Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Chunhe leaned on the sofa like a man of the house. The expensive suit was incompatible with the fabric sofa.

She glanced at her husband coldly, looking up and down carefully.

As proud as he is, he has lived for 32 years and discriminates against every man equally. Unable to help but compare everywhere, his hair is not as thick as mine, his eyes are not as attractive as mine, his legs are not as long as mine...not to mention his appearance.

After a long time, Zhang Hejin was stared at and turned to the kitchen: "Su Jin, go and see him. He seems to have drunk too much. He is a bit scary."

Su Jin was looking at the vegetable porridge in the pot in a daze, then turned around and came out.

Fu Chunhe put away his anger, smiled at her obediently, pointed at the iodophor, and patted the sofa next to him.

Su Jin rushed up angrily, gritting her back molars and sitting next to Fu Chunhe. Just when she was about to get angry, she smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

Fu Chunhe didn't drink often and didn't often appear in gossip magazines. The last time Su Jin saw him online was five years ago.

It was exaggerated in the gossip news that the eldest son of the Fu Group drank too much every night and went to the hospital countless times to have his stomach cleaned, but this time he violently beat a woman. In the secretly filmed video, Fu Chunhe pushed the woman and cursed: "Go away, don't touch me, you are not her, if you touch me again I will kill you."

Su Jin understood it as soon as she saw the woman's photo on the Internet. Somewhat similar to myself.

This incident had a great impact on Fu's stock price at the time. In the end, Song Weiyu came forward to calm the matter.

Su Jin recalled Song Weiyu and couldn't help but feel a sore nose. The pain in her heart also made her more aware. She was not worthy of being a big boss in the capital like the Fu family for generations.

"Mr. Fu, this little injury is not a problem. Come on, my husband and I are going to eat."

When Fu Chunhe heard her carelessly calling out the word husband, he couldn't help but blush and began to pretend to be pitiful: "I drank too much and my stomach hurts."

Su Jin said nothing and tried hard to suppress the emotions rolling in her heart.

Zhang Hejin came out with the dishes: "Su Jin cooked vegetable porridge, let's eat together. Every time I drink wine, Su Jin cooks this porridge, saying it is to nourish the stomach."

Both of them were silent in the living room, but their eyes were shining with tears. Su Jin got up and went into the kitchen, helped her husband serve the dishes, and took the opportunity to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Fu Chunhe swallowed his tears and sat at the dining table, like a second uncle, waiting for the two people to serve. Wearing a suit and leather shoes, he looked very eye-catching in this house of less than 100 square meters.

Zhang Hejin served half a bowl of porridge to Fu Chunhe: "Mr. Fu has been drinking, please try this porridge to warm your stomach."

Fu Chunhe picked up the spoon. His hands were as long and fair as before, and his fingertips were as clean as a woman's. Su Jin forced herself not to look at him and deliberately picked up chopsticks to pick up food for Zhang Hejin.

The two of them treated each other with respect and were very harmonious.

Fu Chunhe smiled sadly and swallowed the vegetable porridge in his mouth. It tasted exactly the same as before. Slowly said: "Su Jin, are you very happy now?"

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

Fu Chunhe stopped talking, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge, got up and left. The moment he pushed the door open, Zhang Hejin saw the tears on his face.

"Su Jin, do you want to catch up?"

"Don't chase."

"But he was drunk. Isn't it not good to do this? You obviously..."

"Shut up and eat."

Fu Chunhe went out and stood at the door for a long time, but he didn't see her chasing him out. When he got downstairs in the community, he called Song Jingming: "Brother, I met Su Jin and she got married. What should I do? She looks very happy."

Song Jingming's cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "Get married? Well, I'm old enough that I should get married."

"Brother, what should I do? What should I do? Can I give her husband a sum of money and let him get a divorce?"

"Okay, fine, and then Su Jin hates you even more, haha."

Fu Chunhe couldn't stop crying and was sobbing pitifully. He was completely different from the ruthless Mr. Fu who had dominated the business world in the past. His tall figure huddled on the stone bench downstairs and kept crying and wailing.

Song Jingming was noisy by him and put down his work, and said patiently: "It's a good thing to find Su Jin. Brother, haven't you heard that good girls are afraid of pestering men? Do you understand? Besides, you have been looking for her for 8 years, and it's not easy now." If you find her, are you willing to let her go? If it were me, I would cling to her until she falls in love with me again."

In fact, what Fu Chunhe needs is someone to firmly tell him not to let go.

After hanging up the phone, he went back upstairs without hesitation, but this time he didn't knock on the door and just sat on the stairs.

One sitting lasts all night.

Su Jin went out the next day and was shocked.

He was outside the door, his fitted suit was dirty, his eyes were green, and his neatly styled hair had a few strands falling off. He was leaning against the stairs and taking a nap.

The heartache came over me instantly.

Zhang Hejin looked at the man at the door and shook his head repeatedly: "This damn man is quite infatuated and handsome. Alas, it's a pity that I have..."

"Shut up and go pick up Xiaochao at the airport. He'll be back today." Su Jin pushed Zhang Hejin down the stairs.

Zhang Hejin turned around with a bad intention and said with a smile: "Then can Xiaochao and I go home tonight? I'm afraid I'll disturb you, or we'll sleep in a store?"

Su Jin gave Zhang Hejin a hard look and closed the door again. She didn't notice at all that the man outside the door had a fever. Leaning behind the door, Su Jin thought of their past. She had loved this man deeply for more than ten years, but was forced to separate by his mother. But what his mother said back then was right.

She couldn't hate his mother, but she didn't dare to stay by Fu Chunhe's side. Besides, his mother was already engaged to him at the time, so she had no choice but to leave.

Although I don’t know why, the engagement that year was cancelled.

But this journey lasted for 8 years. After 8 years of vicissitudes of life, she couldn't be sure whether she still loved him.

A man's voice sounded outside the door, indicating that he was seeking sympathy. Su Jin didn't want to pay attention to it, so she washed her face and planned to go directly to the store.

When I walked to Fu Chunhe, I realized that he was blushing abnormally. When I reached out and touched it, it was indeed very hot.

Su Jin felt distressed. But with his height of 188cm, how could he carry him? I could only push him: "Fu Chunhe, wake up."

The man opened his eyes, filled with confusion and helplessness: "Is it you? I'm dreaming again..."

Su Jin's nose felt sour, and she couldn't help but wet her eyes: "You have a fever, get up, it's cold outside."

The man ignored her and put his arm around Su Jin, holding her tightly for fear of losing her again: "Su Jin, is it you?"

Su Jin's Yingying waist was held in Fu Chunhe's arms, and she couldn't move at all. She was afraid that the neighbors would come out and catch her, so she hurriedly coaxed him: "It's me, it's me. Fu Chun and you let go first."

"No, I don't want it. If I let go, you'll disappear."

Su Jin couldn't harden her heart after hearing his coquettish voice, so she could only coax patiently: "You have a fever, it's cold outside, I'll take you home, please be obedient."

Only then did Fu Chunhe let go and obediently was led into the house by Su Jin.

His eyes were filled with little thoughts of success.

Su Jin went to get the thermometer and asked Fu Chunhe to take off his frozen suit. When he turned around and came back, Fu Chunhe was still sitting in a daze, staring at her.

Su Jin sighed and went to undress the eldest young master.

The suit had been frozen overnight, like vegetables freshly taken out of the refrigerator. Breathing cold air.

Su Jin patiently unbuttoned him, deliberately not looking at his burning eyes. After taking off his suit, there was only a black shirt left inside, with two buttons already unbuttoned, revealing Fu Chunhe's smooth neck.

Su Jin's ears were a little red and she wanted to pour hot water, but Fu Chunhe grabbed her and said, "Why don't you take off your shirt if it's cold?"