Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The sneer came, layer upon layer pressing from the top of the head to the ears.

Fu Chunhe licked his lips lightly, leaned down, his eyes fell on her already red earlobes and neck, and looked at her intriguingly: "Well... how come this other person's wife is still reacting under me? What’s up?”

After saying that, he stretched out the tip of his tongue to explore the skin between her neck.

Warmth came and a tingling sensation came.

Su Jin's hand that was originally pushing his chest suddenly turned into a tight grip on the man's suit, and she subconsciously closed her eyes to hide.

But he grabbed his chin, forcing him to raise his head.

Fu Chunhe looked at the hazy mist in her eyes and was very satisfied. He smiled evilly: "Huh? This other person's wife, please speak. If you don't say anything, I will continue."

As he spoke, the lips seemed to be not touching each other, but just a few millimeters of distance could intensify the passion.

Su Jin didn't dare to move, fearing that the slightest resistance would touch the close thin lips. She wanted to breathe but didn't dare, and frowned at a loss, but she couldn't hide the fascination deep in her eyes.

This charming and unconscious confusion completely made the man lose his patience.

"If you don't say anything, just let me continue."

"No...yes, uh-huh."

The familiar feeling came over her overwhelmingly, her chin was shackled, and she could only be forced to accept the brutality between the man's lips and teeth. The ripples spread out, her resisting hands gradually softened, and her thoughts gradually became empty.

After not seeing each other for two years, it seemed like all the longings had turned into this kiss, which was extraordinarily long and deep, making people more dizzy than alcohol.

Fu Chunhe reluctantly let go of her lips, his breathing already heavy and hoarse. His eyes followed her eyes down and fixed on the red lips that had just been kissed. He couldn't bear it anymore.

The Adam's apple rolled up in her throat, tempting her to take the initiative: "Good boy, take off your glasses for me."

His voice is like a mermaid on a deep-sea reef, and every sound is intertwined with the enchantment of the heart.

Su Jin's mind was completely occupied by this voice that she thought about day and night. She raised her eyes to meet his sticky gaze, and the ambiguity in the air doubled in an instant.

He really stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Just as they were about to meet, there was a knock on the door. It wasn't big, but it was enough to bring back Su Jin's sanity.

He retracted his hand in panic, pushed Fu Chunhe away, and walked to the bathroom.

The sound of pressured water from the faucet came from the bathroom. Fu Chunhe gritted his teeth, looked at the door, and opened the door.

Outside the door, Song Jingming smiled awkwardly but politely: "Brother, something happened."

"Boy, there better be something wrong with you."

Listening to this voice of dissatisfaction, Song Jingming directly put his phone in Fu Chunhe's face, "See for yourself."

On the screen was a message that Li Yi'an had just sent: "Second brother, reporters are all crowded at the entrance of the company."

Fu Chunhe frowned slightly and returned to the cabin chair.

Sitting with his legs crossed, one arm resting on the armrest, his eyes slightly squinted, he looked intently at the layers of clouds outside the window. He was not at all that gentle and elegant person.

His eyes were gleaming, and he spoke slowly: "Where has Fu Haitang gone?"

Usually when news like this comes out, Fu Haitang must be the first to show off his affection. This time, reporters were allowed to crowd in front of the company, but no one dared to come forward to make a statement.

Then Fu Haitang must not be in the capital.

Song Jingming also smiled, and his smile was meaningful: "It was said that there was a shooting incident in a hotel in Singapore, and he went there personally."

The two brothers looked at each other in the air, and some words did not need to be said, as if they could be transmitted to each other's consciousness along the brain waves.

-

Jingxi International Hospital.

Li He sat by the bed and looked at Song Weiyu's slightly pale face. She had not put on makeup these days, and her face was extremely pigmented.

The words he wanted to say turned into words of comfort: "Don't think too much, Fu Haitang and Chen Fang will take care of the company's matters."

Currently, the only people who know about Chen Fang's departure are herself and Fu Haitang.

Song Weiyu looked at the mobile phone left by Chen Fang and turned his eyes to the window. A bird flew across the sky quickly, not knowing where it was going.

The news displayed on the mobile phone was that the reporter found out that the Fu family's legal department was dividing the property of Song and Fu five days ago.

Song Weiyu looked back and glanced at Li He.

"Your wife works in a law firm, please do me a favor."

"Huh? Your Fu's legal department is the most professional. What? What are you going to do?"

Song Weiyu pulled at his bloodless lips and smiled.

"You all know all the shameful things I do. If anything happens next, I'll kill you first."

"Okay, okay, let's play the fatal woman trick. Then I'll call her over, and you can tell her."

In the huge ward, the smell of disinfectant is still there, and the sun's light shines slantly on the white floor tiles, moving slowly when no one is paying attention.

Li He's wife, Gu Zhen, is wearing a professional suit and a low ponytail.

Sitting by the bed, she had never seen Song Weiyu who was so sick: "Sister Song, listening to Li He's anxious voice, I thought you were dying and wanted to leave a last message."

Song Weiyu gave her a look. Being a lawyer is good in every aspect, but you shouldn't talk too much.

However, what she was asked to do today was almost like leaving a last message.

"This matter is confidential. Please prepare the information first. I will ask the secretary to send you what you need."

"I understand, don't worry about me doing the work. Oh, by the way... Sister Song, do you know what big job I took on yesterday?"

Gu Zhen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

Seeing that Song Weiyu didn't speak, he continued: "You know Zongheng, it's the biggest nightclub in southern Beijing."

Nightclub?

Those who work in nightclubs have money coming in like water, and everyone knows how it came about.

So much so that I couldn't spend it all, and it was all ruined in the entertainment industry. The first-line stars who became popular on TV were all sponsored by the nightclub gang in Beijing.

The circle is different. Unlike Song Weiyu and others who work in industry, apart from nodding when they meet, they have almost no interactions.

Seeing Song Weiyu's lazy and uninterested look, Gu Zhen smiled even more meaningfully.

"The boss of Jingnan Zongheng died, and a new boss was replaced yesterday. I have seen their filing materials and transfer documents, and the new boss...guess who he is?"

Song Weiyu couldn't help frowning at being so pushy.

Who else could it be? Could it be...

"Chen Fang."

After Gu Zhen finished speaking, he licked his lips seriously and squinted his eyes. The look of infatuation in his eyes was self-evident.

Song Weiyu's face turned gloomy to the naked eye. No wonder, he said, "I've always been here."

It turned out that he had not left the capital, but there were too many people in the capital who knew Chen Fang, and it was extremely dangerous for him.

That means that this task must be done by Chen Fang...

...Perhaps he is taking advantage of Chen Zanzheng's wide network of contacts in the capital.

Thinking of this, Song Weiyu suddenly broke into a cold sweat.