Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu swallowed the crackling bubbles of champagne in the glass, his eyes as charming as silk.

He said softly: "Guess."

The words were spoken in a small voice and could not be carried very far.

So Li Nian helped expand: "Oh, that's Chen! Hehe..."

Not far away, the man's Adam's apple suddenly rolled, and he tilted his head slightly to relieve the stiffness in the back of his neck, seemingly with dangerous dissatisfaction.

He turned around and walked over.

Song Weiyu didn't know he had fallen into someone's eyes, but still smiled coquettishly: "What? You guessed it by looking at the figure?"

This shy smile looks like to others: Hmm! I am extremely satisfied with this man named Chen.

Li Nian scolded Song Weiyu and pursed his lips at the man with broad shoulders and narrow waist walking across from him: "This one is about 188cm tall, and his hair is nicely styled, but the mask is too tight and you can't see his mouth..."

Song Weiyu looked in the direction of her mouth, and his heart stopped for a moment.

In an instant, a thin layer of sweat broke out all over his back.

The man was wearing a brown suit, with a layer of micro-diamonds on the lapel collar. He wore a brown horse towel under his two-buttoned shirt, and his raised Adam's apple could be seen...

This... elegance and nobility, the same body proportions, and most importantly, the vague sense of familiarity.

She didn't dare to breathe until the man passed by her without stopping, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was scared to death. Do you think that person just now looked like Fu Haitang?"

Li Nian raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Maybe."

"Impossible, Fu Haitang never wears such a sexy perfume."

The man was dressed like a dog and looked dignified, but he was spraying a futuristic fragrance that was full of black leather and Latin meaning, so she gave up her worries.

"What are you afraid of? You are about to get divorced."

This is true, but Song Weiyu doesn't know what he is afraid of, it just...maybe it is an instinctive reaction.

She swallowed the wine wholeheartedly and could only comfort herself like this, but she couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Li Nian's eyes were joking: "Go if you like him. If he doesn't follow you, throw money at him."

"Spend money? Haha, there is no man in this world who doesn't follow me, Song Weiyu."

Li Nian shook his head and pursed his lips: "I don't think you can take him down."

That's what I said.

"Give me five minutes, I'll take off his scarf and give it to you." After that, Song Weiyu held two glasses of champagne between his fingers and approached Shi Ran.

She is wearing a tall, elegant moon-white cheongsam, covering up her figure that attracts imagination. This visual impact of the collision of holiness and seduction constantly seduces every man she passes by.

They all want her to stop by their side.

She didn't look sideways and walked straight towards the target. She handed the champagne and said, "The scarf is very beautiful. Did your wife buy it?"

The man put one hand in his pocket and said nothing, but took the champagne from her and nodded.

A mute?

Song Weiyu frowned slightly, then smiled, with watery eyes in his eyes: "I was thinking of buying a pair of this color for my husband, but unfortunately, I never found the right one."

Fingers ran across the man's suit:

"Can you give it to me? In exchange... I'll dance with you..."

Half of her face was hidden under the mask, but the soft light shining in her peach blossom eyes could not be blocked. The thin neck spreads out and is hidden in the close-fitting cheongsam, and two straight and white long legs are exposed under the waist and hips.

Different from the strong European perfumes present, the faint smell of winter plum blossoms on her body penetrated the mask and lingered on the tip of the man's nose.

The man put down their wine glasses and stretched out his hand.

Qianqian put her thin fingers on it.

Song Weiyu looked in the direction of Li Nian, blinked, and looked successful.

Li Nian sighed under the mask: "A fox and a dog will last forever, what a sin."

Under the romantic baroque lamp, the man's arm was strong, imprisoning her so that she could not move. The other hand was still vaguely squeezing her waist, pressing the two of them closer together.

Song Weiyu frowned and was dissatisfied. For the scarf, he could only dance slowly with the man. The two of them danced very slowly, like two spider threads swaying in the wind.

She was wearing high heels, and her chin reached right up to the man's collarbone, and the scent of sex mixed with hormones kept entering her nostrils.

For a moment, she had the illusion of holding Fu Haitang.

This feeling of knowing that the man in front of him was not him, but yet so much like him, agitated Song Weiyu's restless and ready heart.

She swallowed and looked at the man's neck.

chuckle.

She leaned closer to take a breath, her plump breasts pressed against the man's strong chest, and she shouted softly: "Sir, your hands are too hard, it hurts my waist."

She heard the sound of the man's Adam's apple rolling, felt his arms stiffen slightly, and his breathing became a little heavier.

"Sir, if you give me the scarf your wife bought, will she be angry?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull the man's scarf out of his shirt, then gently untied the two knots, wrapped it around the man's smooth neck, took it into his hand, and wrapped it in his hand in front of the man.

She has charming eyes and a smile on her lips.

The man still didn't speak, but he held her with his hot palm and pressed her against the back of a pillar, the two of them shrouded in shadow.

She heard the man's heavy breathing and felt his masculine breath.

"How about I give you another kiss as compensation?"

Song Weiyu smiled angrily, and the soft light in his eyes caught the affectionate gaze of the man opposite him.

She saw the sullenness hidden deep in the man's eyes, and could imagine the man's lips pursed in dissatisfaction.

She raised her hand, slightly lifted the man's mask, stepped up and took his lips directly.

A light touch, slowly deepening. The man didn't respond, but relaxed, allowing her to toss and turn, torment and suck.

When the man's arms tensed up and he couldn't help but kiss her back, Song Weiyu let go and helped him put the mask back on, then whispered in his ear: "Sir, I have to go first, my husband is still waiting for me at home."

With a chuckle, she turned around and left without any hesitation.

Leaving behind the fragrance of wintersweet.

The man looked at her charming back, licked his lips and smiled silently: "You still know that you have a husband..."

Li Nian smiled meaningfully when he saw Song Weiyu returning victoriously.

Song Weiyu handed her the scarf in his palm: "Do you want to give it to you?"

"Tsk, I don't dare to take things that belong to other people's husbands."

Song Weiyu smiled and said nothing, wrapped the scarf around his wrist three times and tied it again. Under the light, a dark and tough male scarf is wrapped around the wrist of the soft woman, which seems to have a somewhat taboo harmony.

In the distance, a pair of burning deep eyes were always following her.

The lanterns were first lit, and the drinking party gradually dispersed.

Song Weiyu and Li Nian were slightly drunk, lying in the back seat of the car talking crazy words.

"Song Weiyu, don't worry about other people's gossip. How you survived all these years, only I know! Besides, only men are allowed to find mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses. moonlight!"

"Song Weiyu, listen to me! Divorce Fu Haitang, and we will not get married after divorce! Why do you have to get married to make yourself unhappy..."

"We have money, good looks and a figure, and we will be in love for the rest of our lives! You sleep with Chen Fang from 1 to 35, and you sleep with Fu Haitang from 2 to 46! You have one day to rest!"

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