Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Sniffing, his handsome face wrinkled: "My dad misses me again, doesn't he? Do you want to go home and see him..."

But neither the second brother nor the eldest brother allowed him to go home, threatening to stop his card if he dared to go home without authorization before the Chinese New Year.

He is not afraid of his father, mother, or uncle, he is afraid of his two brothers.

Scratching his head, forget it, and then drink water...

The psychiatrist looked at the tall and straight man by the window. The sunlight spread behind him and the shadow pressed on the ground.

He understood the disdain on Fu Haitang's face, and also understood the dangerous meaning conveyed to him by the man.

"You said your youngest son's name is Lian Song?"

"Yes, Fu Liansong."

When he said this name, the fierceness in his brows and eyes suddenly dissipated a lot, and the sun passed by the side of his face, illuminating a bit of warmth.

"I can see that you love him very much."

"Of course, although this kid can't tell where he stands and always causes trouble for me. But he was born with great pains during my ten-month pregnancy. I raised him from the age of a puppy to now. I estimate he will return to China at the end of the year, so I'll have to follow him as soon as possible. Just as high.”

The psychiatrist heard his opportunity from Fu Haitang's relatively calm tone.

"Child, sometimes I think too simply and can't tell where I stand. But fortunately, the Third Young Master is protected by you. No one dares to embarrass him. Unlike a class like ours, we don't have the right to choose."

Fu Haitang didn't speak, but still leaned against the window with his hands on his chest.

He raised his chin slightly and stared at him.

The psychiatrist was scratched all over by his increasingly gloomy eyes. If Han Guanshan was a wolf who did not distinguish between black and white, then Fu Haitang must be a tiger who stepped on the capital.

Hundreds of years of Fu family foundation.

industry across Asia.

Turning your hands to make clouds and turning your hands to make rain in the capital.

To put it bluntly, Fu Haitang is a bully wearing the mask of an industrialist who is recognized by the country and sought after by society.

"I'll give you a chance to choose." This superior gesture broke the psychiatrist's last line of defense.

Fortunately, Fu Haitang did not kill them all. He breathed a sigh of relief, but what was puzzling was...

"Director Fu, you have known this for a long time, why are you exposing me now?"

Why does this man have to suffer so much for nothing?

This medicine was given to him by Han Guanshan, so of course it has no medicinal properties...

As far as he knew, not many people could tolerate the effects of this medicine, especially since his depression was so severe and his mental state was not good, and the alkaloids would directly attack his central nervous system.

Could it be that he didn't eat?

"Because if you don't make the show real, your master won't believe it easily. The more real the pain I feel in front of the camera and the harder I struggle to control myself, the more he will really believe it."

The physiologist looked in disbelief and his eyes widened.

After these recent treatments, it can be seen that Fu Haitang cannot pretend to be in pain.

Those throbbing veins, those tight blood vessels, and the sweat that wets my shirt every time it hurts cannot be faked.

"So you really ate it?"

"Ah."

His expression was flat.

It was as if he didn't bother to mention the suffering he had endured during these days.

Guilt flashed in the psychiatrist's eyes, "Dr. Fu, I'm telling you this. This medicine is very powerful. It is unbearable pain and suffering for ordinary people. If it were anyone else, I would have gone crazy."

"Pain? Haha, the pain I suffered from her was much worse than this."

……

The psychiatrist held back a wry smile and felt helpless: "Your feelings for my wife are the most persistent I have seen in all my years in the industry. You are so paranoid that it is like the love written in your DNA that will not stop until death."

Till death?

Fu Haitang read these four words in his mind.

He thought that even if he died and was burned to ashes, every speck of dust would be a tribute to Mrs. Fu.

"Have you and Han Guanshan known each other for a long time?" Fu Haitang asked suddenly.

Otherwise, Han Guanshan would not deign to find a psychiatrist himself. He would just find someone below to do this kind of thing.

"About twenty years ago, I treated him."

"Oh?" Fu Haitang's voice was playful and interested.

The psychiatrist took the initiative to confess: "At that time, his throat was almost cut. After he was finally revived, he became extremely irritable. He killed people every day and expanded his territory crazily."

Fu Haitang darkened his eyes. Of course he knew that in those few years, Han Guanshan became red-blooded and became the underground boss of the capital, and began to extend his hands to Southeast Asia.

"Then do you know who cut his throat?"

Fu Haitang's dark eyes were filled with a bottomless smile, which made the psychiatrist tremble with fear.

"No...I don't know. He killed everyone who knew about this back then. He even...even his father-in-law's family..."

When the psychiatrist thought of Han Guanshan, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Fu Haitang suddenly took out the cigarette case from his pocket, shook out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Okay, I understand, you go out first."

The moment the fire was lit, Fu Haitang stared at the psychiatrist's back through the blue flames, knowing that Han Guanshan had not silenced him for so many things. This doctor was not an ordinary person either.

interesting…