Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Li Hyuk stood in the elevator again, feeling that this scene was really... full of drama.

He spent money to buy clothes, returned to the ward, and threw the clothes on the bed under Song Weiyu's evasive eyes.

"Tell me, besides Fu Haitang, who can afford to support you?"

"How much it cost, I will transfer it to you."

"Do I mean money?" Li He glanced at her.

Song Weiyu pursed her lips and opened the mobile banking to transfer money to him. Li He grabbed the phone and pressed black: "Come on, my brother can ask for your money? I'll buy you candy."

Song Weiyu was not pretentious. Anyway, Li He would definitely get the money back from Fu Haitang in the future.

His fingers caressed the turquoise green satin box, and the dark lines on it brought a slight sense of wrinkles. After hesitating for a few breaths, he opened the box.

The hand-woven brocade has a dense and soft texture, with layers of intertwined gold threads, each one in the most appropriate position. It is a temperature that cannot be knitted by machines.

The color is also beautiful, with a blue background and plain waves, and the waves and water patterns are like the sea. It is the most complicated and difficult pattern to weave.

She longed for freedom, and he once gave her a whole sea. In that sea, he took care of how she rolled, how she made waves, how she went up to the sky and down to the earth.

Song Weiyu smiled, the box was gently locked, and the retro buckle clicked down, which was equivalent to a lock.

Li He was applying a special medicine to remove scars on her feet, saying that it could speed up the growth of tissue cells, so that after the treatment, there would be no hard scars.

Top private hospitals always have medicines that ordinary people cannot access.

For example, injections that can kill cancer cells, potions that can cure rare diseases, and gene therapy that can awaken cells.

But... Why does this small skin injury on her body become more painful the more it is treated?

My feet hurt and my heart hurt.

"Li He, are you a quack doctor?"

Li He raised his eyebrows, smiled, and gently applied medicine to her feet.

"Haha, you think I didn't apply it well? I must not be as patient as Fu Haitang. He applied the medicine to you while blowing air on your broken foot. I wish I could give you a kiss."

Song Weiyu said nothing, but his slender eyebrows slowly knitted together.

"Fu Haitang? When did you apply medicine on me?"

Li He hesitated: "Hey, I'm sorry, he didn't let me say it, so I accidentally slipped it out. You pretended you didn't hear it!"

It would be better not to say this.

It's like a feather hanging on the heart. If a gust of wind blows, it will scratch it. If it doesn't blow, it will feel dry and itchy.

She wanted the wind to soothe her, but she didn't want to be doubly itchy after being scratched.

I wanted to hear Li He explain in detail, but I was afraid that after he finished explaining, there would be an even bigger gap in my heart.

"Li He...you are such a quack. I will never seek treatment from you next time."

Li He raised his eyebrows and blew a few puffs on her wound. The moist ointment dried faster: "That's good. The total number of patients from the first floor to the 33rd floor can't keep up with what I need to treat you alone." energy."

When did Director Li work overtime? If she had a slight injury or pain, he would have to stay in the hospital all night waiting to be called.

Li He leaned on the back of the chair again, crossed his hands on his chest and said, "You're so heartless. Let's go. I'll take you for a chest X-ray to see if you really have puppy lungs."

……

Song Weiyu rolled his eyes and gave him one, and didn't want to ask Fu Haitang when he applied the medicine to her.

Not rare, not rare!

"It was that night...you throw it away." Li He took the initiative to speak.

"Shut up! I won't listen!"

She covered her ears and shook her head. But she probably guessed it, because she remembered that the next day she looked at the instep and wondered why she had applied it so carefully this time.

If you throw away the ring and you can't get it back, just pretend he never came.

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The next morning, when I opened the window, the first breath of air was a chill that slightly irritated my nasal cavity.

The huge temperature difference between morning and night makes pedestrians on the road dress as if they are not in the same season.

Gu Zhen came to Fu's with the contract signed by Song Weiyu, stepped into this majestic building made of reinforced concrete, looked at the two extremely strict access control in the lobby on the first floor, and opened the WeChat video.

Song Weiyu's plain face was revealed, and she frowned slightly, just like every morning when she came to the company before, she walked in front of Chen Fang and Fu Haitang with the same arrogant expression.

Gu Zhen smiled politely and held up the video on her mobile phone. The security guard let her go, the front desk greeted her, and the employees avoided her.

The administrative P6 specialist personally swiped the last employee access card for her.

Still bending over the woman on the phone: "Director Song, good morning."

While waiting for the elevator, Song Weiyu suddenly approached the camera and whispered: "Look to your right, the most handsome and tallest person is the deputy manager of the security department I told you about."

Gu Zhen raised his head and took a look. He had a pretty face. Her eyes refused to obey and fell directly on his crotch.

Tsk…

Bulging...

The young man has a bright future.