Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"We now live in Southeast Asia all year round. This time we came back to Beijing just to pay respect to my mother. After that we will go back to Southeast Asia."

Song Weiyu didn't know whether what he said was true or not.

However, she subconsciously did not want to leave the capital. Although she had lost her memory, the capital was where she had lived for decades and she had feelings for it.

"So when are you going to take me away?"

"The day after tomorrow."

Han Guanshan really didn't dare to stay any longer. After meeting Fu Haitang today, he was in a completely different state than before. I'm afraid...

In the middle of the night, Song Weiyu tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Seeing Han Guanshan sleeping on the sofa, she pulled out the mobile phone that Fu Haitang had given her from under her pillow.

There was only one number in it.

She hid herself in the quilt and sent a text message, "Director Fu, are you asleep?"

And he is quite polite.

[How dare you send me a message at this time? Han Guanshan didn't notice it? 】

She poked her eyes out from under the quilt and glanced at the man on the sofa, "He's asleep."

Asleep, Fu Haitang squinted, [So, you two sleep in the same room? ]

"Hmm. Mr. Fu, let's make it short. Can we meet? I have something to ask you."

But she didn't know what words had offended him, and for a long time, the man didn't reply to her.

She angrily stuffed her phone into the crack of the mattress and cursed Fu Haitang over and over again, "You're a hooligan, a worthless man, a stinky man. Apart from that face, you have no merits at all!"

The man's gentle yet evil smile kept flashing through her mind, and she fell into a daze and slept until noon the next day.

When he woke up, Han Guanshan had a piece of red cardboard in his hand.

Before she opened her eyes completely, her hair was tangled and her face was hazy, she asked anxiously, "What is this?"

Han Guanshan put the invitation on the table and said, "Nothing special. It's just an invitation from a friend's son who is getting engaged."

He stood up, put his hands through Song Weiyu's arms, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, "Take a shower, and eat later. You can play at home by yourself today, I have to go out."

Thinking about whether the tasteless man on the phone had replied, she ate her meal very quickly.

She ate whatever Han Guanshan added to her meals.

Han Guanshan was delighted. "So well behaved? Keep it up and I will raise you into a piglet as soon as possible."

Song Weiyu glared at him and said, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to eat food in Beijing in the future. I can't get used to the taste of Southeast Asia."

Han Guanshan saw that she didn't want to leave, so he pressed her head and said, "I'll bring you a chef from the capital. There's no room for negotiation. Just be obedient."

Song Weiyu felt a lump in her chest. She wanted to refute but didn't have the confidence. In front of Han Guanshan now, she could never speak freely.

Watching the man walk away with his coat.

I lay on the bed in a depressed mood and took out my cell phone, but it was blank, which made me even angrier!

She turned over, looked up at the ceiling, her nose felt sore, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.

The car accident was a nightmare. When she woke up, her mother was gone, her school was gone, her home was gone, and the only brother who stayed with her was full of doubts.

Ever since her heart woke up, it has been floating in the air, and no one can give her peace of mind.

As I was sobbing and feeling wronged, my cell phone lit up.

She wiped her tears and looked at him, [Change clothes and come out.]

It's easy to say, but how could she go out? Han Guanshan always sent people to follow her to protect her safety, and she had no right to go out on her own.

Just as I was about to reply to the text message, there was a knock on the door.

The voice of the bodyguard at the door came, "Madam, the people from the mall are here to deliver clothes."

Song Weiyu's eyes rolled around, he hid his phone and ran out immediately.

Three people from the mall came and packed her clothes in exquisite boxes, which were extremely complicated.

She took the initiative to open the cloakroom and invited people in. "Take out the clothes and hang them up for me."

The clerk smiled and winked at her, "We now provide clothing sorting services. Madam, your cloakroom is so big, it must be tiring to take care of it by yourself, right?"

Song Weiyu nodded, "Thank you very much, how long will it take to reorganize everything?"

"Three hours."

Song Weiyu smiled at the bodyguard at the door and said, "I'll watch them sort it out here. You guys wait for my instructions at the door."

The bodyguard nodded.

After closing the door, Song Weiyu looked at the three shop assistants expectantly, "Boss Fu asked you to come, right? How is he going to smuggle me out?"

The clerk politely took out a set of work clothes and handed it to her, "Mrs. Fu..., please change into them."

She changed her clothes, put on a mask, found a box to pack some clothes, and went out with it, shouting, "Thank you, Madam, for giving me these clothes. I'll take them to the car first."

The bodyguard arrogantly didn't even look at her.

When we got downstairs, the car the clerk drove when he came was parked there.

She lowered her head and rushed over. After sitting firmly in the passenger seat, she whispered, "Hurry up, let's go see Director Fu. I only have three hours."

"So anxious? You miss him after just one night of not seeing him?" The man smiled deeply and she looked over with a dumbfounded look on her face.

Fu Haitang raised an eyebrow at her leisurely, "How does it feel to be a stalker?"