Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"you lost weight."

Master Ji picked up his eyes from his glasses and looked her up and down, "Why are you so thin? It doesn't look good if you are too thin."

After saying that, he picked up a soft ruler and marked on her body.

"Tsk, your bust size hasn't changed, but your waist and abdomen have almost shrunk in, and your hips have also lost two centimeters. No, no, no, go back and eat more."

In Master Ji's eyes, Song Weiyu's figure turned out to be perfect, thin and plump, and he was simply blessed by God.

"I've encountered too many things lately, and I can't eat well or sleep well..."

Master Ji wrote down her new size in his notebook and asked, "What about Boss Fu? Have you lost weight?"

Song Weiyu was stunned for a moment. He must not have lost weight. When I saw him in the Wintersweet Garden five days ago, he looked as strong as before.

"Not...thin..." The tone was uncertain.

"Oh."

Master Ji knew that she was here for the Shao family's golden celebration, so he put aside the piece he was busy with on the table and started tailoring clothes for her.

"Okay, I'll work overtime. I'll send someone to deliver the dress to your house the day after tomorrow. On the day of the reception, you can match it with the ice-type white jade suit. Remember to send me a picture."

Song Weiyu was used to it and didn't react for a moment. He just paid the money and paid the one Wen Ying chose for Song Jingming.

It was only in the car that I remembered that she was no longer at the 'house' that Master Ji mentioned.

After hesitating for a while, forget it, I won’t change the address, I have to go back to Fu’s house to get the jewelry anyway.

A small corner of my mind secretly thought that maybe I could see Boss Fu.

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At dusk, the whole city was as gray as the eve of a sandstorm.

Shao Guoren did not dare to stare too directly at Fu Haitang, but his peripheral vision kept wandering back and forth on him.

"Brother, how do you feel now?"

"roll."

Fu Haitang looked at the things just sent by Lamei Garden with a cold face.

"I picked it up from a tree. It seems to be something belonging to Madam."

She didn't take it at all, and probably didn't even look at it.

Fu Haitang sneered and threw it to Shao Guoren: "I'll give it to you."

Lao Shao opened it carefully, stared at the hairpin with a troubled expression, took it out and made two gestures on his head.

Holding it in his arms, he went out and waved to Butler Zhang: "My sister-in-law's things, please find a place for her to put them away."

Butler Zhang put her in the jewelry cabinet in the cloakroom as usual.

The dusk light penetrated into the carved wooden window lattice of the guest room and fell slantingly at the man's feet.

Fu Haitang was leaning on the sofa and smoking, staring at the rope in Shao Guoren's hand opposite him, "What do you mean, Shao Guoren, you are out of luck and you want to tie me up?"

"I'm not willing to tie you up, but Brother Fu, you..." Shao Guoren couldn't say the word "sick".

Fu Haitang's dark eyes were deep, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and there was a bit of cigarette ashes.

When he was awake, he really didn't want to be tied up.

As soon as he saw the rope, he remembered the feeling of being tied up hand and foot, feeling extremely uncomfortable but unable to relieve it.

That taste is not as satisfying as scratching the flesh to pieces.

Shao Guoren held the rope and stared at Fu Haitang, "Brother, it's getting dark. Please cooperate with me."

"Go away, don't you understand?"

Fu Haitang was wearing a shirt, but not a single button was fastened. Under the open shirt, his chest and abdominal muscles were vigorous but full of frightening blood stains.

After barely eating for five days, his skin clung to his muscles, his whole body lost weight, and his jaw became more and more sharp.

Shao Guoren refused to leave. Li He said: If he disobeys, you can mention Song Weiyu.

"Brother, think about my sister-in-law! If she sees your whole body..."

"Shao Guoren, who is your sister-in-law?"

Fu Haitang raised his legs and put them on the coffee table. He leaned back on the sofa and looked at him with squinted eyes.

"Don't you know about my divorce? Why is my sister-in-law disgusting with me?"

Shao Guoren hesitated, and Fu Haitang's reaction was different from Li He's expectation.

what is it now?

"Brother, don't be angry. Take a deep breath and calm down your irritable mood. I have another way."

He took out the recorder from his pocket.

Fu Haitang looked at him as if he were a fool. He raised the hand holding the cigarette and pressed his thumb between his eyebrows. "If you dare to make any sound, I will throw you and the recorder into the ocean ferry."

"Go and play it to the fish in the Atlantic Ocean."

Shao Guoren moved to the door.

Resigned to death, he pressed play.

The man's voice in the recorder was completely different from now. Gentle, gentle and low magnetic.

It's not like now, full of hostility.

Fu Haitang smiled suddenly, but in a gloomy and disdainful manner. He smoked a cigarette and listened to what he had said.

"Are you done playing? Go away, go to the dock to find a container you like, and take your voice recorder in."

"..."

"Brother Fu, why don't you listen again..." Shao Guoren shouted with a cry.

An ashtray flew towards him, and the voice was gloomy, "You can't change anything even if you put it in ten thousand times."