Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang obviously noticed her change, frowned and walked towards her, holding out his hand: "Don't listen to him, come here."

She looked at him, her eyes moving from the man's handsome face to his white and slender hands, and she looked at him greedily for two seconds.

He turned to the police and said, "It's not kidnapping. I went with him voluntarily."

After saying this, she lowered her brows and suppressed her nasal tear, not daring to look at Fu Haitang again.

But she could clearly feel a burning gaze fixed on her, which seemed to penetrate her.

Han Guanshan smiled even more and tapped Fu Haitang on the shoulder. "Did you hear that? She has already forgotten you. You are just a stranger to her now."

After saying that, he hugged Song Weiyu and said, "Let's go."

Song Weiyu followed him numbly for two steps, then suddenly turned around to look at the unconscious Fu Liansong.

Is this her son?

The eyebrows and eyes are the same as hers, but the facial features other than the eyebrows and eyes are almost a copy of someone else.

She felt warm in her heart.

"Leave my son here, or I won't go with you."

Han Guanshan lowered his eyes to look at her, and she stared back firmly, with a strange and distant look in her clear eyes.

"Okay, you are enough." Han Guanshan waved his hand behind him, and his men pushed the unconscious Song Song towards Fu Chunhe.

But she knew that the gaze behind her never left, from burning to disappointment, and then to... helplessness.

As she walked out of the corridor without looking back, she finally heard the man's angry low voice behind her.

"Song Weiyu, don't go, come back."

She paused, clenched her palms, and stayed in the long and magnificent corridor for a few breaths, but still did not look back.

Fu Haitang sneered. He went through so much trouble to get her out and let her see Han Guanshan's true face with her own eyes, but she still didn't believe him.

However, he was already heartbroken, and this little episode was just another step on his broken heart.

I'm too lazy to feel the pain.

No matter how angry or disappointed she was, she couldn't let Han Guanshan take her away. "Stop her and bring the lady back."

"Oh, Mr. Fu, are you planning to rob? The police are here. Why, you break the law knowingly?" Han Guanshan turned around and looked over with a smirk and disdain.

Fu Haitang looked away from the thin little body beside him, "Han Guanshan, I need to list all the crimes against you..."

"Don't bother Mr. Fu." Song Weiyu turned around and took Han Guanshan's hand. "If there was evidence, you would have arrested him long ago, right? Since there is no evidence, let us go."

Fu Haitang narrowed his eyes and stared at her, and the two looked at each other deeply.

Finally, he compromised.

The police leader walked up behind him and said, "Mr. Fu, we can't let them leave like this. Our goal this time is to control Han Guanshan's departure from the country. If he leaves the country, it will be difficult to catch him."

Fu Haitang watched Han Guanshan embrace her and disappear in the corridor, and said firmly: "My wife will not let him leave. Believe me, in a few days, he will not be able to leave at all."

-

When Song Weiyu returned to Han Guanshan's car again, his mood was completely different.

Han Guanshan looked at her carefully and said, "Qiqi, please listen to my explanation. Actually, I am a dealer..."

"Stop talking. There is no excuse for drug trafficking. Drug dealers all over the world deserve to die."

Han Guanshan's Adam's apple rolled. As expected, amnesia cannot change a person's nature. She repeated the same words she said 20 years ago to him again today.

He turned his head and saw only her cold expression.

"Qiqi, today we are going back to Southeast Asia. I promise you that I will not touch drugs from now on. Really, I swear."

Song Weiyu acted as if he didn't hear it. He slowly took off his Buddhist beads from his wrist, held them in front of him, and let go.

"It's so dirty."

"Aren't you afraid that these Buddhist beads stained with other people's blood will drag me down to hell?"

Han Guanshan caught the Buddhist beads she had discarded and held them tightly in his hand, "Qiqi, you don't understand, if I hadn't taken this path..."

"I don't want to hear anything about you."

Song Weiyu interrupted him and stretched out his hand to him, "I just want to know what the video is. Didn't you say that if I don't go with you, you will release the video of Fu Haitang's drug rehabilitation and self-harm?"

"Why did he self-harm? Why did he take drugs? Where is the video?"

Han Guanshan leaned weakly on the car seat and ruffled his hair back. The slightly messy hair fell on his brow, unable to hide the helplessness in his eyes.

It was for Fu Haitang again, and it was for him again.

"Qiqi, come back to Southeast Asia with me first. I will destroy the video immediately. I guarantee that no one will see it."

Song Weiyu's eyes became colder and colder. She looked at him deeply, and when tears fell, she spoke hoarsely: "Brother, how could you become like this? Listen to me and turn yourself in, okay?"

Twenty years ago, she also cried and begged him to turn himself in.