Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The situation is not good.

Fu Haitang sneered, "If her condition was really bad, Li He, would you celebrate this birthday so easily? You would have been worried and stayed in your laboratory day and night, trying to find a way to keep her alive."

Besides, she looked fine today.

I heard that Chen Fang had also woken up. The two of them stayed together 24 hours a day, and she took better care of him than the nurse.

In the past, at home, I wished I could be her limbs and take care of everything for her. But now, she uses all her love and patience to serve others.

Li He looked at him and patted his shoulder. "You already have a new love, so stop asking about your past. Let's go and take our seats."

Fu Haitang raised his eyes and looked towards the bathroom.

She must be crying.

Maybe it was because of the scars on his face or because of the ridicule and belittlement, it couldn't be that she was heartbroken about his uncontrollable gray hair.

Fu Haitang walked towards the dining table, Li He walked towards the bathroom, their shadows were lowered and lengthened by the crystal lamp, and they walked in opposite directions.

Outside the bathroom, Li He knocked on the door lightly. His voice sounded a little hoarse through the door: "Qiqi?"

Song Weiyu's hand that was wiping her tears was stunned. Except for Han Guanshan and her mother, no one called her by her nickname.

Why would Li He... suddenly call her like that?

It is undeniable that calling the opposite sex by nickname is a very ambiguous thing. Song Weiyu splashed his face with cold water and opened the door with doubts.

The moment the door opened, the two looked at each other, their eyes communicating vaguely. He was frank, but she was puzzled.

"Li He, why did you suddenly call me Qiqi?"

"Isn't it normal for a brother to call his sister by her nickname?"

Facing his bright eyes, Song Weiyu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled helplessly, "You scared me to death, I thought..."

Li He took out a face towel and wiped the water off her face. His movements were very slow and gentle. "What do you think?"

She lowered her eyes and looked at Li He's straight trouser legs in his suit, smiling without saying anything.

He tucked the long hair on the side of her face behind her ear, revealing the scar, and slowly touched it from top to bottom with his fingers, "Think? I like you."

I thought these two words were a rhetorical question, but the sentence that follows sounds like a statement.

Song Weiyu said: "There are many men who like me, and you are not a big deal. However, I only have one half-brother, and he is very precious."

Li He nodded and clenched the face towel in his hand, "I agree."

The hair on her temples was wet and damp, so she simply tucked her long hair behind her ears, took out a hairpin from her bag, and quickly tied it up into a simple high bun.

Her fair face and slender neck were exposed. She raised her head slightly with an elegant posture.

Song Weiyu pinched the lipstick, unscrewed the cap, looked at nowhere, and asked as casually as possible: "Why did he... turn his hair white in such a short time?"

From the side, her eyes were blinking without focus, as if if she blinked faster, others would not be able to see the panic and confusion in her eyes.

"Want to hear the truth? But actually, even if I tell you why his hair turned gray, it won't change anything. You won't stay in the capital because of him."

Song Weiyu tightly held the metal tube of the lipstick. Yes, so what if I knew.

From the day she dumped him at the Civil Affairs Bureau, the rift between them became unbridgeable. She also noticed that Fu Haitang had long stopped wearing her wedding ring and watch.

He would no longer forgive her without any bottom line, and finally he no longer stood there waiting for her.

He now has a new life and a girlfriend who can accompany him wholeheartedly, which is great.

"Is he okay?" Song Weiyu threw the lipstick back into her bag.

It should be fine now. Didn't I put the antidote in Chen Fang's pocket and took it out of the resort?

Li Hepburn didn't plan to tell her that Fu Haitang went abroad for surgery for her, but now... would it be possible to keep her if he told her?

Half a month ago, Fu Haitang left the Civil Affairs Bureau alone and vomited blood on the way. When he was seen in the hospital, his grey shirt on his chest was stained.

He asked, "Li He, am I dying?"

Li He didn't know that Song Weiyu had thrown him away again, and asked: "I told you not to be provoked! Why are you suddenly so emotional? Are you really going to die?"

Fu Haitang was leaning against the sofa, with her head leaning back on the back of the sofa, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath: "Li He, this time I really..."

“…I won’t jump down again.”

The next day, he went abroad and lived a life of debauchery every day, proving that he had escaped from the sea of ​​suffering.

But Li He still saw the white hair on his temples in those photos...

Li He pulled Song Weiyu's wrist, put it on his arm, and led her to the dining table. "Fu Haitang, it's okay to say it's good, and it's not okay to say it's not good either."

If he were to be stimulated again, he might not live for many years, or he might die on the spot.

Song Weiyu knew that she shouldn't ask too many questions. The more she asked, the more she couldn't let it go.

"Why is he not good?"