Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He walked towards Han Guanshan and the first thing he saw was the coat covering the handcuffs on his wrists. Fu Haitang recognized that it belonged to Lian Song.

"Fu Haitang, when did your brain get better?" This was the only thing Han Guanshan was puzzled about.

"Not long ago, I went abroad for surgery." Fu Haitang told the truth.

"Haha." Han Guanshan laughed a few times. "After this kind of surgery, there will be serious side effects, right? For example... you won't live for many years? Right, Li He!"

Han Guanshan looked at the only doctor in the room.

When Li He was silent, he caught a glimpse of Song Weiyu's nervous and worried expression from the corner of his eye. Those panicked eyes were also waiting for his answer.

"Who said that? His surgery was very successful. As long as he is not stimulated later, he will grow old, get sick and die like a normal person."

Song Weiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Guanshan obviously didn't believe it.

Hun laughed and said, "Song Weiyu, don't you want to know how you lost your memory? I sent you a courier. It will arrive tomorrow. It contains what you want to know."

Fu Haitang's face darkened. He walked straight to Song Weiyu and pulled her into his arms.

"Director Zhang, take the person away."

Han Guanshan didn't struggle or say anything, he just stared at her. Although his death was approaching, he had no fear at all, and his eyes were full of sadness and affection.

He was pushed away by the police and laughed sarcastically.

He turned around quickly, took the gun from the police officer who was detaining him, and pointed it directly at Fu Haitang.

In a flash, Song Weiyu turned around without thinking, stood in front of Fu Haitang and hugged him tightly.

"boom!"

Gunshots were fired.

But the gun that made the noise was not the one in Han Guanshan's hand.

He didn't even push the safety button, but just held the gun. With eyes full of heartache and reluctance, he saw Song Weiyu standing in front of Fu Haitang.

He was still smiling, his eyes red.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, the floral shirt on his chest was stained red, and the bullet in the center seemed to have pierced through the pistil.

Choking with sobs, he said with his last breath: "It turns out that the only person you forgot from the beginning to the end was me."

Song Weiyu's eyelashes trembled. She wanted to look back, but Fu Haitang grabbed her head and said, "Don't look. I'll take you home."

The last thing Han Guanshan saw before he slowly lost his life was her leaving back.

She never looked back.

He never opened his eyes again.

Fu Liansong knelt in front of him, looked at him for a long time, and finally covered his head with his coat with trembling hands.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Director Zhang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old Third, go back. This evil person is not worthy of your pity."

The police took Han Guanshan's body away. Fu Liansong was still kneeling on the ground, looking at the pool of blood, muttering to himself: "Yes, it's not worth it, not worth it, not worth it..."

As he closed his eyes, a heavy tear fell down his young face.

This was his only tribute.

No one cared about Han Guanshan anymore, and no one knew where his body was sent. The whole city was celebrating the victory of the anti-drug operation.

It is impossible to disclose how many undercover agents and narcotics officers were sacrificed in this operation.

All we know is that they are still working on the front line of drug control, silently and carrying heavy burdens, lighting the way for a safe China for us in the dark corners that we cannot see.

In the evening, brilliant rays of light fell on the red-walled and black-tiled Fu residence. The courtyard, which had been empty for many months, finally became populated.

After Han Guanshan's death, Fu Haitang was obviously much more relaxed, but his face was still solemn when he poured the wine.

What's in that express delivery?

The last trick Han Guanshan has left is bound to be a big trouble.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Shao Guoren looked at his watch and said from the side: "Li Nian, why hasn't your son come yet? Hurry up and ask him to come over and kowtow to his godfather three times. From now on, we can also walk sideways in Beijing."

Li Nianzheng teaches Song Weiyu how to use a mobile phone.

I got Song Weiyu her original phone number back and taught her how to log into WeChat. She was dumbfounded and only learned how to send messages after a long time. "Just click this send button and he will receive it? Let me try..."

But she found that she had two pinned people.

One note is: the ultimate wife slave.

The other note only has a love heart.

"What does it mean to be a peerless wife slave?" She tilted her head and asked Li Nian, but her voice was heard by the three men who were sitting next to them drinking tea.

Li He was scalded by the hot tea: "Ahem, I'm really convinced. Fu Haitang, buy her some brain supplements."

"No, I like stupid ones. Come here..." Fu Haitang put down the teacup and reached out to Song Weiyu like calling a small animal.

Song Weiyu knew in her heart that this was her husband, oh no, ex-husband, she subconsciously wanted to go over.

Her feet were on the ground, and her mind flashed through the scene of her public confession on the big screen today. Her ears turned red, "No! I want to keep my distance from you."