Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Han Guanshan, where are my clothes?" she asked confusedly.

"In the cloakroom. I'll take you there."

Han Guanshan took her hand and walked to the next room. Sure enough, there were a lot of clothes, jewelry, and accessories for all seasons...

But, they all look new.

She frowned suddenly, and somehow became picky. "This dress is a bit harsh on the skin, the waist is too thick, the color is too exaggerated... The shoe is pressing on my feet, and the heel angle is not right?"

Blah blah, after commenting one by one, Song Weiyu wondered why he was so pretentious!

She is obviously not a picky person.

Besides, the clothes in her closet are very high-end, why is she so picky?

Could it be that she has been spoiled by Han Guanshan over the years?

Even if you lose your memory, you still remember your picky nature?

Han Guanshan watched her switch back and forth with a coquettish look on her face, and smiled, "Okay, then don't take these anymore. I'll take you to buy new ones today."

Song Weiyu casually put on a white cashmere coat and went to look in the mirror.

Even without makeup, her face still looked a little sick. She found a reddish-brown lipstick from the dressing table and put it on, then patted herself in the mirror with satisfaction.

Han Guanshan stretched out his hand towards her, "Oh, you are so beautiful, come here and let me see you."

Song Weiyu ran over with a smile, hugged his arm, and pouted at him, "Look, what color is this!"

The two walked out while talking together.

Han Guanshan lowered his head and studied her lips carefully, then gave a serious answer, "Pink."

"What powder?"

"..."

Pink is pink, what else is pink?

Han Guanshan licked his cheek, opened the car door for her, helped her in, and then got in the car himself, "Well... it's a very nice pink."

"You're perfunctory with me!"

"..."

Han Guanshan took a deep breath and rash his hair, thinking through all the words in his mind, but he really didn't understand what kind of fans there were in this world!

The problem is, in all his years, he has never studied women's lipstick.

He drove with one hand and played with her fingers with the other, and said carefully, "Light pink?"

Song Weiyu pulled back his fingers, obviously dissatisfied with the answer, "Han Guanshan, you don't care about me at all, humph."

The woman looked out the window angrily.

Han Guanshan laughed helplessly, turned the steering wheel, and muttered to himself, are other men also responsible for guessing their wives' lipstick color?

If you can't guess, it means you don't care about her?

It seems that being a husband is not an easy thing.

But after a while, Song Weiyu no longer had the heart to bother Han Guanshan. She was stunned by the streets of Beijing in front of her...

"Wow...these buildings are so beautiful, and the roads are so wide?"

She leaned against the car window, staring in amazement with her bright eyes.

Soon, the car drove past the gate of Fu's house.

Song Weiyu looked at the black tiles and red walls, the closed door, and the two words "Fu's House" hanging high, and was distracted for a moment.

For no apparent reason, my heart suddenly felt a tightness in my chest, as if it had been pricked by a needle.

Han Guanshan glanced at her. He deliberately took her to walk along this street today to see her reaction.

Fortunately, Song Weiyu was just looking at this quaint Chinese building curiously and did not show anything unusual.

At this moment, the door of the house slowly opened, and a silver-top Bentley drove out, pressing down the shadows of the trees on the ground.

She turned her head and followed the Bentley, but the distance gradually became farther and farther, so far that she could not see the driver's face clearly, and could only vaguely see a dark gray coat.

Han Guanshan's eyes darkened, and he suddenly sped away, turning her head over and saying, "It's not good to stare at another man in front of your husband."

Hearing the word "husband", Song Weiyu blushed and subconsciously avoided his hand.

After calming down, he immediately realized that Han Guanshan clearly didn't see the owner of the Bentley, so why did he know that it was a man?

Could it be that you know each other?

Fu’s House…Is that man’s surname Fu?

She glanced at the street behind her through the rearview mirror. Even though it was not very close, the silver-top Bentley was still very eye-catching on the street, and her thoughts unconsciously wandered.

Song Weiyu shook her head and realized that she was thinking too much. Why was she thinking about someone who had nothing to do with her?

We were just passers-by who happened to meet on the street. We passed each other and had no interaction.