Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

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Su Jin was a little confused and turned to look at the computer. In front of the screen was a huge conference table, with more than 20 people staring at her...

In other words, she was seen just unbuttoning and slapping her mouth?

Su Jin suddenly blushed. Quickly squat down and escape from the camera. Fu Chunhe then pursed his lips and smiled, took the mouse and closed the computer.

The room returned to silence. Su Jin bit her lip and squatted on the carpet, her little face flushed and very pretty. Fu Chunhe looked at her, a little dumbfounded, as if she was fake. After all, he had been looking for her for 8 years but couldn't find her.

Su Jin's muffled voice came: "It's time, bring me the thermometer."

Fu Chunhe remained motionless: "Well, I didn't find it. Where did you stuff it?"

He wasn't looking for it at all!

Su Jin was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and wanted to check the temperature and leave immediately if it was not particularly high. Directly put his hand into Fu Chunhe's shirt.

Fu Chunhe stared at the thick eyelashes of the person in front of him, smiled and stretched out his arms to hug her, put her on his lap, and wrapped his arms around her.

Su Jin wanted to get up, but Fu Chunhe hugged her tightly: "Don't move, my body hurts so much. It hurts even more when you move."

"You still hug me if it hurts? Let go."

Fu Chunhe smiled and said nothing, raised his eyebrows, and motioned for her to continue.

Su Jin blushed and reached out to touch the thermometer, but couldn't find it after touching it for a long time.

A little annoyed. His hands kept sliding across Fu Chunhe's chest. This made Fu Chunhe's body stiffen and his eyes darken again and again. Finally, he couldn't hold it back and said in a low voice, "Su Jin, if you touch me again, something will happen."

After that, he pushed a certain bulge on the base of his leg.

Su Jin frowned and wanted to stand up, but Fu Chunhe held her in his arms: "Su Jin, are you moving again? The more you move, the more you panic..."

Su Jin didn't dare to twist anymore, but she couldn't help breathing heavier: "But the thermometer is gone."

"Well...I just took it out."

"Fu Chunhe! You did it on purpose!"

Su Jin pushed the man away and stood up to look at the thermometer. 39 degrees…

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Fu Chunhe lay on the boss's chair with his legs crossed and his arms propped up. He didn't get up and his face didn't look good: "I don't want to go to the hospital."

"No, it's 39 degrees. I need an injection."

Fu Chunhe repeated with a cold face: "Don't go to the hospital."

Su Jin got dressed, ignored his unreasonable troubles, and walked directly to the door: "I'll wait for you downstairs."

As soon as he opened the door, Fu Chunhe pulled him back and pressed against the door. His voice was hoarse and weak: "Su Jin, can you be patient with me?" I'm so sick...I really don't want to go. I beg you…"

Su Jin's heart melted.

Fu Chunhe bent over, buried his head on Su Jin's neck, and rubbed it: "Please, I won't go to the hospital..."

Su Jin remembered what Uncle Li said, and she became increasingly suspicious that Fu Chunhe was afraid of going to the hospital because he must be sick.

Su Jin reached out and touched Fu Chunhe's cheek: "Okay, if you don't want to go, then be obedient and do whatever I ask you to do."

"Well..." Fu Chunhe's muffled voice came from his neck.

Su Jin opened the quilt and took off Fu Chunhe's shirt. She no longer expected him to be able to support himself.

After taking off his shirt, Fu Chunhe's strong muscles were exposed.

Su Jin avoided her eyes and went to remove his belt, not daring to look up at the burning eyes. He took off his belt and took off his trousers.

Su Jin didn't dare to look anymore and turned her back: "Lie down, I'll boil some hot water for you."

Fu Chunhe, only wearing underwear, snuggled into the quilt and watched Su Jin busy with a smile.

After drinking the water, Fu Chunhe officially started to act coquettishly: "The sun is glaring, please close the curtains. I want to sleep. I didn't sleep well last night."

Su Jin hummed.

"You go to sleep, I want to go back to the store, and when you wake up I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Chunhe stood up directly, with his upper body naked and an unhappy look on his face: "If you leave, I won't sleep for the rest of my life."

The 32-year-old man has no limits to his coquettishness.

Su Jin looked at him and rolled his eyes: "Lie down!"

"No, you stay with me, just like you did when I had a cold before."

Su Jin sighed and thought about asking about the rain. Go over and help him lie down, sit on the edge of the bed and cover him with a quilt: "Well, I won't leave, you go to sleep first."

Fu Chunhe reached out and held her hand before closing his eyes.

For a while, Su Jin thought he had fallen asleep. He wanted to take his hand out, but was pulled into the quilt by Fu Chunhe. His waist was pressed hard by him and he couldn't get out.

Su Jin gasped and pushed Fu Chunhe: "You are crazy, let go."

"I'm crazy because of you, Su Jin..."

Su Jin was stunned, lying on the bed without saying anything and letting him hold her. Fortunately, he was honest and just held her like this and stopped moving.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Chunhe really fell asleep.

Su Jin turned sideways, staring at his handsome face in a daze, and couldn't help but brush her nose and eyebrows.

How could she not love him.

But now, the desire to take revenge on him surpassed everything else. She wanted him to taste the pain she felt back then. Su Jin came close to Fu Chunhe's lips and kissed them gently. Then he put on an indifferent look, got up and got out of bed, and left the hotel.

At night, Fu Chunhe woke up and looked around, but there was no one there.

I woke up suddenly, angry that I slept too much.

He immediately took out his cell phone and called Su Jin's number in this city: Sorry, the other party's phone has been turned off.

Fu Chunhe cursed angrily, stood up and called Uncle Li: "Come pick me up immediately and go find Su Jin."

Half an hour later, Fu Chunhe arrived at the door of Su Jin's house. His hand that wanted to knock on the door was frozen in the air. He heard a fierce collision from inside. A man gasped and said, "How are you, honey? Is your husband awesome?"

With red eyes, he didn't dare to listen anymore and ran downstairs in a hurry.

Uncle Li saw his pale face and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He opened the car door and took him back to the hotel.

I worked hard until midnight again and drank all over the place.

Uncle Li called Su Jin, but he turned off the phone and drove to Su Jin's store without giving up. The door on the first floor was closed, but the lights on the second floor were on. Uncle Li couldn't help but knock on the door.

I kept shouting for a quarter of an hour before someone came to open the door.

Su Jin stood inside the door, wanting Uncle Li to go back and saying that he would not see Fu Chunhe again.

Uncle Li burst into tears and almost knelt down: "Miss Su Jin, many years ago Mr. Fu was caught in the rain all night and was hospitalized. He almost died. The doctor said he shouldn't drink. Now he's drinking himself like crazy in the hotel! Just go and see him. Just take a look.”

Su Jin hesitated. She remembered that it rained heavily in the capital the day Song Weiyu forced him to break up.

Uncle Li continued: "Miss Su Jin, the young master is really going to die."

Ever since they fell in love at the age of 15, Uncle Li called Fu Chun and Master. This call made Su Jin soften her heart and open the door and get in the car.

Indulge yourself one last time, this time after watching him, disappear. Su Jin comforted herself and entered the suite. As soon as she opened the door, the room was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Fu Chun and his black shirt were mostly torn open, and he sat on the carpet with his back against the floor-to-ceiling window. His usually neat hair was scattered on his forehead, and his fine-clothed arms were propped on his legs. He looked decadent and pitiful.

Su Jin walked over and pulled the bottle from his hand: "Stop drinking. I just took cold medicine today. Don't you want to live anymore?"

Fu Chunhe raised his eyes and looked at her, his narrow red phoenix eyes sneered: "Su Jin, Su Jin...hehe."

He smiled miserably as he thought of the voice behind the door.

"Su Jin, is he powerful?"

Su Jin was a little dazed: "What's so great?"