Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang paused, looked at the bruised knuckles of his fist, and sneered.

"Even you think that if she saw the video inside, she would abandon me without hesitation?"

Fu Liansong knew he had said the wrong thing, and hesitantly explained: "It's not Dad, I was just too anxious. Maybe my mom has lost her memory, and this kind of video won't have any impact on her now. After all, she has also forgotten who Uncle Chen is..."

Fu Haitang said nothing, but looked gloomily at the exquisite Chinese-style garden of the Fu residence outside the window.

Over the past twenty years, the entire yard has been changed according to her preferences.

Fu Liansong kept trying to make amends, fearing that his father would be upset.

"I think my mom likes you now. Yesterday when I took her out to play, she kept thinking about you and said that the little bear looked like you. She was reluctant to spend money but took the initiative to use it to catch the little bear. She kept complaining about you all the way when she didn't catch it."

Yesterday, the bodyguard kept filming Fu Haitang, but it was too far away to hear the conversation between the mother and daughter clearly.

It turns out that she almost fell on the glass of the claw machine yesterday because she thought the little bear looked like him?

Now, he personally caught the little bear and gave it to her. Will she cherish it this time?

"I've arranged for people to patrol outside the Wintersweet Garden 24 hours a day. You stay with your mother and don't let strangers get close to her or let her receive any express deliveries. If she wants to go out to play, just say you have no money and can't go out. Once all of Han Guanshan's men are caught, I'll bring you back."

"But I still think it's better for my mom to stay with you."

Fu Haitang narrowed his eyes, "You don't understand how much Han Guanshan wants to kill me. If she follows me, she might get hurt by mistake."

But Han Guanshan would never hurt Fu Liansong.

Fu Liansong and Song Weiyu are the two most important people to Han Guanshan in the world. If these two are together, even if he is only a skeleton left, he would want to crawl out of the grave to protect them.

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For three consecutive days, Fu Haitang did not come to the wintersweet garden.

Every night Song Weiyu hugged the little bear and blamed him for being ruthless and ungrateful.

Then, before going to bed, he kissed the little bear again and said, "But you are still very good. I scolded you because I missed you too much. You definitely don't miss me. You are so busy... Li Nian said that the women chasing you in Beijing lined up from Fu's house to France."

"How can you have time to think about me?"

Fu Haitang is not in good condition.

Because express delivery has increased from once a day to twice or even three times a day.

Looking at the USB flash drives delivered to his door every day, he would think about the contents inside, and his depression would inevitably tend to relapse.

In fact, he had never recovered from depression.

Zhou Qingye also noticed Director Zhang's actions and he could no longer sit still.

Han Guanshan had told him not long ago that if he died and Fu Haitang was safe and sound, he would either find an opportunity to break Fu Haitang's legs or make the high and mighty Mr. Fu live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Otherwise, let Song Weiyu see this video and make Fu Haitang completely heartbroken.

In short, don't let Fu Haitang have an easy life, nor let him die too easily, so torture him and make his life worse than death.

Zhou Qingye had no chance to get close to Fu Haitang, so he could only shift his target to Song Weiyu.

But Fu Haitang protected people too well, so she couldn't receive anything from strangers.

So that night, when the sky was bright and the stars were sparse, Zhou Qingye took action personally. With the cover of his men, he dodged surveillance and climbed into the wintersweet garden.

There was no one around, so he moved quickly towards the villa. As long as he entered the villa, there would be a chance that he could hand the USB flash drive to her personally.

Tell her that this is the reason for your amnesia, and Fu Haitang has always been afraid that you would know it.

Stepping onto the steps of the villa, he climbed up to the second floor along the wall. Having fought in the jungle with Han Guanshan for many years, climbing up a villa like this was a piece of cake for him.

After observing for several days, he knew that Song Weiyu was in the largest bedroom on the south side.

Slowly pushing open the glass window, Zhou Qingye jumped into the room silently like a cat. The person on the bed was buried in the quilt, breathing smoothly and steadily.

Her skirt was still draped over the sofa, and on the coffee table was a half-drunk glass of milk tea.

He moved to the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, and lifted the quilt: "Sister Qi! Qi..."