Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The garden villa is very large, which makes the light, which is not bright to begin with, even weaker.

Song Weiyu was still leaning against the window.

Looking at the moonlight, my mind fell into the whirlpool of memories. This was the first time that I was still sober after drinking so much wine.

She remembered what Fu Haitang asked her tonight. "Open your eyes and see who I am."

For so many years, every drunken night, he would hold her in his arms and ask her over and over again. She only realized belatedly now that it was her preference for Chen Fang for so many years that made him so humble and unsure and unconfident.

Fu Haitang 30 years ago was not such a person.

Song Weiyu was slightly absent-minded, but the corners of his lips were raised, and his eyebrows were a little gentle.

On that scorching summer afternoon, when even cicadas screamed until their voices were hoarse, she ran until fine beads of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose, panting slightly, and bumped into a noble, cold, arrogant, unruly man.

In those few seconds of looking at each other, the story begins dramatically.

So she, an unqualified actor, performed a hearty joy and sorrow.

Song Weiyu showed a helpless smile.

They say that when the stars are connected, you can travel to the past. The starry sky was very bright tonight. She found a string of stars connected together and silently made a wish.

Putting her hands together and opening her eyes again, she thought of the hairpin thrown by Chen Fang at the door of Fu's house.

She shouldn't think about it, but... after struggling again and again, she decided to get it back.

He took out his mobile phone and pressed Butler Zhang's number, but hesitated again... If he called Butler Zhang, he would definitely tell Fu Haitang.

Fu Haitang would think that she was reluctant to let go.

No more disconnection.

I still called Assistant Hao: "My hairpin fell at the door of Fu's house. Go find it for me now and take it to the company tomorrow..."

"Okay, Mr. Song, I'll go right away."

While waiting for Assistant Hao to call back, she was a little worried. She didn't know if she could get it back. What if it was gone...

People always know how to cherish something when they are about to lose it.

Half an hour later, Assistant Hao called back: "Mr. Song, I searched several times and there is no hairpin at the door of Fu's house."

Song Weiyu held the phone in silence, her heart gradually sinking. My throat was congested and I wanted to speak but couldn't.

Looking from the direction of the garden villa, you can just see her back. You can see her slim body wrapped in a suspender nightgown, you can see her white shoulders and straight and slender calves.

Assistant Hao Te stood on the road in front of Fu's house and explained: "Mr. Song, when I came here just now, I saw the sanitation sanitation cleaning the street. The West Second Ring Road is always cleaned early and clean. It must have been swept away as garbage by the sanitation department. .”

Do you regard it as rubbish?

"Okay, I understand, thank you for your hard work."

Song Weiyu held her mobile phone and leaned against the window in a daze, all kinds of tastes mixed together in a mess.

The door was pushed open and she followed the sound.

Chen Fang was only wearing a pair of casual pants, with his muscular upper body bare, and his hair still wet with moisture. He walked towards the window: "I heard your phone ringing, why are you standing here?"

"Is it cold?"

Chen Fang was facing her, touching her arms with both hands. The reason why her left arm was pressed against the window was a little cold.

He rubbed her skin gently, and the rough calluses stung her skin.

She frowned but didn't struggle. Her eyes were attracted to the gauze on his chest. There was blood in several places, which was particularly obvious on the white gauze.

"Does it hurt?"

In addition to the new injuries here, other parts of the chest are crisscrossed with old scars, deep grooves and shallow ravines, which are hideous.

Feeling distressed, she stretched out her hand and gently ran her fingertips over the criss-crossing scars. Almost every scar was evidence of his disregard for life and death.

The fingertips were slightly cold, but his body was burning.

Chen Fang lowered his head and looked at her delicate fingertips rubbing the ugly scars on his body, his eyes sunk slightly and his Adam's apple rolled.

He raised his eyes and looked at her, his voice low and hoarse: "It doesn't hurt, I'm used to it..."

"You know how to coax me, how could you not feel pain?"

Under the moonlight, she only wore a gentle silk suspender skirt. The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and she looked distressed for him.

The shape of the chest is plump and obvious, high and convex. Following the line of the skirt downwards, the waist is tucked in again, making it feel like a tight fit.

This is the woman he has loved for 30 years, a woman who is more important than his life.

The hand on his chest slid across the man's skin inch by inch, raising his breathing rate.

Chen Fang took a deep breath, grabbed her hand that was scraping his chest, turned around and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window.

His thin and white wrists were firmly pressed against the glass.

"on purpose?"

He took another step forward and pressed closer, letting her feel the fire he was making.

"What's the purpose? I just want to touch your injury... let go." The voice was a little anxious, with a sense of grievance.

Song Weiyu frowned slightly and struggled a few times with the wrist that was shackled on the glass, but it didn't move at all.