Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

As for Song Jingming, Sun Hexi was a little selfish.

He didn't want Song Jingming to be involved in this business.

After all, Wen Ying has always been with him.

How could that little bean sprout endure such a dark and bloody underground world?

If Song Jingming was really pulled into this messy vortex, that little bean sprout would be the first victim to be eaten.

When he thought of this, Sun Hexi couldn't bear it.

His heart ached inexplicably. This was something he had never felt before.

……

It was bright.

A bird was chirping outside the window, and Song Weiyu woke up to the man's warm eyes.

She smiled, hugged Chen Fang's waist tightly, and sounded aggrieved.

"You scared me to death, Chen Fang, don't take any more risks in the future."

The man rubbed her hair and kissed her, "Don't be afraid. I told you I will never leave you."

"Does it hurt?" Song Weiyu touched the injury on Chen Fang's shoulder, his eyes filled with distress.

"It hurts, but as long as you don't get hurt..."

Song Weiyu nuzzled into his arms, and her guilt for Chen Fang increased: "Can I make porridge for you? I won't go anywhere these days, I will just serve you here!"

She kissed Chen Fang on the lips and got out of bed.

Chen Fang smiled as he watched the woman busy with her business. Those things she wanted to say could not be confessed now.

I want to keep her private like this.

Fu Haitang can protect her, so can he.

An hour later, Song Weiyu stirred the porridge in the bowl and fed it to the man on the bed one spoon at a time.

"Is it delicious?"

Chen Fang smiled and raised her eyebrows. She worked in the small kitchen for an hour before cooking a strange bowl of vegetable porridge.

"Have you not tasted it yourself?" He asked after drinking almost half a bowl.

Song Weiyu put the spoon into his mouth, ate half of it, and frowned. Then he put the spoon to the man's mouth: "I don't care, you have to eat it if it doesn't taste good!"

Chen Fang took the half spoonful of porridge she hadn't finished and swallowed it in one gulp, smiling even more.

He kept staring at her, wishing that time would freeze at this moment.

Song Weiyu blushed when he looked at him, feeling that his eyes looked aggressive today.

"What are you looking at?"

"Do you regret following me in the future?"

Song Weiyu was holding the bowl. She didn't put any makeup on, but she had a charming look on her face. She stared at him with unclear eyes and said, "I don't regret it."

"Then let me ask another question," Chen Fang straightened up and took her hand: "If you were given another chance, would you still choose me?"

Song Weiyu suddenly choked up.

Too many things happened during this period, and what made her most uneasy was that her love for Fu Haitang became increasingly difficult to control.

She would unconsciously get close to him, and when she was drunk, she couldn't help but miss him, and even miss his body and warmth.

If she was given another chance to choose.

Can she really let go of Fu Haitang and choose Chen Fang?

Thinking of the kiss on the stairwell last night and his admission of a relationship with another woman...

"Yes, no matter how many times, I will choose to fight alongside you."

Fighting side by side, Chen Fang was not satisfied with this word.

He asked: "What are you going to do if I really die this time?"

Song Weiyu was stunned, why do you always ask these strange things today?

"Are you serious?"

Chen Fang nodded. If she chooses to go back and be her Mrs. Fu, then he will be really cruel and return her to Fu Haitang.

"I will avenge you."

Song Weiyu leaned her side on his shoulder and rubbed: "I have a lot of money. I will offer a reward to whoever kills you. I will use all my wealth to buy his life, and then kill him with my own hands to avenge you."

Chen Fang rubbed her hair all the time, curled his lips and smiled, and his heart became softer.

He thought that he would never let go.

Sun Hexi watched the two of them finish breakfast and came in with a stack of documents.

While Song Weiyu was going to the kitchen to wash dishes, he whispered to Chen Fang:

"Boss, Jingnan won last night. Han Guanshan took action very quickly, and the battle was huge. 300 people came and took Zhu Yan's company directly."

Chen Fang frowned: "Zhu Yan is not dead?"

"Not dead..." Sun Hexi answered truthfully.

Chen Fang paused for a few seconds, "Something's wrong. According to Han Guanshan's temperament, he will definitely kill Zhu Yan on the spot. Zhu Yan must have promised him something. He has found someone to follow Zhu Yan these days. If it doesn't work, just kill him."

"it is good."

Sun He looked at the woman in the kitchen, his eyes wandering, "Boss, there are already a lot of things going on in our own territory. Now that Jingnan is included, I really can't handle it myself."

"Yes, I know. If you have any work, just bring it to the hospital directly. I can also work here."

Sun Hexi nodded muffledly and put a pile of documents on the coffee table.

Song Weiyu wiped his hands, looked at Chen Fang and said displeasedly: "You are not well yet, so you can't work too hard. Let me approve the documents for you..."