Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

A blush appeared under her eyelids, "Don't be like this... ugh."

Rejection aroused the man's deeper desire.

Chen Fang leaned over and kissed her, his lips and teeth entangled, biting into pieces and swallowing her words of rejection. Replaced with a slightly rapid breathing.

She didn't let go of her lips until she couldn't breathe. Then he intertwined her fingers and pressed them firmly against the floor-to-ceiling window, and kissed her hotly down her neck...

He held the delicate skin in his mouth, raised his gloomy eyes slightly in lust, and looked out the window through the woman's soft hair.

Settled in the faint light on the top floor of a garden villa that had never been occupied by anyone.

His hands grabbed her waist and gently pushed up her skirt.

"No...ok, you can't...can't exercise violently, as it will tear the sutures of the wound."

Song Weiyu suddenly panicked, a little... distracted. Subconscious rejection.

Chen Fang clung to her chest, his lips buried in her collarbone.

Looking out the window, the two were intimate.

He pressed the curtains and put his palms on her thighs. If he moved it up a little, the hem of the skirt could not cover anything.

A dull and hoarse voice came: "I know, I will just hold you for a while...don't move."

The moment the curtains were about to close, he held her in his arms and left the window in an ambiguous gesture.

The curtains were completely closed, blocking out the moonlight. It can only imagine what will happen in the room next.

The lights of the Suzhou Garden Villa on the southeast side also went out.

The entire garden fell into endless darkness.

How much pain can the darkness bring... It is like the bloody mouth of a beast, swallowing up the man hidden in it, and its teeth just fall on the man's chest.

The huge tearing feeling in his chest ravaged every nerve in his body. Why did it hurt so much? It hurt so much that he was suffocating, and it hurt so much that he couldn't hear any sound.

The pain is so painful that the man wants to die.

The moment blood burst out from his arm, he let out a satisfied sigh...

This is not suicide, this is self-help. Because other places hurt, the chest no longer hurt.

Only if his chest doesn't hurt can he survive.

-

early morning.

An elegant Bentley drove away from the garden villa under the first ray of light on the horizon.

Stopping outside a public hospital, the emergency surgeon was a young man. He looked at the man's slightly pale but still dignified face.

His eyes fell on the inner side of the man's arm, where there was a scratch made by a razor blade. It was very deep, but the blood had solidified on its own, and there were dried blood stains all over the forearm.

The doctor frowned, sterilized, and sutured.

"Fortunately, the injury was to the upper part of the forearm. If it had been to the wrist, your blood vessels would have been severed at this depth."

"You too, you were injured so badly, why didn't you come in time? How much blood was gained and lost..."

The man didn't speak, his face was still pale, and his whole body was filled with a sense of danger.

The young male doctor looked at the flat scratch made by the blade and already guessed that it was made by himself. After looking at the man's million-dollar watch and demeanor, he sighed: "Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but money can't be forgotten..."

He thought that for such a high-quality man, the only thing that could overwhelm him was the responsibility on his shoulders.

It could be bankruptcy, investment failure or something like that.

Even though he stayed up all night in the emergency department, the young doctor was still full of energy. While wiping the sutures, he muttered: "Brother, what's the difference between your appearance and that of a star? You're good-looking and rich, so why can't you think about it?" ?”

He recently took the exam to become a psychological counselor and wanted to continue to show off. He raised his eyes to meet the man's frown, and an invisible sense of oppression enveloped him.

Forget it.

Do your job well.

The surgical scissors repaired the thread, leaving a finely stitched wound on the inside of the arm, stained with dark red blood, covered by the rolled-up gray shirt.

-

At eight o'clock, Song Weiyu was awakened by the sunshine.

I looked outside the automatically opened curtains. It was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly. When will it snow... She flipped through the calendar on her phone and licked her fingers.

There are still 25 days left to get the divorce certificate.

Half a month ago, she couldn't wait to get divorced. Now, when I think about the divorce, I feel depressed.

I can no longer think about Fu Haitang.

Song Weiyu secretly warned himself.

She moved off the bed, walked to the safe, opened the cabinet and took out a vintage ring box. Inside are two encrusted wedding rings, one large and one small, with black diamonds, simple and elegant.

Wait until the day of the first snow and give this pair of wedding rings to Chen Fang. He will definitely be very happy.

Black Diamond was shining, calm and cold, just like him.

Song Weiyu took out the female ring and wanted to try it on her ring finger. She stretched out her hand and saw the white mark that had not faded away. She was startled for a moment.

There was a twinge of pain in my heart.

I reminded myself 10,000 times not to think about Fu Haitang again. Why do all kinds of details always pop up, forcing her to think about them?

He seemed to have invaded every cell in her.

Song Weiyu put the ring back again and called the nanny: "Among the things I brought with me the day I came here, there was a wooden box. It was very delicate and beautiful. It's about this big. Have you seen it?"

The nanny put her hands in front of her belly and answered her carefully: "Madam, I just brought your suitcase to the room that day. Your stuff was actually put away by your husband. Ask him, he will definitely know where it is. "