Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He pulled Shao Guoren back from the door and warned him: "Old Shao, please listen to me...Okay, shut up and stop crying! Your brother is not dead!"

Shao Guoren stopped crying with an urgent 'hiccup', and looked at Li He with an aggrieved body like an armored machine.

Li He was not as tall as him and not as strong as him. He grabbed the back of his neck and pointed at Fu Haitang who was sleeping on the bed: "I have something very important right now. I will be away for about three days. Please keep an eye on him and don't leave." "

"I...I can't do it."

In the past few days, Shao Guoren watched with his own eyes how Fu Haitang cried repressedly, went crazy, and hurt himself.

He, this unqualified little brother, didn't know until now that the man who had been a life-changing man had severe depression.

During the day, he uses strong tactics to guide the country, and at night, he curls up in the darkness and denies himself.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have been able to connect the words Fu Haitang and depression.

"Li He, isn't there any special medicine? I will buy it for my brother no matter how much money it costs."

Li He's men increased their strength and pinched the back of Shao Guoren's neck like a puppy: "Yes, you go and catch Song Weiyu."

"No, no, my brother didn't say that anyone who dares to tell my sister-in-law will..." Shao Guoren shrank his shoulders and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"That's it!"

Li He put the recording pen into Shao Guoren's hand and gave a thousand instructions: "You can't tie him up all the time, as it will cause muscle necrosis for a long time. He usually gets sick at night, and it lasts about 4 hours, and he will eventually get sick because he can't hold it in his body." He fainted due to excessive hormonal imbalance, so you just need to tie him up when he gets sick!"

Shao Guoren burst into tears.

"But Brother Fu kept complaining about pain when he got sick. Even if he touched him lightly, it would hurt so much that his blood vessels would bulge."

It seems that when he is sick, the slightest pain will be magnified ten thousand times.

Li He glanced at Fu Haitang and slapped Shao Guoren on the back, "It hurts him to death, but you have to tie him up! Do you want to watch him scrape off all the flesh on your body?"

Shao Guoren glanced at the man's muscular but scarred upper body on the bed.

"I see……"

Li He touched Shao Guoren's back soothingly, "If you really can't control him, just tell him this when he gets sick."

A voice recorder.

Shao Guoren took it solemnly.

"The playback interval is for content after 5 minutes. Don't play the content before that! Do you hear that?"

"Okay, okay. Li He, come back soon." Shao Guoren looked at Li He, his expression almost broken.

"I will be back before the Golden Celebration."

The golden celebration was three days later, and Li He knew that if Fu Haitang did not attend the most powerful event in Beijing, he would be chased and stalked by the media.

By then, what if the all-pervasive media finds out about these terrible things...

Fu Haitang is completely shameless in the circle.

-

The Beijing sanitation team's snow clearing work was particularly good. Maybe it was because the unprecedented heavy snowfall only fell in the middle of the night, so there wasn't much snow.

When Song Weiyu took Wen Ying out to buy a dress, there was no trace of snow on the road.

She leaned against the car window in a daze.

If she hadn't run out barefoot that night and bruised the soles of her feet, she felt like the first snow of the year hadn't arrived yet, and everything that happened that night seemed like a dream.

Her new car is still a Rolls-Royce with the original license plate.

As the car roared past the Second Ring Road, she forced herself not to look at the dark door and vermilion tiled walls of Fu's house.

But Yu Guang couldn't help but fly over.

The door is closed. To passers-by, this place is mysterious, noble and solemn. To her, this is the home where she has lived for more than 20 years.

She couldn't help but wonder if Fu Haitang was in the yard now, feeding his chubby koi.

Or, drink tea leisurely and approve documents in the small pavilion in the northwest.

……

Chen Fang was too busy to spend time with her.

She felt a little happy and at ease, after all, no one talked to her these past few days, and she seemed to have suddenly gone from being a star among the stars to a transparent person that no one cared about.

Wen Ying does not only read books but also do questions every day, and Song Weiyu doesn't want to disturb him.

Only occasionally can I see in Wen Ying the way he studied diligently back then.

When passing by the central business district, Wen Ying suddenly became nervous, blinking rapidly, frowning and shaking his head.

Song Weiyu thought she was cute and flicked her forehead: "What is Xiaobao thinking? You can't hide anything on your face."

"Auntie~ Do you want to drink coffee?"