Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Li He came closer, squatted in front of her, and touched her hair.

Song Weiyu shrank with caution, his eyes pleading: "Li He, go see Chen Fang, go see him. It's been four hours, why hasn't he come out yet?"

The voice was so hoarse that some words could not be heard clearly.

Li He was so distressed that he wanted to scold her, but he couldn't even say a word.

He could only coax: "Okay, okay. I'll go see him. Then, can you wait for me here?"

Song Weiyu nodded hurriedly and called to him again: "Whether he can hear it or not, help me tell Chen Fang that when he wakes up, we will get married."

Outside the operating room, everyone looked at her.

The two sons frowned tightly.

They are Fu Haitang's sons. With Fu Haitang's mind and means, they are naturally not good friends.

So these days, the two of them are also secretly investigating Han Guanshan and Chen Fang.

Peeling away the cocoons, they inevitably found out something else.

But it's obvious that mother's current state is really not suitable for further stimulation.

Nowadays, Fu Haitang has been busy with other things, as if plotting a big game of chess. His father's methods have always been mature and advanced, and Song Jingming and Fu Chunhe couldn't find anything.

Mother and Uncle Chen left Fu again.

The group is so big, the burden falls on the two brothers, and they can only sleep a few hours a day.

At this moment, outside the operating room, the mother said these words herself, which undoubtedly made the two sons more worried.

Fu Chunhe's eyes fell on the glass at the corner. The frosted glass material could also reflect a tall figure hidden on the other side.

He walked over and said, "Dad?"

Fu Haitang leaned against the wall, looking down slightly at the marble tiles under his feet.

"Where are your clothes?"

Fu Chunhe really didn't understand why his father, who had always been calm and elegant, appeared in the hospital shirtless.

Moreover, his arms...

"Dad, where did the injury on your arm come from?" Fu Chunhe's eyes were gloomy. He was very familiar with such injuries.

"Dad, have you never committed suicide?"

Fu Chunhe felt a huge pain in his heart, and the words he spoke trembled.

In his eyes, Fu Haitang is always aloof, looking down on everyone, and can easily stir up troubles.

Since he was a child, he knew that he had the most powerful father in the entire capital. Since he was a child, he has been called the eldest son of the Fu family, the son of Fu Haitang.

He never thought that one day he would see his father in such a miserable state.

suicide? Fu Chunhe couldn't imagine it.

Fu Haitang raised his eyes and looked at the son who looked most like him, "I'm fine, don't tell your mother."

"Have you committed suicide? Dad!"

Fu Chunhe became anxious, his eyes turned red, he grabbed his father's wrist and looked carefully at the scars on his forearm.

It's two new wounds.

Fu Chunhe knew about depression, because in those ten years, he could not find Su Jin, and he also hurt himself to divert attention.

But he never thought that depression would come to his strong and steady father.

"Dad, you are suffering from depression, right? Tell me the truth. I am your son! Your biological son! Why didn't you tell me!"

Fu Chunhe suppressed his voice and roared, veins stretched on the back of his hands, and pressed him.

"nothing to say."

"It's just depression." Fu Haitang's voice was calm and his face was expressionless.

Fu Chunhe clenched his fists and paced in place. Just as he was about to speak, Fu Haitang's heavy voice suppressed him: "I'm warning you Fu Chunhe, if you go to investigate things that have nothing to do with you again with Song Jingming, I will I’ll send you two abroad.”

The tone became more serious: "Don't come back to me in your life."

Fu Chunhe was obviously startled.

Sure enough, no move could escape his father's eyes.

"We just... think these things are very strange, and there are too many unreasonable things happening in them. For example, the 20 billion my mother sent to the military, and Uncle Chen..."

"Shut up."

Fu Haitang looked at his son coldly, "If you dare to mess with these things again, I will send Su Jin and Juan Juan to a place where you will never find them again."

Fu Chunhe wilted.

Open your hands and surrender: "Okay, okay, I understand, I listen to you. What about your depression?"

Fu Haitang glanced at his injuries and said, "It's okay. He's being treated. He'll be fine soon."

Seeing that his father was unwilling to talk about it, Fu Chunhe changed the subject: "Dad, how did you know your granddaughter's name is Juan Juan?"

Fu Haitang thought of the little kid who suddenly broke into his office one day, and his eyes were exactly the same as Fu Chunhe's.

He curled his lips and smiled, remembering Fu Chunhe when he was a child.

Thinking of Song Weiyu holding his son who was as big as a puppy, he shouted to him with a smile: "Husband, when can your son go to work and earn money?"

Haha, money addict.

Let her little son earn money for her.

Fu Chunhe looked at the gentleness on his father's face and asked softly: "Why don't you go and see my mother? She is very fragile now and won't be touched by anyone. Only you can get close to her."