Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu didn't know whether having such a husband was a good thing or a bad thing.

His eyes were filled with resentment, but more of it was helplessness.

Sun Hexi saw the saber on the ground, which was the one Chen Fang often used.

He picked it up, wiped it clean, and handed it to Song Weiyu, "Mrs. Fu, keep it well. This is my eldest brother's favorite knife."

There was a hint of resentment in his words, and the call of "Mrs. Fu" sounded weird.

Since Chen Fang fell into a coma, Song Weiyu has not come to visit him once. At first, he thought that Han Guanshan had restricted Song Weiyu's freedom, but today it seems that she has gone back to be her rich wife.

"Who is your elder brother?" Song Weiyu was confused.

Sun Hexi then realized that Song Weiyu's eyes were no longer as cunning and bright as before, and there was an indescribable stupidity in them, and the whole person was a little slow...

"you……"

"Sorry, I was injured and lost my memory half a month ago. May I ask if the big brother you are talking about is him?" Song Weiyu pointed at Chen Fang.

Sun Hexi reacted quickly. Half a month ago, Chen Fang’s life or death was unknown and he was rescued from the resort.

Therefore, her amnesia should have been caused by Han Guanshan.

What a pair of star-crossed lovers, one is half dead and the other has lost his memory.

"Yes, my eldest brother is him, Chen Fang. The reason why he lies here is to save..."

"Second in command!" Special Assistant Yu nodded at the two people kneeling on the ground, "First ask who sent them to kill Mr. Chen."

Sun Hexi glanced at Fu Haitang at the door.

He turned around and punched the two thugs in the face, then reached out and pulled out a gun and pointed it at the man's penis, "This is your last chance. Tell me who sent you here."

"I won't tell you! If you dare, kill me...ah!"

With a bang, the man covered his crotch and wailed desperately, the veins on his face popped out.

Seeing the blood flowing to the floor, Sun Hexi pointed the gun at the remaining man and said, "If he doesn't say anything, you say it."

“Han Guanshan!!” The man immediately became obedient when he saw his companion’s blood, and added, “Master Han said that we should find a chance to come in and kill Chen Fang.”

Is it really Han Guanshan?

Song Weiyu didn't believe it, "Why? Why did Han Guanshan want to kill him?"

Her heart could no longer bear the stimulation and was beating on the edge of sudden arrest. Her face was almost pale, with only the pitiful pink lipstick she had applied that morning.

The man was just doing what he was told, so he had no idea why.

Sun Hexi put the gun back and glanced at Fu Haitang's warning look again.

He can't afford to offend this great god.

The words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back, "Why don't we call Mr. Han over to ask him?"

Song Weiyu wondered, how could Han Guanshan come?

He will take her away from the capital and return to Southeast Asia tomorrow.

She looked up at Fu Haitang.

It seemed that every time she looked at him, she could look him in the eye, which made Song Weiyu feel that Fu Haitang had always been paying attention to her.

But at this moment, his eyes were as dull as a stranger's, more like he was looking at someone who was not worth it.

Song Weiyu felt a sharp pain in her heart, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, Han Guanshan is at your son's engagement party now, can you call him over for me..."

"No. But I can take you to him."

Fu Haitang then walked slowly into the ward, glanced at the bloodstains on the ground with disgust, and came to her side.

He leaned over and stroked the purple marks on her neck with his fingers. The force was not light, and Song Weiyu shivered in pain.

"But it's a pity. You risked your life for Chen Fang and got injured so badly. How can you leave the hospital? Don't you think so? Madam Fu?"

His cold voice of "Mrs. Fu" was like a hand, tightly grasping Song Weiyu's heart.

Faced with such a terrifying man, she felt a little frightened.

The throbbing in the car in the morning was all drowned in Fu Haitang's gloomy and fierce eyes. She didn't understand why Fu Haitang was so angry all of a sudden. Was it because she saved the man on the hospital bed?

Song Weiyu ignored the pain in his body and grabbed Fu Haitang's sleeve when he was about to leave.

"Mr. Fu, please, take me to the engagement party."

"I wanted to take you there this morning. It was you who chose to come to the hospital. Have you forgotten?"

Fu Haitang didn't turn around, but his eyes fell on her slender white hand, and he shook it off and tried to break free.

The hand trembled, loosened his sleeve, but immediately held his hand more tightly.

She said, "I'm sorry I forgot about you."

But I seem to be falling in love with you all over again, she thought.

Fu Haitang swallowed the sob in his throat and turned to look at her. "It's not your fault that you lost your memory. It's my fault. I didn't protect you well. But now I just want to know, why do you remember his black suit when you even forgot about me?"

He pointed at Chen Fang, his eyes cold, "Even if you lost your memory, you can still give up your life to protect him. Song Weiyu, you love him deeply."