Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Han Guanshan grabbed Song Weiyu's hand and kissed it on his lips, "Baby, I have had many enemies in recent years. If you find someone approaching you intentionally, no matter what he says, don't pay attention to him, understand?"

"Okay, but I want to know, what kind of business are you in?"

Han Guanshan looked at her and smiled. "Didn't I tell you that the entertainment company should promote some celebrities and invest in some movies when it's free?"

Song Weiyu nodded without thinking much.

After all, Han Guanshan is all she has left in this world.

When they arrived at the mall, the completely unfamiliar environment made Song Weiyu feel insecure. She huddled in Han Guanshan's arms, with her injured hand in Han Guanshan's coat pocket, not daring to leave him for a moment.

Her eyes cautiously observed the scenes in the mall that she had never seen before.

The arrogance and domineering attitude of the past was completely gone. She was like a person who stayed in the past and was sent to the future inappropriately, at a loss, confused and cautious.

Han Guanshan's cell phone rang, "Qiqi, I'm going to answer the call, you wait here."

She kept her hand on Han Guanshan's coat pocket, feeling that her only support was about to leave. "No, I don't want you to leave."

Han Guanshan raised his chin to the two bodyguards behind her and said, "Be good, they will protect you. I will be back soon."

"Then hurry up."

Song Weiyu squeezed her little face together, reluctantly let go of her hand, and looked at him eagerly.

Han Guanshan felt so soft-hearted when he saw her like this, but the call was from Southeast Asia and he couldn't let her hear it. If she knew about the business I was doing, she would be in big trouble.

He walked away a little before answering the call, but his eyes were always on Song Weiyu, smiling at her from time to time.

Song Weiyu was feeling bored, so she looked around and saw a store with a decoration that she liked, which was a home living store.

She waved at Han Guanshan from a distance and pointed at the store.

Han Guanshan would have to continue the call for a while, so he nodded and signaled that she could go.

The lifestyle store has a wide variety of merchandise with exquisite workmanship, ranging from small items like aromatherapy bowls and plates to large items like imported carpets.

As soon as she entered, the clerk at the door came towards her with surprise, "Mrs. Fu, you..."

Song Weiyu didn't think he was calling her.

But the bodyguard stopped the clerk two steps ahead and glared at him coldly, "Our lady does not need any service. She will call you again if she needs it."

The clerk brought over two shopping carts and then hurried away.

Song Weiyu rubbed his left ear and asked the bodyguard, "What did she call me just now?"

"Call you Madam."

Just the lady?

Song Weiyu's mood suddenly fell. In a car accident, he lost a finger and became deaf in one ear.

She asked her bodyguard to push the shopping cart. Her depressed mood was soon suppressed by the dazzling array of goods along the way. The workmanship was so good that each item looked like a work of art.

Keep putting her favorite little items into the shopping cart.

He picked up a small stainless steel fruit fork, studied it for a long time, and then muttered in disdain: "What kind of fork is this? It costs 5680 yuan... Is it Poseidon's trident?"

However, the handle is made of enamel filigree and gold wire, which is very elegant.

She hesitated holding the fork, took a few steps and thought, forget it, even though Han Guanshan is rich, he can't waste it like this.

"Wait here for me. I'll take this back."

After saying that, she took a step and walked back, but she was still staring at the small fork in her hand, reluctant to leave, wondering whether to buy it or not!

I didn't see a man walking towards me around the corner of the shelf.

"what!"

She ran straight into the man's chest and stabbed him in the chest with the small fork in her hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't look at the road." She apologized subconsciously and hurriedly.

The man's deep laughter sounded in his ears, "What about attacking me with a small trident?"

After Song Weiyu apologized, he looked up cautiously. In his frightened eyes, he saw a tall man with broad shoulders and long legs.

The man had a smile on his face, his eyes filled with emotions she couldn't understand, and he looked down at her, but at the same time, his eyes were quite aggressive.

She was stunned, her face turned red and her breathing became irregular.

I just felt that this man was very gentle and handsome, and I seemed to have seen him somewhere before.

No one spoke, and everything around them seemed like a silent shadow, with only the two people's tentative gazes pulling at each other.

"Are you stupid? Don't you recognize me?" Fu Haitang frowned and stretched out his hands to her, wanting to hug her.

Song Weiyu stepped back in a hurry, avoiding the clean and slender hand, "What are you doing..."

Before he could finish, his back was pressed against a hard chest, and then the whole person was enveloped by the smell of tobacco, "Mr. Fu, long time no see. I thought the next time we met would be at your funeral."

Han Guanshan smiled down at her and held her in his arms.

"Be good and call someone. Call Mr. Fu."