Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The room was silent for a long time. When no one was paying attention to it, the moonlight sneaked onto the bed and shone on the woman's trembling eyelashes.

She seemed to be sleeping, yet also seemed like she would wake up at any moment.

Fu Haitang sat on the side of the bed with his back to her and the moonlight.

From now on, they will see each other less and less, and precisely because he will not see her for the rest of his life, he dare not look at her too greedily at this moment.

Afraid that I couldn't help but hold her tightly again.

Then she would definitely have to face Chen Fang who was lying in the intensive care unit. If Chen Fang could never wake up, she would bury herself in that ward.

The man's heart sank with the moon.

The figure cast a tilted and lonely shadow on the floor tiles.

After a moment, a white and slender hand rested on Fu Haitang's thigh, and a gentle and clear female voice came to his ears.

"Hey, after listening to you for so long, you are not my husband, right?"

Fu Haitang thought she was hallucinating because she had been staying up late for days, and she looked down at the little hand that was touching her thigh.

When he turned his head, he met Song Weiyu's black and white, rolling eyes.

This teasing spirit doesn't look like a patient who has been in a coma for two days.

Fu Haitang narrowed his eyes, "When did you wake up?"

"I woke up when you sneaked in." She stared with a pair of clear eyes and said it as a matter of course without blushing.

Looking at her unsuspecting face, Fu Haitang felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

She blamed herself for not being able to protect her. Her plan should have been more perfect and flawless, so that she wouldn't get hurt again.

"Sir, you are so beautiful."

She smiled with her eyes curved, and she climbed up and moved close to Fu Haitang, almost bumping into the tip of his nose.

Fu Haitang hurriedly supported her waist. Perhaps feeling the sense of security that someone could rely on, Song Weiyu simply leaned in his arms and studied his appearance.

After a while, she sniffed, "You smell good too."

Faced with such a silly Song Weiyu, Fu Haitang's ears suddenly turned red and her Adam's apple rolled.

She pretended to be very reserved and steady: "Don't lie on me, sit down on your own."

"But from what you just said to yourself, sir, it sounded like you were my husband."

Not only did she not get out of the man's arms, she also rubbed herself against him and found a comfortable position, looking at him curiously with her tea-colored eyes.

The man's charming facial features revealed elegance and coldness. Song Weiyu locked his gaze on him, trying to find the answer from Fu Haitang's eyes.

"Ex-husband." Fu Haitang glared at her and corrected her mercilessly.

Song Weiyu opened his mouth, revealing a section of white teeth.

He sighed in annoyance, "I heard you say I cheated on you. But I don't understand..."

Fu Haitang looked at the person scratching the back of his head in his arms. He wanted to laugh but tried hard to hold it back. "What don't you understand?"

"You're so pretty, why would I cheat on you? Could it be that the person I cheated on you with is more handsome than you?"

Fu Haitang seemed to see the hidden expectation in her eyes, and poured a basin of water on her coldly: "He is very ugly, with strong limbs and a simple mind, and he is not as rich as me."

"Two centimeters shorter than me."

The light in Song Weiyu's eyes dimmed as she listened to his overly precise description. She pouted and hung her head with a dejected look on her face.

Fu Haitang raised the corners of her mouth and smiled silently, "Why, after hearing that he is not as good-looking as me, do you regret cheating on me?"

"Not really..."

She used her hands and feet to climb out of the man's arms and got back into bed.

Without the intimacy just now, she smiled politely at her ex-husband, "According to what my ex-husband said, I should really like him, so I don't care about superficial things like appearance."

The smile on Fu Haitang's lips froze.

No matter whether he is stupid or smart, Song Weiyu always has the ability to make him angry to death.