Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu quickly turned her head and missed. He leaned on her shoulder, took a deep breath and swallowed.

"I'll choose the first one and won't let him touch it. But you're not allowed to check it either!"

Fu Haitang held her to his chest and laughed softly, "Okay, no need to check."

The man's restrained laughter shook her ears, making her heart confused.

She hurriedly pushed him away, "Get up, I won't let you hold me."

This time he didn't play tricks and let her go, but his eyes fell on her temples. He looked at the long wound on the side of her face with heartache, which would definitely leave a scar.

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed it, lightly touching the wound.

"Don't hurt yourself for anyone else. I will be really sad, understand?"

Song Weiyu dug his nails deep into his palms, thump, thump, listening to his own chaotic heartbeat, and nodded randomly.

This man is really strange.

Sometimes he is serious and scary, sometimes he is like a gangster, and now he is very annoying.

Fu Haitang handed her a cell phone and said, "Keep it, don't let Han Guanshan know. I've saved the number, you can use it to contact me."

Song Weiyu took the small mobile phone and nodded obediently, "Thank you."

Fu Haitang kept laughing. The woman in front of him was very obedient and easy to trick. She could be taken away in one bite.

But I can't force it now since I haven't gained her trust.

"Go out, remember what you promised me, don't give him..."

Before he could finish his words, Song Weiyu covered his mouth with his hand, blocking his last word, and said angrily, "Stop talking, I promised you."

Fu Haitang kissed her palm.

Song Weiyu was completely speechless by his shameless evil deeds. He was about to go out angrily, only to find that he had not changed his clothes yet.

"Get out! I need to change my clothes!"

The man leaned against the door of the dressing room, spread his hands and said helplessly: "No, what if I run into Han Guanshan when I go out? You go first, and I'll go later."

"But how can I change clothes if you are here?"

"You change yours, I don't mind." He raised his chin at the slim-fitting, hip-hugging long skirt that Song Weiyu was wearing when she came.

“…obscene.”

Song Weiyu forced him to turn around, and threatened him for a long time not to turn around, then he quickly changed his clothes.

Listening to the rustling sounds of people changing clothes behind her, Fu Haitang felt itchy in her heart, but she still held back and did not move. It would be troublesome if she really mistook him for a hooligan.

Song Weiyu changed her clothes, turned around and rushed out without saying a word. After she took two steps, she could hear a man's suppressed laughter behind her.

He pulled Han Guanshan and walked out of the mall.

In the store, Fu Haitang calmly walked out of the fitting room and glanced at the clerk standing next to the door.

"Pack all these clothes and send them to the resort in the suburbs of northern Beijing at noon tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Fu, and thank you, madam~" The sales performance for the month was stable, and the clerk quickly started packing.

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At dinner, Song Weiyu stared at the sweet and sour pork ribs on the table, picked up one and put it in his mouth.

I have no taste for food because something is on my mind.

She thought about it and didn't know how to ask. After all, asking this question would show that she didn't trust Han Guanshan.

Han Guanshan noticed her absent-mindedness and stretched out his hand to her, "Come here, why are you eating so little?"

She walked over obediently, sat on the man's lap, and swung her legs, "I want to see a photo of my son."

If he hadn't met Fu Haitang today, Han Guanshan would have shown it to her. But it definitely wouldn't work now, because it would be exposed immediately, because Song Song looked so much like his biological father.

However, it was possible when I was a child.

He asked Zhou Qingye to bring the photo in his office.

The photo was restored later and is very clear. It was taken when she was holding Song Song just after feeding her. The woman smiled at the little girl in her arms, and the photo captured the peaceful life.

Somewhere in Song Weiyu's heart suddenly jumped.

She smiled gently, "Is this my son?"

"Yes, it's Song Song, and the full name is Lian Song."

Song Weiyu muttered in his heart, Han Liansong? The name is quite interesting...

However, she still remembered what Fu Haitang had said and wanted to ask something else, "Han Guanshan, I want to see the photos and videos of our wedding, maybe I can remember something."

Han Guanshan calmly picked up some food for her and said, "Those things are all abroad. I'll show them to you when we return to our real home in a couple of days."

Real home?

foreign?

Song Weiyu held the photo, a little flustered, "What does it mean?"