Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It's been a long, long time since I heard such a gentle voice from her.

He, who was still struggling in the hallucination just now, suddenly became quiet.

The hands covering his ears, trying to block out the voices that were laughing at him, gradually relaxed.

Fu Haitang stared blankly at the person in front of him.

The numerous figures gradually merged into one, and then it became clear that it was really her.

Seeing Song Weiyu, he suddenly felt a great sense of security.

What followed was even more grievance.

As strong as he is, he will also feel aggrieved by the sudden dependence.

"Honey, they bullied me." Tears fell as he spoke.

The man, nearly 190cm tall, huddled on the carpet under the bed with his legs bent, his eyelashes clumped together with tears. He slowly took his hands from his ears and looked around with fear.

"Honey, they are surrounding me, let them go, let them go."

The man who had always been calm, elegant, and arrogant suddenly burst into tears and talked nonsense, going crazy.

Zhao Han took a step back in fear and kept a distance from him.

His eyes were full of disbelief and disgust.

Seeing that Song Weiyu was about to leave, Fu Haitang suddenly grabbed the woman's wrist and squeezed it tightly, fearing that she would disappear if he let go.

"Where are you going?"

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked, choking.

"Honey, I didn't mean to scratch you last night. I couldn't control my emotions. Can you please come back?"

Without any order in his words, Fu Haitang grabbed the fruit knife on the table and handed it to 'Song Weiyu' as if to please.

"Ah! Madman! Get away!"

Zhao Han looked at the crazy man in horror. His eyes were full of violence, and he held the fruit knife tightly and swung it at her.

But Fu Haitang was too strong and she couldn't break away at all.

"Crazy, let go! I'm not your wife. If you're so crazy, your wife will be scared to death by you!"

While struggling, Fu Haitang's eyes fell on the side of the woman's face.

Why are there no scars?

He pulled Zhao Han closer, his nose was close to the woman's neck, and he smelled the strong scent of perfume.

Fu Haitang gradually let go of his hand, it wasn't her.

Of course not, she was arrogant.

Zhao Han ran out of the bedroom at the right time and called Han Guanshan: "Cousin, Fu Haitang is really crazy. He seemed to be hallucinating just now. He thought I was Song Weiyu and wanted to kill me with a knife."

"Cousin, what should I do?"

Han Guanshan's men have invaded the hotel's monitoring system.

He was looking at the door of the suite on the surveillance camera, "Don't come out, sleep if you can. If you can't, stay in the suite until tomorrow morning!"

A man and a woman were alone in the same room for a whole night. Who would believe that nothing happened?

"But cousin, I'm scared. He was really scary just now. He looked more than crazy..."

Han Guanshan smiled arrogantly and sharply, and his goal was achieved.

"Zhao Han, you don't want to be Mrs. Fu anymore? When he is completely controlled by me, won't he have to marry you if I ask him to marry you?"

Zhao Han forced herself to calm down, but she didn't dare to enter the suite bedroom again. She wanted Fu's assets and her life.

In the bedroom, Fu Haitang stared at the glass of medicine filled with water.

This was the medicine Han Guanshan gave him from the psychiatrist.

Originally, this water was prepared for Zhao Han.

But at this moment, Fu Haitang swallowed, and the water seemed to be attracting him.

He knew he couldn't drink it, but every cell in his body seemed to have thoughts, constantly urging him to drink it.

As he reached for the glass, he looked at the water like a fish about to be dried.

At the same time, I also saw red marks on the roots of my fingers.

The unscathed wound was particularly obvious, it was the wedding ring carved into his body.

For her sake, no drinking. Fu Haitang threw the water glass away and the glass shattered on the floor.

But now he was not only depressed, but his whole body was unbearable as if tens of thousands of ants were biting him. He finally took out his cell phone and called Song Weiyu with his last lucidity.

On the phone, the ringtone rang for a long time.

"Take it, pick it up..."

"Why. Didn't even answer the phone."

His voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak clearly when he muttered to himself.

—

Under the same night sky, Song Weiyu was taking a bath.

The phone vibrated on the table, and Chen Fang picked it up.

Remarks is not the full name, only the character 'Fu'.

Chen Fang glanced in the direction of the bathroom, hesitating whether to give it to her or hang up.

"Hey."

Fu Haitang held the phone and listened to the cold and familiar man's voice.

Time stood still for a few seconds.