Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Why were there clothes on the roof? She put her phone back into her pocket and walked over with doubts.

It turned out to be a black suit.

But there was a lot of blood and an army green dagger near the black suit.

When the cold wind blew, Song Weiyu pulled his coat closer and looked up at the sky. It was covered with dark clouds and he was afraid that it was going to snow.

She squatted beside the suit, studying the clothes and the dagger.

Even though there was a layer of dust on the clothes, it was not difficult to see the original exquisite workmanship. From the perspective of tailoring, the man had a good figure.

Her eyes slid along the collar of the suit to the cuffs, and the more she looked, the more familiar it seemed.

This sense of familiarity was not groundless; it seemed to be naturally present in her flesh and blood, spreading throughout her body from the inside out.

She couldn't help but pick up the black suit that had been neglected for a long time, held it in front of her eyes with both hands, and a string in her heart trembled. This was like an opportunity, shaking the sealed memories in her heart.

So Song Weiyu clearly realized that this black suit was different for her.

Whose could it be?

Han Guanshan never wears a suit, could it be Fu Haitang's?

Why is there a dagger? The dagger is so exquisite that it is obviously a professional military product.

Would a wealthy CEO like Fu Haitang use a saber?

Doubts grew, so she took them back to the room, soaked the suit in cold water, and scrubbed it bit by bit.

Watching the blood mixed with foam swirl into the sewer.

She was in a daze, and she put her hand on the sink to steady herself. A confusing sentence popped up in her mind.

"Why do you always wear a black suit and black shirt?"

"Because blood doesn't show up on black, you won't be scared."

……

She fainted beside the sink and didn't know how long it took for her to wake up again.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a man dozing on a chair. The man hugged his chest and lowered his head. The muscular arms stretched the cuffs of his black T-shirt.

The profile seemed sharp and cold, but her eyes were covered with fog and she couldn't see clearly.

But the vague figure was very strong, which was the result of years of real sword and gun training. He was wearing a black T-shirt, black pants, and short hair that was not too long...

Song Weiyu reached out his hand, trying to touch him, murmuring like a nightmare: "You are injured, why are you still watching over me..."

Han Guanshan was awakened by her slight breathing and leaned over hurriedly, "Qiqi, what did you say? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

The man suddenly approached, and the strong smell of tobacco dispelled the mist in her eyes and gradually made her sober.

"What did I say? I forgot..."

Song Weiyu knocked her head. She seemed to have had a long and complicated nightmare. In the dream, she was kidnapped and almost killed.

In the dream, it was that bayonet that cut the ropes on her feet.

"Where's my suit? Where's my suit? And the knife! Where did you put them?"

Looking at her pale and anxious expression, Han Guanshan narrowed his eyes and said, "Throw away the unclean things."

Song Weiyu grabbed the quilt tightly, and the blood began to return to the infusion tube due to excessive force. "No, you are not allowed to throw it away! Find it back for me!"

"It was sent away by the cleaning staff a long time ago. Perhaps it has been dumped in a garbage dump..."

Han Guanshan didn't care, not only when he saw Song Weiyu lying beside the sink, but also when he saw Chen Fang in that black suit.

He ordered Zhou Qingye, "Since Chen Fang is in the intensive care unit, give him a quick death."

The woman said nothing, but just looked at him with red eyes. Suddenly, she pulled the infusion needle from her hand, threw back the quilt and ran out, "I want to get him back. I want to get him back."

She was so anxious that she didn't even put on her shoes and ran downstairs as fast as she could.

Her feet were on the hard gravel road, and every step was painful. She looked down and saw the scar on the edge of her foot.

It seems... this scene has happened before.

At the gate of a hospital, she ran towards a...some car with joy, then her foot was pierced by glass and she was stopped.

Just like now, she was picked up by Han Guanshan by the waist and could not move forward.

"Qiqi, listen to me. You just woke up and can't stand this. Come back with me!"

"I don't want to! I don't want to go back with you. I want to get that suit back." She continued to struggle in Han Guanshan's arms, completely ignoring the wounds all over her body and her dizzy vision.

"Is a tattered suit so important? More important than your own body?" Han Guanshan's voice began to become fierce.