Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The minute hand rotates around and around, driving the hour hand forward when no one notices.

Near midnight, at 12 o'clock, there was a sound from the elevator.

A tall black figure flashed out, carrying a paper bag, walking quickly into the ward with steady steps.

Li He heard the sound of the elevator opening the door and almost jumped up in excitement. He waited patiently until it arrived.

When there was no sound of footsteps in the corridor, Li He hunched over like a cat stealing things and touched the door of Song Weiyu's ward.

The light in the corridor was so bright that when he squinted and looked through the small glass of the ward door, he felt uncomfortable for a few seconds and could only vaguely see a tall figure from behind.

I thought with a smile in my heart, Master Fu really secretly visited people at night, tsk tsk. Kind of love.

In the ward, the man gently moved a chair and sat in front of the bed. He put the paper bag on the bedside table before looking at her face.

The color in his cheeks has returned a little in the past few days, but his chin is still pointed and thin, and his frame is already small, with only a slight rise and fall under the quilt.

He glanced up at the paper bag. The clothes inside were made according to her previous size, and they must be half an inch too big now.

You have to raise some meat.

This is what she taught him, saying that the size of a cheongsam can only be the size of a glass of wine at most, and any more will not fit him.

So every time she attended a banquet, she ate very little and had to gasp for air even if she drank more than one glass of wine.

It wasn't until I got in the car that I completely relaxed, resting my head on his shoulder, stroking my belly and saying some complaining words.

The person on the bed moved slightly, and his hand fell outside the quilt.

Only then was he willing to look away from her face and turn to his palms. Her hands are very soft, as if they have no bones, and it doesn't hurt when she hits someone.

It hurt like hell to pinch.

Even if his waist is full of muscles, he will be bruised and bruised by her pinching.

After squeezing it, she complained: "It's so hard that it hurts my hands. Blow it for me."

Thinking of her coquettish and unreasonable expression, the man beside the bed smiled helplessly, and couldn't help but hold her hand. His big hand could control her well, and no gaps were exposed.

Her hands were always cold, but they warmed up every time she covered them for a while, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

He tightened his grip a little more, and the hand in his palm moved with him. His heart sank, did she wake him up?

He looked at her eyes tightly, but his eyelashes trembled, and he even breathed carefully.

Sure enough, I still woke up.

He raised the corners of his lips calmly, unable to hide his smile.

Just like he did every night before, he pressed a kiss on her forehead before leaving, let go of his hand, and turned around neatly.

Song Weiyu pretended to be asleep, and felt the warmth on his hands suddenly disappear. He waited patiently for a few seconds, and the only sound in his ears was the sound of his beating pulse.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were empty. Only the faint fragrance of his cologne was left in the air.

With suppressed dissatisfaction in his heart, he lifted the quilt and stood up, looking towards the door. A figure flashed past from behind the glass, obviously avoiding her.

He frowned tightly, rubbed the quilt back and forth, and muttered: "Kiss me again and leave, you coward..."

I wanted to get the paper bag he put on the bedside, but suddenly, the mattress next to me sank slightly.

Two strong hands pressed on her hips and held her in his arms. Before she could turn around, her ears felt warm.

The man's deep voice broke in: "How can I not be timid?"

An extremely familiar feeling enveloped her, and a silent wave surged in her heart, emanating from her eyes along her veins.

"Chen Fang, you didn't leave?"

Song Weiyu turned his head in surprise, his lips touched the corner of the man's lips that were close at hand, and the two looked at each other.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, she saw the hot doting in the man's eyes.

He saw her eyes shining brightly like stars.

Their eyes were entangled, and their warm breaths echoed between their lips, which had almost no gap.

His Adam's apple rolled, and several swallowing movements did nothing to relieve the heating blood. His breathing became heavier, and his eyes quickly darkened with eager questioning.

In the past, in this kind of atmosphere, she would have deliberately teased him with her watery eyes, and then scratched his sanity whether she wanted to kiss him or not. Seeing him struggling and hesitating at the bottom line, when he decided to give up kissing her, she held on to his tie and brought it up to her personally.

His eyes became more intense, and the light seemed to burn her. Looking into his bottomless eyes, Song Weiyu suddenly became distracted.

If he didn't leave.

Who is that outside the door?