to me!"

"I would never lie to anyone but you. Do you think I'm Chen Fang?" The man's face turned sharply and he sneered with disdain.

Song Weiyu frowned and gave him a fierce look.

"Don't say bad things about Chen Fang in front of me! No one is allowed to do that! You are even less worthy..." She put the paper away and looked out the window angrily.

Han Guanshan looked over and saw a stubborn back of the head facing him.

He was so happy that he rubbed her hair, "Okay, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. Your Chen Fang is the best in the world, okay."

"He is the best in the world!"

"Oh, silly girl."

Girl? Song Weiyu clenched her palms when she heard this title. Maybe in Han Guanshan's eyes, she has always been that little girl.

Han Guanshan drove slowly, held her hand in his palm, and gently stroked it, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

"Mr. Han, who can fly a fighter jet, can also cook?" she teased with disdain.

"As long as I want, I can cook sweet and sour spareribs for you no matter what I cook."

Song Weiyu felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart. He bit his lips and felt the pain.

After agreeing with Chen Fang, there was only one day left.

Soon, she could leave.