Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She stopped on the carpet that was specially laid for rainy and snowy weather. The snow under her feet melted into water and seeped into the carpet, leaving a dark mark.

I also subconsciously thought that it might be because of my poor hearing, so I misheard.

But the girl didn't leave after brushing the snow off her body. She led her to the elevator and pressed the correct floor for her. "Mrs. Fu, are you here to see Mr. Chen?"

This time, she really heard it clearly.

The metallic elevator door slowly closed, reflecting her slightly hesitant expression.

Mrs. Fu? Is that what she thinks?

It seemed like her high heels were not firmly on her feet. She tilted her body and held tightly onto the handrail in the car.

The cold touch slightly calmed my heart that was about to jump out of my chest.

Mrs. Fu, could it be the Fu in Fu Haitang’s name?

When my thoughts were in disarray, the elevator door opened. There were few people on the intensive care unit floor, and the corridor outside was so quiet that it made me feel uneasy.

Song Weiyu took one step out of the elevator, wavering between stepping out or going back to find Fu Haitang to ask for clarification.

Now thinking back, every word Fu Haitang said to her in the past few days seemed to be ambiguous.

She is too stupid and too slow.

Just as she was turning around to go back to the elevator, Song Weiyu saw two medical staff wearing masks hurried past the corridor, but she didn't pay any attention.

Finger presses the upper level button.

When the door was about to close, she suddenly realized something was wrong. The side of the medical staff's neck is a conspicuous part, how could there be such an exaggerated tattoo?

Moreover, the two men's walking posture and eyes showed obvious nervousness.

Without time to think, her hand had already opened the elevator door and she followed the two men to the end of the corridor.

These two people gave her a very familiar feeling, very much like the group of thugs around Han Guanshan.

The blood-stained black suit flashed before her eyes, and the woman's accurate sixth sense told her that these two people had ill intentions.

She walked lightly, avoiding their constant gazes, and watched them enter the intensive care unit.

The intensive care unit requires full disinfection before entering, and it is obvious that these two people are not medical staff.

Between calling the police or reporting to Fu Haitang, she chose the latter.

It's just a simple and rough feeling that he is the most reliable.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I'm bothering you again, but my situation is very urgent now, someone wants to harm him! What should I do..."

"Why didn't you call the police instead of looking for me?"

His tone was calm, and he didn't feel the matter was urgent at all.

Song Weiyu thought he was annoyed, "I...I just did it subconsciously...I'm sorry to bother you."

"Wait, I'll send someone over."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Haitang's hands, which were resting on the side of the car, were already filled with snow, and his palms were frozen to the point of numbness.

The car was parked outside the hospital and he didn't leave at all.

Fu Chunhe sent him a WeChat message, saying that Han Guanshan had met Song Song.

He clenched the snow in his palms until it turned into water.

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Song Weiyu was afraid that the patient on the bed would die before Fu Haitang's men arrived, and the nurses' station on this floor was far away from his ward.

Why did they choose such a ward? If they had gone back and forth like that, Mr. Chen would have been strangled to death long ago.

Song Weiyu mustered up his courage, took out the saber from his coat pocket, and pushed open the door of the intensive care unit.

The two men had already taken away his oxygen tube and were covering his mouth and nose. The sound of the door opening attracted their attention and they looked at her fiercely, "Get out if you don't want to die!"

She couldn't see the face of the man on the bed.

But the vague outline of his eyebrows and eyes was enough for her to be sure that this person was the top priority in her memory.

He did not hesitate. He was so timid that he was afraid even to walk at night, but he suddenly got the courage from it, but he rushed forward with knife in hand.

"Let him go!"

Although the ending tone was trembling, the expression was resolute...

On the hospital bed, the man's little finger trembled suddenly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed over, raised her knife and stabbed the two men. But before she could get close, she was kicked away by the burly thug.

Song Weiyu rolled on the ground holding his abdomen, as if his ribs were broken. He curled up in pain and broke out in a cold sweat.

The color on his face quickly drained away, but he bit his lips tightly and stood up again, staggering forward with his body.

She used all her strength and knocked the man off balance. She then took the opportunity to grab his arm to prevent him from attacking again.

"Fuck! Just strangle this woman to death!"

The other party clamped her neck with a clamp and exerted great force. Blood slowly appeared on her neck, but she never loosened her hand that was holding the criminal's arm.

The breath from her nose gradually became thinner, and she glanced at the man on the bed.

With just this one glance, she was sure that it was worth dying for him.