Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Ma'am, I'll take you in through the back door."

"it is good."

Yu Bin always stayed by her side to protect her.

Song Weiyu endured the pain and walked forward, when suddenly a man appeared beside him.

He whistled, "Go ahead, there's no one in the whole capital who's more pretentious than you. You've made yourself look so miserable, you're almost as skinny as a chicken."

She frowned and looked at the gentle-looking man with caution.

"President Li." Yu Bin nodded at him.

Li He directly picked up her hand with a missing finger and looked at it.

Although the gentleman looked unhappy, Song Weiyu still saw the pain in his eyes, "Who are you?"

"Your half brother, Li He."

"?" Song Weiyu looked at Yu Bin, trying to confirm it.

Yu Bin nodded. "Madam, when you were stubborn before, you wouldn't listen to anyone, but you would obey Dean Li unconditionally."

Li He took her to the lounge and took off her coat directly. She was only wearing a suspender skirt underneath, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, I've seen all kinds of you. When you were crying and wiping your snot on me."

"..."

Song Weiyu's nervous heart relaxed slightly, and he really felt like he was meeting an old friend.

Li He called: "Shao Guoren, call Li Nian in and bring her a high-necked dress."

Li He gave her some painkillers and treated the gunshot wound on her shoulder again, muttering as he did so, "Han Guanshan is no good. The doctors he hired can't even treat a gunshot wound properly."

The distressed look on his face really resembled Han Guanshan when he was in his early twenties.

Song Weiyu's heart sank. "Li He, do you know where Han Guanshan is? I have something to talk to him about."

"I just saw him walking towards the private room on the second floor. He seemed to be with Song Song."

She was just about to ask who Song Song was.

A haughty woman pushed the door open and slammed the box in her hand onto the table beside her.

The person is not good!

Li He pursed his lips, "Tsk, I'm scared to death. If you want to fight with her, you have to wait until her wounds are healed. Look at her now, she looks like a puppy, can she win an argument with you?"

Li Nian rolled her eyes and reluctantly looked at Song Weiyu.

Just one look and she burst into tears.

The Song Weiyu in front of him was so thin that his chin was even more pointed, and the eyes on his small face were particularly clear and pure, as if they had first met decades ago.

Li Nian cried and looked at her fingers, then at her ears, and finally her eyes fixed on the gunshot wound that Li He was treating.

"Song Weiyu, you are a fool. Why are you trying to show off your abilities when you can't be Mrs. Fu? If Chen Fang really loves you that much, how could he be willing to send you to take risks?"

"Li Nian! You've talked too much!" Li He glared at her.

If Chen Fang didn't love her, why would he risk his life to save her?

Li He had seen the injuries on Chen Fang's body. It was a miracle that he was still alive.

Li Nian pursed her lips, sniffed, and took out a bunch of swords, spears, and halberds from her makeup bag.

Song Weiyu was terrified, "I can just put on some lipstick, no need to go through so much trouble."

Li Nian cried and laughed at the same time, "You used to be the most dazzling person at the cocktail party. How come you lost your modesty after losing your memory?"

Song Weiyu was slightly stunned, "Me? I was so flamboyant before?"

"Well, you are the fairy that Mr. Fu holds in his palm. If you don't show it off, who will?"

Song Weiyu bit her lip and inevitably thought of Fu Haitang again. She really wanted to see him...

After changing clothes and putting on light makeup, Li Nian took her arm and walked out, "Bao'er, don't you think this dress looks familiar? This is the brocade that Fu Haitang orders for you every year... I found it in your closet."

Song Weiyu looked at the extremely exquisite and elegant cheongsam on her body and said nothing.

She forgot, forgot everything.

But I only remember that black suit.

She didn't know what Chen Fang had done that made her remember it so clearly, and she became curious.

The two stood on the second-floor patio, looking down at the hotel's magnificent lobby. Li Nian pointed at a muscular man next to Fu Haitang and said, "Remember? My husband Shao Guoren, your husband's lackey."

...Song Weiyu shook his head and stared at Fu Haitang again.

Like a child with no clue of where to go, he is looking for his guardian in an unfamiliar environment.

Coincidentally, Fu Haitang glanced over here.

His eyes paused. Wasn't this Yunjin thrown to the nurse in the hospital? How did it return to her?

Song Weiyu looked at him eagerly, but when she met his burning gaze, she was so scared that she immediately looked away. This time, she saw Han Guanshan.

Chase after him immediately.

Fu Haitang hooked her finger at Fu Chunhe, "Where's Song Song?"

"He had a quarrel with Han Guanshan, and now Han Guanshan is threatening him with my mother and intends to take him away by force."

Fu Haitang put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked in the direction where Song Weiyu was chasing. "What a good show."