Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

With a "boom", she thought the back of her head would hit the solid wood door. She had closed her eyes and prepared to face the pain, but she felt a warm palm.

Although Fu Haitang was furious, he still protected her subconsciously.

But his heartbeat was extremely fast, and his manic and depressive emotions were pervading every cell. If he hadn't been afraid of scaring her, he would have wanted to cut himself hard right now to relieve the pain.

"Why are you running?" The result of trying hard to hold back was a strange hoarseness.

Song Weiyu had never seen Fu Haitang like this before. It was obvious that he was trying his best to hide something in his eyes, but there was still a hint of danger in his eyes.

She panicked and reached out to push his arm.

Fu Haitang groaned, his expression was painful and fleeting.

He glanced at the delicate white hand on his forearm. She could always accurately wreak havoc on his wounds over and over again.

Whether it's in mind or body.

"Let go and stop pulling." She scolded in a low voice, fearing that A Lin at the door would hear something.

"This nonsense? Haha, why do you think I will transfer Yun Yi's shares to you? Well, Mrs. Fu?"

Even if she pressed right on his wound, the pain was unbearable. He didn't let go of his hand and just let her push him hard.

"I didn't ask you to transfer it, I paid for it!"

She pressed against the door, trying her best to avoid Fu Haitang's body that was getting closer.

But there was a huge difference in body size between the two of them, and she had no other way to resist except holding down the man's arm.

Fu Haitang was so painful that he broke into cold sweat and his eyes were bleeding. Afraid that she would see and become suspicious, he could only lean over and bury his head on her shoulder, still refusing to let go.

He wanted to say a few more words and keep her for a while.

Even every second of breathing is heart-burning pain.

"Buy? If you buy Yun Yi, Mr. Song can help that wild man like you?"

After Song Weiyu heard this, he pressed his hand and pinched it hard: "Fu Haitang! Get away!"

He couldn't hold it back, his throat hurt, thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face turned pale.

Song Weiyu finally noticed his trembling and calmed down: "You, what's wrong with you?"

Just pinch him. Does it hurt so much?

She wanted to turn her head to look at him, but Fu Haitang opened the door, pushed her towards the door, and said sternly: "Get out."

Before Song Weiyu could react, the door had been closed heavily.

Mr. Ma and Assistant Yu were leaning against the wall, staring blankly at her who was suddenly kicked out.

Inside, Fu Haitang leaned against the door, his body sliding down weakly, and finally collapsed on the carpet, and his shirt began to be stained with blood.

He raised his head against the door, his whole body dominated by chaotic emotions.

Those emotions that he knew would destroy him, but couldn't control, were running rampant in his body.

I want to cry, but I feel that crying is really pointless.

But irritability and anxiety seemed to attack him from all directions, pressing into his body along the pores, and despair accumulated layer by layer.

He needs to vent.

He needed to open a hole in his body and release them.

Reason tells him that this is wrong! But the behavior is out of control.

He staggered into the bathroom and couldn't wait to pick up Song Weiyu's eyebrow trimmer...

Outside the office, Mr. Ma stood cautiously and tried to disappear on the spot.

Song Weiyu looked at the closed solid wood door and realized that she had just been pushed out by Fu Haitang. She glared: "Nervous..."

If it doesn't sell, it won't be sold. Why push her?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ma, I've made you laugh. Why don't you go to my office and sit down first? You can go in to find Mr. Fu after he's calmed down."

"Alright, alright."

Song Weiyu's office is right next to her. Even though she hasn't been here for many days, the flowers on her desk are still changed every day.

The secretary poured tea for Mr. Ma and went out.

Song Weiyu entered the bedroom in the office and wanted to touch up her makeup.

She usually uses this bedroom for lunch breaks. If she works overtime at night and is too lazy to go back, she and Fu Haitang sleep here.

Of course, that's all in the past.

When he pushed the door open and walked in, he saw that the quilt in the bedroom was scattered on the bed, and Fu Haitang's gray suit and trousers were thrown on the ground next to it.

She thought about it, and Butler Zhang said that Fu Haitang didn't go home last night, so he probably slept here.

He used to always say that the bed in her office smelled better than his, so he always stayed in her bed.

I smiled, washed my hands in front of the bathroom mirror, used the disposable hand towel, and threw it into the trash can when I saw a discarded gray shirt inside.

There was some dark dirt on the delicate fabric.

Maybe, it was sprinkled with red wine.

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At the same time, Fu Haitang was also standing in front of the bathroom mirror.

The two were separated by a wall.

She applied lipstick lightly, pursed her lips, and smiled lightly in the mirror.

His shirt was rolled up high, and under the wound that had just been sutured this morning, another "salvation" hole was added.

The bronze faucet opened wide, mixing with the man's blood with a whirlpool, and flowed into the bottomless city pipes.

He used the pain to gain some sanity and dialed the phone.

"Li Hyuk, am I terrible?"

"Li He, why doesn't she even want to look at me now?"

"Li Hyuk, I really want to die."

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