Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She held her hands on the edge of the chair, her fingertips turning slightly white.

From this angle, Fu Haitang needed to look up at her. His brown eyes followed her avoiding eyes like a pilgrim.

Song Weiyu's heartbeat was so fast that she seemed to agree on her behalf. She bit her lip, using the pain to regain some sense, regretting that she had thrown away her high heels just now.

Alcohol is not a good thing, it can expose hypocritical lies and allow you to touch your inner desires in dizziness.

Does it mean that after drinking, you really can’t lie?

Or maybe in most cases, people use alcohol to deliberately say things that they usually dare not say.

The words that were about to come out were on her lips, and she bit her lip to prevent them from jumping out.

"What are you doing...ah!" When she hesitated, Fu Haitang had already stood up, wrapped her coat around her body, and held it across her arms.

"I want to hug you, okay?"

Go out the door.

"You, please let go of my sister-in-law!" Ah Yuan saw Fu Haitang coming out with Song Weiyu in his arms, and wanted to come up and snatch her away, but she didn't have enough confidence.

After all, people are protected by marriage laws.

Shao Guoren hugged him. Although he couldn't beat Ah Yuan, they were about the same size and could fight each other for a few moves.

"Young man, listen to me, we are not divorced! It is only natural that he hugs his wife!"

Shao Guoren hugged him hard and received two punches. He couldn't resist anymore.

Seeing Fu Haitang walking towards the garden with Song Weiyu in his arms, he held his chest and stepped aside. With a wave, four men wearing masks came out from beside the pillar.

"Just stop him, don't hurt him." Shao Guoren pointed at Ah Yuan.

Fu Haitang had already carried Song Weiyu to the garden outside the restaurant.

In Su's garden under the moonlight, a layer of jade-white gauze is gathered on the rockery, and along the path are fallen chrysanthemums that have fallen but are still stubbornly hanging on the branches.

A little wind blew, and her feet and calves were still exposed in the air. The cold wind stirred up, slightly stretching her insteps.

The alcohol in the body was stirred up by the gust of wind, and instead of calming down, it became even hotter.

Song Weiyu squinted her eyes and huddled in his arms, feeling the pounding in her chest beside her ears. The wind blew again, and she could hardly see the scenery on the roadside due to the alcohol.

"Fu Haitang..." she shouted vaguely.

"Ok?"

He looked down at the person huddled obediently against his chest and couldn't help but laugh. It's been a long time...she hasn't been so obedient.

The world in Song Weiyu's eyes had turned into overlapping shadows. She looked up at him and blinked but still couldn't see his face clearly.

He stretched out his hand, gently stroked his chin, and shouted persistently, "Fu Haitang..."

He chuckled twice and said softly: "I'm here."

"Will you always be here?"

She didn't know what she was talking about, or maybe the alcohol was speaking for her.

Fu Haitang looked at the bluestone path ahead, with warm yellow lights shining quietly on the stone curb. It wouldn't be bad to just hold her and go on like this.

"Then do you want me to be here all the time?" In fact, he knew the answer, but maybe she would give another answer when she was drunk.

Song Weiyu didn't speak, closed his eyes slightly and pressed against his chest, looking absently at the warm moon in the night sky.

Even if she doesn't want to, he will always be there and she can't drive him away, right?

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The driver had already been waiting by the car with the key in hand. He had already walked around the Bentley several times and tapped the electronic wooden fish: Don't touch this luxury car tonight...

From a distance, I watched a tall and noble man walking towards me with a barefoot woman in his arms.

The woman's slender, white legs dangled slightly in the air.

He quickly averted his eyes, opened the rear door, and asked by the way: "Excuse me, what is your address?"

Address, Fu Haitang was silent. Take her home. Will she be angry when she wakes up tomorrow? But how could he be willing to send her to Xiangshan Lake?

"Go to Xiangshan Lake." I was still afraid that she would be angry.

He carried her into the back seat and was reluctant to put her down, still holding her across his lap. His hand held her calf, which was a little cold.

He slowly covered it and stroked it gently, trying to warm her calf. But after touching it, he grasped her slender ankle. He looked sideways and could wrap it around with one palm...

He swallowed and suppressed his random thoughts.

Looking back at her, the eyelashes of the person in his arms trembled slightly, and his eyes were blurred and opened and closed like mist. The man remained obediently, letting him restrain his ankles.

Fu Haitang smiled, but he was still drunk after all.

The heating in the car gradually heated up, and the alcohol in Song Weiyu's body began to catalyze and dissipate. Even the breath he exhaled was drunken.

His whole face was buried in Fu Haitang's shoulder, and his breath was filled with the smell of a man.

The smell was too familiar and comforting, or maybe she hadn't smelled it for too long. She put one hand on the man's shoulder and moved closer to his neck, almost touching it.

With a rush of hot air, Fu Haitang tensed his muscles and immediately tilted his head to avoid it.

"Hmm..." She frowned and hummed dissatisfied, her tone was like tonight's red wine, sweet and sweet.

But she had no idea that the man was about to explode, so she just crawled into his arms, rubbed against his neck, and greedily smelled the scent of him that made her feel at ease.

Fu Haitang's breathing became heavier, and the hand holding her ankle gradually tightened.

Those scenes of shaking, hitting, and crying for mercy were overwhelming.

"Change the route and go to the West Second Ring Road, Fu's House."

The driver's eyes widened in surprise... He suddenly glanced at the man with an extremely ugly face in the rearview mirror, and his mind turned around: Oh my god, I received the person on the ranking list today.

Wow, I really want to see who the woman in his arms is...

Just as he was thinking about it, the legendary baffle slowly rose from the bottom up. The light-transmitting and opaque material isolated his sight.

At the moment when the kiss reached the top, Fu Haitang lowered his head and captured the woman's lips. All the forbearance tonight was released in this gradually deepening kiss.

She raised her head and was forced to accept it, her hands gripping the shirt on the man's chest bit by bit, no longer thinking about anything else, she just responded to him.

The one-shoulder neckline was pulled open, and Fu Haitang's hands wandered around her collarbone and shoulders, unable to help but move down...

She was so hot that she couldn't breathe, and the feeling of emptiness spread from bottom to top. She couldn't help opening her mouth to hum and pray, but she didn't get what she wanted. He could only gently swing his waist to relieve the heat flowing through his body.

No matter how well-sealed the car is, the whimpering sound will still spread to the front.

Fu Haitang reluctantly let go of her lips, looked at her confused and watery eyes, and whispered comfort in her ear: "I'll give it to you when I get home..."

She was so drunk that she didn't know why, but she understood this sentence.

She buried her face in his neck and didn't dare to move.

The street lights outside the car quickly retreated, and the Bentley pierced the darkness like a beast, speeding down the lonely road.

When her whole body was so limp that she was almost drowsy, the car stopped smoothly, and a gentle coat wrapped her body that was warmed by alcohol.

"Good boy, we're home." Someone kissed her on the cheek.

She said 'hmm' without opening her eyes and allowed the man to carry her back to the room.

Fu Haitang put her on the bed, took off her torn long dress, looked at the bra sticker...his eyes darkened, and he took it off.

She may have sensed that this was where she was used to sleeping, so she moved and rolled into the quilt. I reached out and touched the side, but couldn't find a familiar feel after touching it for a few times.

"husband……"

The voice was full of dissatisfaction and coquettishness, as if she was blaming the man for missing his whereabouts.

Fu Haitang paused while untying his belt. Wine is such a good thing...

Then he sped up his undressing speed.

The mattress next to her sank slightly, and the familiar scent of cedar came. She turned over and moved into his warm and wide arms, resting her head on his arm, and then raised one leg to rest on his waist.

Her usual sleeping position.

Fu Haitang laughed. She took the initiative tonight, right?

If she opens her eyes tomorrow and sees herself lying naked on this bed, she probably won't be angry...

The person in his arms rubbed against him restlessly, making him breathe harder.

Fu Haitang endured it again and again, but when his palms were pressed against her waist, the soft touch came from her skin, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip.

"Hmm... um..." She was dissatisfied with the power and felt a little painful.

This stringy tone accurately landed on Fu Haitang's tight string. He pulled her legs apart and pressed her underneath him.

He tilted his head and bit her neck.

When she was drunk, she was as hot as a piece of chocolate about to melt. The more he kissed her, the more he couldn't stop, and the more he wanted to suck in the wine inside.

Finally, the person beneath him began to moan, and his cheeks turned red, which was different from drunkenness. When she straightened her waist to meet her, he backed away slightly.

"Open your eyes and see who I am."

He put his arms on both sides of her chest and looked at her in the moonlight shining through the window lattice, waiting persistently for her to open her eyes.

After all, Chen Fang sent her back when she was drunk before. He also heard her drunkenly crying countless times: "Fu Haitang, don't touch me."