Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She lowered her head and continued to play with her phone, her eyelashes fluttering to hide the throbbing anxiety in her eyes.

Fu Haitang looked at her, twirled the teacup, and wanted to lock her up at home, not letting her go anywhere, so that only he could see her every day.

The rippling waves in my heart were suppressed by the unknown express delivery tomorrow.

His eyes darkened slightly. He thought, "Why not intercept the courier and say it was lost?" According to Song Weiyu's current intelligence, she should not doubt it, or she could change it for something insignificant.

Now Han Guanshan is dead and Chen Fang is in a coma in the hospital.

With fewer opponents, he became more nervous.

Just as I was thinking about it, a WeChat message came on my phone.

Baby: Are you there?

He smiled and replied: Come here and let me hug you for a while.

After she finished sending the message, she stared at Song Weiyu who was a few steps away. One could see with the naked eye that the woman's fair skin was turning red layer by layer. Then she raised her eyes and glared at him coquettishly.

Song Weiyu stretched out a finger and slowly tapped the words on the phone screen one by one.

Baby: Mr. Ex-husband, please respect yourself and keep your distance from me.

He replied: Since you confessed your love to me in public today, shouldn't you be responsible for me? You see, everyone in Beijing knows that we divorced out of necessity. How about remarrying? Satisfy the public's expectations?

Song Weiyu changed the note with a gloomy face, bringing up something irrelevant.

The peerless wife slave became Mr. Ex-husband.

Without looking up at Fu Haitang again, she opened her circle of friends and found that she didn't post often, only a few posts every month, and most of them were about daily life.

She had no memory of it at all, so she read each one carefully.

"Mr. Fu, it snowed."

The accompanying photo shows half-open curtains in the dark, through which you can see snowflakes floating outside the house.

The scene was beautiful, but she forgot that she was lying on top of the man, gasping for air to relieve the trembling after the intense exercise.

“All my best friends are here”

The photo below showed several people making a snowman at the entrance of Fu's house. She looked at the photos and compared them one by one, and found that they were exactly the same as the people in the house.

It turns out that everyone in this room is her best friend.

Like a cat in a comfortable environment, she habitually put her slippers aside, bent her legs and curled up in the armchair.

Butler Zhang smiled and placed a fruit plate on the square table next to her. "Madam, you are curled up in the chair again. Be careful of numb legs."

She smiled sheepishly: "Thank you."

Butler Zhang knew that she had lost her memory, but he was still stunned. Song Weiyu was always so high and mighty that he didn't bother to say these polite words. But when he heard this out of the blue... it was quite pleasant to the ear.

"Don't say thank you, you have forgotten how domineering you were when you walked sideways on the West Second Ring Road..."

The store on Chang'an Street is the same as hers.

Song Weiyu scratched her eyebrows and secretly glanced at Fu Haitang. The man was looking at her, or perhaps he had been looking at her all the time.

The cell phone rang, and the ex-husband said: Let’s get remarried. After the remarriage, you can continue to act like a big shot.

Baby: I’m not a crab. I can just act like a boss in my nest. I have to be careful with what I say and do outside.

The three words "be cautious in what you say and do" and "Song Weiyu" just don't go together at all, and Fu Haitang was amused.

Mr. Ex-husband: Okay, show it to me tonight.

Song Weiyu always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, and then she realized, yes, where should she sleep tonight?

"Li Nian, I'll go with you tonight. You can take me in for a few days and I'll move out when I find a place to live." She opened her puppy eyes and looked at Li Nian eagerly.

Li Nian was about to agree when she looked up and saw Fu Haitang's cold warning look.

Immediately, he glared at her: "No! Don't disturb the world of two people between me and Shao Guoren, we are planning to have a second child!"

"..." Song Weiyu pursed his lips.

It was not until it was completely dark and Fu Chunhe and Lian Song returned home that Song Weiyu realized that she had given birth to three prodigal sons.

She glanced at Fu Haitang quietly, her eyes full of displeasure.

Does this man have some genetic defect? ​​Why can't he give birth to a beautiful little daughter?

Fu Haitang raised his eyebrows, ignored the resentment in her eyes, and smiled at her seductively.

Before he even drank, Song Weiyu felt the blood in his body flowing faster, and he cursed in his heart: Fu Haitang is a male witch.

Fu Chunhe walked up to her. He was wearing thin-rimmed glasses, and his shrewdness and competence were all hidden under the glasses. He bent down and touched her head twice with loving care, and handed her a small wild berry cake: "Mom, you have worked so hard for so long, welcome home."

"My mother!" Fu Liansong grabbed Song Weiyu and led her to the dining table.

She lowered her head and whispered something in Song Weiyu's ear. After she finished muttering, she raised her bright white teeth and said, "You know, we are the best in the world."

Song Weiyu also laughed and agreed, "Yeah, I love little Lian Song the most."