Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Fight! Fight now! As long as you look for the lost things with your heart, you will definitely find them back!" The nanny sat cross-legged on the sofa, as seriously as if she was at a meeting at the United Nations.

He raised his chin at her mobile phone and said, "Hit".

Song Weiyu held a wine glass in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.

He looked at the nanny anxiously, his poor eyes blinking, but he hesitated to speak.

"Why, you don't dare?" the nanny tutted, picked up the decanter and poured her a full glass of red wine, "You have another glass of red wine. If it doesn't work, I'll go to Master Lin and steal a bottle of Niulanshan for you. One glass of that thing is enough Good job."

Song Weiyu finished it in one gulp.

Alcohol made her heart beat faster. She took a deep breath and opened her phone, and pressed Fu Haitang's number solemnly.

The nanny watched her dial out, yawned and stood up unsteadily: "You go ahead, I won't eavesdrop, I'll go back to the room and sleep. By the way, I clean your room every day, it's the biggest one next to it."

The nanny went back to the house and fell asleep.

Song Weiyu's phone call was also answered.

She hugged her legs and huddled in the blanket, tilted her head back and stretched out her tongue to catch the snowflakes.

The cold snow fell on her pink cheeks. She seemed to be awake, and her thoughts were confused. But he clearly knew the ultimate purpose of making this call.

"Hello." Fu Haitang said briefly.

"Are you still in Hong Kong?"

"What, you know you miss me?"

Listening to his low laughter, Song Weiyu's eyes immediately filled with tears. She raised her head to prevent the tears from falling. She endured it again and again to make her voice sound normal.

The words of farewell were on her lips, but she couldn't even begin to speak.

"Fu Haitang, I..."

He smiled and waited quietly for what she wanted to say, tapping the hairpin box with his fingers.

The lights on the balcony on the third floor of the villa were dim, and together with the snow, they pressed on her trembling back. Song Weiyu hugged herself as hard as she could, trying to shrink into a watermelon bug.

The more she heard Fu Haitang's voice, the more speechless she became.

The unspeakable words turned into stones stuck at the top of her throat. She bit her lips to force herself not to cry.

Fu Haitang's eyes darkened, the lights flashed on and off quickly across his face, and he held the hairpin box tightly with his big hands.

I knew she was crying, but I also knew she didn't want to know that she was crying.

Lately, she has been crying a lot.

Fu Haitang felt depressed, and her deliberately suppressed cries were like thorns, pricking his heart time and time again.

The car was extremely quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat gradually getting heavier in his chest.

Finally, a voice with restrained crying came from the other side, "Fu Haitang, when will the wintersweet bloom?"

"You can watch whenever you want, and I'll let them open whenever you want."

Song Weiyu smiled while crying, "Nonsense, you are not a god."

He raised his eyes and looked forward, his eyes lingering, "But if you want it, I will work hard to become a god."

The other end of the phone was silent again. He paused and coaxed: "Whenever you want to see it, I will have a way to make them open. You just need to tell me the time."

"No, Fu Haitang, the wintersweet has bloomed." She opened her palm, and a wedding ring bloomed there.

Fu Haitang felt like there was a ferocious beast hidden in her chest. When she heard these words, she seemed to be really agitated by the wintersweet in her mouth, ready to move.

"Song Weiyu, I miss you very much."

The temperature on the balcony was very low, but the snow falling on her shoulders melted quickly. Fu Haitang's words, catalyzed by the alcohol in her body, were like that confession.

That day was not a night, but an afternoon with dark clouds over the city.

The layers of clouds made it impossible to see the edge and blocked all the light. It was so dark outside that it felt like day and night were changing instantly, and the snow fell at that time.

All the lights in the entire Fu Building were turned on.

Everyone started to be as excited as when there was a sudden power outage during evening self-study during school.

Song Weiyu glanced at the light snow falling outside, and took a cup to the tea room to make coffee. Halfway through, Fu Haitang lazily came in with his hands in his trouser pockets.

He never comes to the staff pantry.

Song Weiyu lightly raised her eyelashes and looked at him for two seconds, "Mr. Fu." Then he lowered his head and continued making coffee.

She had a beautiful neck, and her thick long hair spread behind her ears to her chest, and she stared intently at the brown coffee filled in the cup.

Fu Haitang kept staring at her side face, looking into her shining eyes, with an arrogant and dissatisfied tone.

"Secretary Song, are you so affectionate even when you look at dogs?"