Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Steal someone?

Song Weiyu was frightened by his inappropriate choice of words and blushed, "I didn't steal anyone!"

"Oh, so how does it feel to be stolen from?"

He smiled and stretched out his hand to touch her face, but was slapped back by the woman, "If you say that again, I'll go back!"

"Tsk-"

"I teased you and you got angry. Why didn't you wear lipstick today?" Fu Haitang turned the steering wheel and drove out of the resort. She still remembered that she went shopping with Han Guanshan yesterday and she deliberately put on lipstick to make her lips pink.

Why am I too lazy to dress up when I get to his place today?

Song Weiyu was not happy, "Huh, haven't you heard that women dress up to please themselves?"

Fu Haitang was secretly unhappy. He glanced at her lips and swallowed. When they reached the highway, he stopped in front of his Bentley and said, "Get down and change cars."

Song Weiyu gave him a helpless look. This jerk was quite particular and a waste of time.

After getting on his passenger seat, Song Weiyu inexplicably felt that the angle of the passenger seat fit her body so well, as if it was specially adjusted for her.

She moved her butt and looked at Fu Haitang.

"My passenger seat has always been at this angle, and no one dares to move." This man seemed to be able to always see through her heart at a glance, which made Song Weiyu feel uncomfortable.

After the man finished speaking, he suddenly leaned over and pressed down on her.

She raised her hand and was about to slap him when Fu Haitang opened the locker next to her and slowly took out a wet towel to wipe his hands.

She withdrew her hand awkwardly, tucked her hair behind her ears, and glanced towards the locker.

There were four or five lipsticks, loose powder, a small bottle of perfume, bracelets and earrings...all women's stuff.

Fu Haitang looked at her and smiled, "My wife's things are always misplaced. She just puts things away and forgets about them. If she can't find them, she will blame me for not keeping them for her. She is so unreasonable."

Song Weiyu withdrew his gaze and twirled his fingers.

He is indeed a vulgar man with no manners and low morals. He has a wife but he still says those words to her.

What I have always liked and what I love to death.

Are you treating her like a mistress?

Song Weiyu slapped the storage box, and said coldly, "Mr. Fu, I came to you today to ask you something. Please give me an answer."

Fu Haitang looked at the storage box that she had smashed to death, and smiled, "Ask."

"If you say Han Guanshan is not my husband, then who is my husband?"

"Want to know?"

Nonsense, Song Weiyu had a sullen face, not knowing where the anger came from, he felt like he was about to explode.

I ignored him angrily.

Fu Haitang's eyes fell on her bitten red lips, and his rough and simple thought was to kiss her.

He turned his eyes away and took out a cigarette box, "Is this your attitude when you ask for help?"

"Fu!" She wanted to sound aggressive, but when she opened her mouth she suddenly realized she didn't know his full name.

Calling him Mr. Fu makes him sound weaker, as if he were his subordinate.

Song Weiyu became even angrier and opened the car door. "Mr. Fu, you have a wife, so don't say those weird things to me. I'm not interested in being a mistress!"

After saying that, he got out of the car.

The man's lazy voice came out, "Why don't you ask who my wife is first?"

Song Weiyu stopped walking, his heart paused, and then began beating wildly. Could it be...

She mechanically turned her head to look at the calm man in the car, "Who is it?"

Fu Haitang nodded at her with the cigarette in his hand, "Come in."

He held a cigarette between his fingers but never lit it. He handed over an invitation and said, "If you don't believe me, why don't you come and see for yourself?"

This invitation looks familiar. It is the one that Han Guanshan held in his hand this morning.

Han Guanshan didn't show it to her at the time and just said that it was a friend's son getting engaged.

Song Weiyu seemed to be holding the key to her memory, not daring to open it, not daring to read the contents, "Is your son getting engaged?"

"Yes, it seems that Han Guanshan has received the invitation?"

Song Weiyu nodded, stroking her fingers on the dark red gold-plated surface, and suddenly remembered what Han Guanshan had told her about leaving the capital the day after tomorrow.

Then I probably can't go to his son's engagement party, so he slowly handed it back, "Take it. If Han Guanshan goes, he will take me with him. If he doesn't want to go, then I can't attend..."

He didn't answer. "Han Guanshan will definitely go, but he won't take you with him."

Looking at Fu Haitang's determined expression, Song Weiyu frowned, "Why?"

"Because he doesn't want you to remember the real memory, so you can come by yourself and see it with your own eyes."

The gold-embossed invitation had a retro feel, and Song Weiyu slowly opened it.

The content was simple and clear, but the man's name shocked her, "Mr. Fu, your last name is Fu, why is your son's last name... Song?"