Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

When she was very young and had just learned to run, she knew to pour her a glass of water, put her slippers in order, and straighten her high heels that had been kicked aside before Song Weiyu came home.

I would save the biggest lychees that I liked to eat for her.

He would cry because of nightmares at night, but he never told anyone about it.

I wanted my mother to hug me, so I looked at her photo and slept in my room with a pillow in my arms.

Everyone says that he is heartless, happy and sunny, but only Fu Liansong himself knows that his mother hopes he will be like this and not fight or compete.

But he looks very much like Fu Haitang, so how could he be stupid?

When he grew up a little, he went abroad and he knew his mother didn't want to see him.

However, he stays abroad all year round, and when he comes back occasionally, his mother loves him very much and would touch his head and say, "Song Song is getting more and more handsome."

Sometimes when I'm in a good mood, I'll give him a kiss.

But most of the time, she got drunk and lost her temper, and slapped him for no reason.

He didn't feel how painful it was when his mother hit him, and he even felt sorry for her palms that turned red. Uncle Li He always said that he was a replica of Fu Haitang, and that he and his father owed Song Weiyu in their previous life.

Fu Liansong also felt the same way, so he was happy for a long time when he was able to return to China and stay with the Fu family and her.

At this moment in the elevator, Song Weiyu shook their hands, "You must be my favorite little son. You look exactly like Fu Haitang, and you are so well-behaved."

"No, my eyes look like yours."

Lian Song lowered his head and smiled at her with raised eyebrows.

The press conference has already begun. Fu Chunhe and Song Jingming stand behind Fu Haitang and walk towards the stage.

Being in this position and having experienced so many things, the three of them did not look depressed at all, but rather calm.

There were journalists holding admission passes in the audience, and the flash lights had been flashing since the three of them came on stage.

There was a lot of discussion: The second son of the Fu family came out of the police station? It seems that this is a misunderstanding.

Reporters from major media outlets are all experienced. If there really was a crime involved, Fu Laoer would not be released.

For journalists, time is life, and the first real-time news is edited and released quickly.

[The second son of the Fu family attended the press conference as a free person, and selling contraband may be a misunderstanding]

Outside the venue were self-media people and a few unlicensed pseudo journalists. As soon as they saw the news on the big V platform, they immediately became restless and began to forward and comment endlessly.

Some media people with long noses keenly sensed that the wind direction of this matter was about to change, and began to list online the charity projects that Fu Haitang had led the Fu family to do in the past decade and the annual donation amounts.

What's more, knowing that the trafficking of contraband items was no longer a gimmick, some people directly pushed Fu Haitang's relationship problems and divorce incident to the hot search again.

The internet is buzzing with excitement, and a new wave of discussions about the inside story of wealthy families has begun.

The press conference did not go well.

Because before going on stage, Director Zhang told him that there was a bomb in the hotel and asked him to delay as much as possible to give them time to investigate and evacuate.

The manuscript that Fu Haitang prepared was completely useless. He looked at the dark crowd on the ground, turned the manuscript over on the podium, and made clarifications without a script.

He actually felt a little relieved in his heart. Fortunately, he asked the police to send Song Weiyu back to Fu's house.

Before she could finish feeling thankful, she saw the third brother holding her hand. The two of them walked slowly in from the banquet hall while talking and laughing, and hid behind the door.

After a while, two pairs of identical, bright black eyes popped out from behind the door, looking at the stage with mumbling sounds.

Fu Haitang crumpled up the speech.

His originally calm expression suddenly became tense, and his eyes showed dissatisfaction.

Fu Chunhe followed his gaze towards the door and immediately saw four round eyes poking out from behind the door.

The two below were dazed and the two above were smiling.

Fu Haitang whispered, "Catch them here and put them backstage where I can see them. Find someone to protect them."

Fu Chunhe nodded, but before he could go down to make arrangements, Director Zhang appeared in his sight. He said a few words to the two men and they were taken away.

Fu Haitang immediately understood Director Zhang's intention, took out his cell phone, dialed the number, and transferred the spokesperson's position to Fu Chunhe.

"Where are you taking my wife? Send her back to me immediately. Don't think I don't know that you plan to use her to lure out Han Guanshan."

Director Zhang smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. It will only take me a short while. I promise that I will send the person back to you as soon as the bomb is defused."

"No, you have to send her back to me and leave Fu Liansong as bait."

Director Zhang turned his head to look at the tall and handsome Song Song, and his eyes couldn't help showing pity. If the son didn't look like his father, he would have thought that this was picked up from the trash can.

Director Zhang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and hung up the phone directly.

"Mrs. Fu, take Song Song for a walk and come back to the 38th floor. We will be ambushed here. Don't be afraid. We will ensure your safety."

Song Weiyu didn't feel scared at all and said he would definitely cooperate.

Song Song was distracted for a moment.

She took his arm and walked out, looking up at him: "Big baby, what's wrong with you?"

"Mom, have you really forgotten who Han Guanshan is? Have you forgotten everything about you two?"

Song Weiyu nodded, "Is he a special person? Do you know him? Then tell me about him..."