Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"I drank too much and remembered some things from the past."

She threw herself into his arms, hugged the man's waist tightly, and buried her face in his chest, like a hiding ostrich.

Chen Fang drove with one hand, took out one hand to stroke her hair, gently pulled her hair, and forced her to look up.

"Who did you call just now?"

He showed no mercy and pulled the ostrich out.

The woman's muffled voice: "To Fu Haitang"

She told the truth because call records don't lie. Even if Chen Fang doesn't look at her phone now, he will check her call records later.

He immediately flattered softly: "Don't be angry, it was Shao Guoren who asked me to call him. He said he couldn't find Fu Haitang, and he didn't answer the phone after calling him for two days. He was also concerned..."

If they don't answer the phone, why do you answer the call?

Chen Fang curled his lips and looked at her meaningfully.

He had a stern appearance, and this brief smile was even more sinister.

Song Weiyu realized that what he said was wrong and shut up.

After Chen Fang smiled briefly, his face became more expressionless.

Song Weiyu could only coax and put his hand into Chen Fang's palm resting on the center console.

"Don't be jealous, everyone is following you home."

"I won't contact him again, okay?"

There was an itchy friction in Chen Fang's palm, and the woman's soft fingertips were scratching his rough skin.

His Adam's apple rolled up and his voice became deeper: "Don't seduce me, it's useless."

It's quite difficult to coax.

"It's useless? What about this?"

She put her hand on Chen Fang's lower abdomen again, touching it again and again.

Chen Fang frowned slightly and breathed a little heavier. He held her hand that was moving around and intertwined his fingers: "This is the last time. I don't want you two to contact me again, especially when you are drunk. Also, if you drink again in the future, go to Zongheng to drink."

What do you mean, she is not allowed to go to bars outside?

"Oh, I got it." Although she was a little unhappy, she still agreed obediently.

Chen Fang held her hand tightly and counted the days until her divorce in his mind. The car speeded up and moved in the direction of Xiangshan Lake.

—

At West Beijing Hospital, Fu Haitang returned to the ward.

He took out the medicine and took it all, regardless of whether the pills irritated his throat or not.

Except for the trembling hand holding the cup, his brows were dull.

It's just another case of being sentimental.

Li He stood next to him, observing his facial expression: "Are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

"It's very good. His medical skills are good. I think I will be completely cured after another 22 days of treatment."

Fu Haitang looked at his leather shoes, which were slightly wrinkled. After returning from Paris, she no longer "distressed" his new shoes.

Now, he just wears whatever he used to wear.

But people have to change their habits, whether they are forced or voluntary. Let's start with the shoes, he can wear new ones too.

"Li He, please go, I'm fine. I'm sleepy."

Before Li Hyuk leaves, turn off the light for him.

The ward was dark, and he opened his eyes slightly in the dark night. He suffered from severe insomnia and couldn't sleep at all. Even if he slept for a while, he would only dream about her.

Whether good or bad, it always makes him break out in a cold sweat.

The next day, the psychiatrist came early.

I did a simple physical examination and started hypnosis. Perhaps Fu Haitang was working hard to cooperate, so he successfully entered deep hypnosis today.

The psychiatrist remembered what the teacher said, 'First guide him to express the most painful things in his heart.'

Only by facing problems head on can we overcome them.

The man on the treatment chair was not in as much pain as before, but he still frowned slightly and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Director Fu, why are you in so much pain?"

"because of her…"

Fu Haitang seemed to be resisting speaking, and always spoke very briefly.

The psychiatrist could only ask more carefully: "Is it because she doesn't love you anymore? Or is it because she insists on getting a divorce?"

The answer is definitely one of these two.

"No, neither."

neither?

The psychiatrist suddenly looked back at Fu Haitang, and the man began to clench his fists, indicating that he was trying his best to resist hypnosis.

Last time, when this issue was brought up, he resisted fiercely...