Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She frowned: "You..."

"It was Director Fu who asked us to come, but he is in the hotel preparing for the press conference and cannot come."

When he heard it was Fu Haitang, Song Weiyu squinted his eyes and smiled: "Okay, I'll go with you, I want to see him."

The policeman was stunned for a second. The Song Weiyu in front of him was different from the legendary Mrs. Fu. In the legend, she was sexy and charming, and every move was full of charm.

But in front of me, why is he so stupid and doesn't even know how to defend himself?

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Mr. Fu asked us to take you back to the Fu residence and not let you go to the hotel."

Song Weiyu paused while putting on his coat, and opened his mouth: "Ah? Why..."

"There are too many unknown events in today's press conference. Mr. Fu is worried that you may be in danger."

Danger, speaking of danger...Song Weiyu always felt that he had forgotten something very important.

She heard Han Guanshan's conversation when she was half awake.

But somehow, since she woke up, her memory has not been very good. Not only is she waking up and sleeping at the same time, but she also always forgets things. It seems that her forgetfulness curve has become very short. She can't remember clearly what happened a few days ago and who she met.

Song Weiyu tried hard to recall, and walked downstairs with the police with a pursed mouth.

When she reached the car, she paused before getting in and turned to look at the apartment building.

After fainting and losing her memory for the second time, she didn't ask who Han Guanshan was, how they met, or what their past was.

Maybe he was just an extreme pursuer. After all, she didn't have any special feelings for him.

Han Guanshan would never know that he deliberately made her forget everything, but what she really forgot was him.

Across the street, there was a crowd of people.

Song Weiyu put his hand on the car door and asked the police: "The Zhonghe Hotel is across the street, right? Fu Haitang is there, right?"

The police nodded and looked over: "There are too many reporters today. I hope nothing unexpected happens."

Song Weiyu looked at the car door, then looked across the street, took a step back and closed the car door, "Sorry, I'm not going back to the Fu residence, I want to go find Fu Haitang."

The police looked at her somewhat fragile body and saw that a finger was obviously missing from her hand.

Her face was bare of makeup, and her fair complexion revealed a sickly and frail look.

Without waiting for the police's answer, Song Weiyu turned around and followed the crowd towards the zebra crossing. The red light came on and she looked at it.

Something suddenly occurred to me.

She turned around and ran back to the policeman who had escorted her, grabbing his sleeves with both hands and saying, "It's a bomb! Han Guanshan has planted a lot of bombs in that hotel!"

……

The police were worried about her, so they found two plainclothes officers to follow her and protect her.

Song Weiyu's face was covered by a mask by a plainclothes officer, who led her to the back door of the hotel.

There were many people on the street and no one cared about her presence. A man who also covered his face walked past her with his head down and also went to the back door of the hotel.

Song Weiyu sniffed. It was so exquisite that a man would use such a fragrant shampoo.

When she got to the hotel, in front of the elevator, the plainclothes officer told her that Mr. Fu was in the suite on the 38th floor, preparing his speech.

"You guys go and do your work. I'll go find him on the 38th floor myself."

Thinking of Fu Haitang, and his gentle, elegant smile with a hint of doting, Song Weiyu felt like a little grass was about to sprout in his heart, feeling itchy and excited.

Because of the sudden bomb explosion, the police suddenly became tense.

The plainclothes officer watched her enter the elevator and immediately rushed to the assembly area.

The elevator door was about to close when it was blocked by a pair of silver high-heeled shoes. The woman crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Song Weiyu as she came in.

Song Weiyu shrank into the corner timidly.

"No, Song Weiyu, are you crazy? Why are you afraid of seeing me?" Li Nian pushed her against the wall in the elevator.

Song Weiyu's eyes widened, "You can recognize me even when I'm wearing a mask? Who are you..."

Li Nian felt that she must have encountered some strange bug. Didn’t they just meet a few days ago?

How come Song Weiyu forgot again?

"Fuck, Song Weiyu, you are not really stupid, are you? Did Han Guanshan replace your brain with a pig's brain? I am your fucking best friend!"

Song Weiyu shook his head, "I'm sorry, I don't remember, my memory seems to be deteriorating recently..."

Her silly eyes were filled with sincere apology.

Li Nian felt distressed, and her eyes turned red. "Forget it, if you don't want to remember, then forget it. Just remember that I am Li Nian, your only best friend in this world."

When they entered the elevator, they both forgot to press the floor button.

So the elevator stopped at the banquet hall on the 5th floor, and a man dressed in ordinary clothes came in. When he saw the two of them, he was obviously stunned.

Then he came in and pressed the button for the garage on the basement floor.

Song Weiyu remembered that this was the sweet-smelling man she had just met downstairs.

In the enclosed space, the fragrance gradually reached her nose. This smell...

Why does this smell resemble the scent of perfume that Gu Zhen wore when he went to meet Han Guanshan that day?

Song Weiyu looked at the reflective wall of the elevator and saw the man's ears, which were small and had pierced ears.

This is Gu Zhen.

Song Weiyu shook her not-so-useful head. Fu Haitang already knew about Gu Zhen’s conspiracy, so why did she show up?

There is only one possibility, that is, Fu Haitang did not catch Gu Zhen.

That USB flash drive should still be with Gu Zhen.