Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

In the room where the sound just came from, Song Xixi fell to the ground, holding her wrist, with a look of grievance on her face: "Mr. Fu, I just want to help you take off your clothes, why are you so cautious..."

The suit jacket was thrown on the ground. Fu Haitang didn't want it anymore and walked out.

When I grasped the door handle, I heard voices outside.

Song Weiyu and Li He were the only ones left in the corridor. The sound of their footsteps was absorbed by the thick wool carpet, and the sound was particularly abrupt in the silent night.

"Li He, go back and have a rest. Just let the driver take me."

Li He glanced at the most carefully decorated guest room on the fourth floor and pointed at it: "Why don't you go in and take a look? There are still things you are used to in there."

Song Weiyu hesitated, "Chen Fang is still waiting for me in the hospital alone, I have to go back and accompany him."

Li He rubbed his temples and said, "I'm going to go downstairs to sober up. I'll come back later and take you away. Be obedient and go in and rest for a while."

Li He went downstairs, she walked to the door of the room and slowly opened it.

The inside was still the same as before, with the whole house decorated in creamy white French style. Even though she and Fu Haitang didn't stay there often, the servants would clean the house and change the bedding every week.

She is familiar with pillows, so the pillows were brought to her by Fu Haitang from home. Li He has one, and Shao Guoren also has one in his villa.

She smiled, as if even if she went bankrupt and had nothing one day, she would still have two fixed rooms in this city that would always belong to her.

In the closet, there are spare suits for Fu Haitang, light gray, dark gray...

There is also her nightgown, sandwiched between several suits, adding a touch of gentleness to the cold and hard masculine atmosphere.

She sat on the edge of the bed, in a daze, reminiscing.

Recently she has been in a daze for a long time, but after waking up she has no idea what she was thinking. It's like a dream, and she forgets the story in the dream after waking up.

She thought, if only love could be so easily forgotten.

But the man she loved was too affectionate. Over the long years, he engraved the three words of his name on every bone of hers.

She felt that she would never forget these three words, even if she lost her memory.

After sitting there for less than twenty minutes, she heard the sound of the doorknob being turned outside the door and she thought it was Li He coming back.

I stood up and said goodbye to this room, turned off the light in the bedroom, walked through the small living room to the porch, only to find that it was Fu Haitang who came in.

His height was extremely oppressive, blocking the doorway.

I don't know where his suit was taken off, and his shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest.

He must be drunk, which is why he walked into this room out of habit.

"You...entered the wrong room." Song Weiyu reminded him in a low voice, trying to pass by him.

But the moment they passed each other, the man's strong arms grasped her waist and pressed her directly into his arms.

Then, he lowered his head and placed his lips next to her ear, his voice low and hoarse.

"Where have you been for so long?"

Song Weiyu wanted to hide, but the familiar and strong touch made her whole body numb. She tried her best to turn her head to avoid his lips.

The slender and smooth neck was exposed in front of the man. He covered it with his hot lips, biting it as if punishing him as he moved down inch by inch.

The tingling sensation that was engraved into her memory instantly spread throughout her body, and her breathing stopped.

He immediately realized that Fu Haitang had entered the wrong room, and even more so that he had kissed the wrong person.

Song Weiyu bit her lip to force herself to wake up, and pushed his chest away: "Fu Haitang! You got the wrong person... I'm not... um!"

Before she could finish her words, he bit her lips. She was pressed against the door with nowhere to hide and was forced to accept this kiss that did not belong to her.

The kiss was strong with alcohol.

"You've drunk too much, let me go! Ugh..."

Her thin back was wrapped in the man's strong arms, his big hands clasped the back of her neck. She was pressed in the man's arms and kissed deeply. This kiss made her feel in a trance that he still loved her deeply.

His mind went blank until he suffocated, and then his lips were released.

But he did not stop at all, all the lights were turned off, and the quiet moonlight slowly seeped into the milky white room.

The sound of cloth being torn came from the quietly warming air. She struggled desperately, but her thin body was like a lamb walking into a tiger's mouth compared to Fu Haitang's strong physique.

But she didn't want to, especially after she was sure that he had an affair with another woman.

And now, she was mistaken for someone else by a drunk man...

The great sadness and shame made her extremely resistant. She cried and pushed him away, but the man tied her wrists with torn strips of cloth and tied them up.

She was thrown on the bed in dishevel.

Fu Haitang stood beside the bed, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand. In the darkness, she couldn't see the man's expression, only a terrifying and powerful outline.