Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"what?"

Song Weiyu frowned slightly. Let Fu Haitang be her third son?

Is she crazy or has Fu Haitang taken the wrong medicine recently.

But when she thought of the scene where Mr. Fu was secretly someone's lover, she found it inexplicably funny and suddenly wanted to tease him again.

She leaned over and approached him as he sat cross-legged and smoking in the boss chair.

"I'm two-timing? Haha, then does Mr. Fu want to get on board?"

Her eyes, which had been dull for the past month, now showed some arrogance and liveliness.

After saying this, he slowly scanned Fu Haitang's body from top to bottom with his eyes, with erotic hints, and then stared at his rather seductive face.

He raised his eyebrows, "Actually, Mr. Fu is a good choice for a lover."

Fu Haitang bent the hand holding the cigarette slightly, and met her undisguised teasing with his deep eyes.

At this moment, her eyes reflected a beautiful brown color under the sunlight, and her eyelashes opened and closed from time to time with her blinking.

Like a spark falling into the center of a frozen lake, it is so hot that it almost melts the ice.

Is she serious or is she deliberately humiliating him?

Fu Haitang didn't want to look into her eyes anymore. He put the cigarette back into his mouth and bit it, then turned his head to stare coldly at the upside-down photo frame on the desk.

Let him be her lover?

How dare she think of it.

If he wasn't holding a cigarette in his mouth, he would have ridiculed her without mercy and said why she had such a big appetite, hehe...lover...

He had all the women he wanted, and there were so many obedient and beautiful women lining up to be with him. Was there any need for him to lower himself and become her shameful mistress?

Does that mean he will have to avoid the sight of everyone in Beijing and fly to the south every week. And wait for her to appease the one at home before having an affair with him in the hotel in the midst of her busy schedule?

In just a dozen seconds, Fu Haitang even thought about what would happen on the front page of Weibo if the paparazzi caught them having an affair one day...

He took a puff of cigarette, with a dark gleam in his eyes.

Song Weiyu reached out and pinched his chin, forcibly turned his face back, and stared at him closely.

"Mr. Fu, you are not...really thinking about the feasibility of this matter?"

"What a joke."

Fu Haitang then realized that the cigarette was finished. He then changed it and put it in his mouth, then reached into his pocket for a lighter, but couldn't find it.

Song Weiyu found the lighter on his desk, turned the wheel twice, put his hand on his desk and leaned over slightly, "Let me light it."

Her white fingertips tapped on the ebony table. Next to the cold and hard desk was her soft waist. Following her slender waist down was the line of her hips that was prominent because of her leaning forward movement.

She held onto the table with her hands, her fingertips turning pink and white as if she was exerting force, as if she was...

Fu Haitang felt that Song Weiyu must be looking for trouble.

She fished for him as if it were a game.

His thoughts were in a mess and he was wandering uncontrollably, and the cigarette in his mouth was already lit.

Nicotine's addictive factors enter the rushing blood.

At this moment, Fu Haitang wanted to pinch her lips in revenge, pass a puff of cigarette to her mouth, and choke her to death.

"Song Weiyu, get out! Don't you just want to save Wang's family? Okay, okay, I promise you, I won't mess with them anymore. Are you satisfied? If you are satisfied, get out right away, okay?"

He impatiently tore open his shirt, which already had two buttons open, and grabbed his hair, which was originally neatly slicked back, making it loose and messy with impatience.

Song Weiyu pursed his lips, feeling irritated.

That Sheri...

If you give it to him now, he will definitely fly out of the window, right?

The plane took off in two hours and she had no time to waste.

Song Weiyu glanced at the man's wrist. He held a cigarette in his right hand and his left hand was on the armrest of the chair.

Because of impatience and anger, blue veins bulged on the back of Leng Bai's hand.

She couldn't think of a better way, so she had to resort to hard tactics and take a gamble.

Song Weiyu pressed the secretary bell on Fu Haitang's desk, "Assistant Yu, send in a rope. It should be inelastic, strong, black, not too thick or too long, and about 1.5 mm in diameter."

"Oh, by the way, let Mrs. Wang go and tell her that it's done and she doesn't need to worry anymore."

Assistant Yu put down the phone, tilted his head, and looked puzzled. He wanted a rope? What were these two playing?

Fu Haitang stood up to leave, and she grabbed his wrist, "Wait a minute."

He stood there, threw away his cigarette, looked at her and asked, "Are you not planning to go to the south? Your flight will take off in two hours. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave."

"How do you know which flight I'm on? And you're secretly monitoring me?" Song Weiyu still held his wrist.

"Don't worry, once you leave the capital, I won't be able to monitor you anymore. In other words, you are free, Song Weiyu."

Song Weiyu asked: "After I settle down in the south, will you really not send people to monitor me anymore?"

"of course."

That's good, then he won't know that she will suffer from amnesia again and again for the rest of her life.