Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang held her waist with one hand and frowned.

After getting married, he stopped going to bars, and as he became busier and busier at work, no one dared to let him attend such meaningless cruise parties.

Especially since he has to go back to Beijing tomorrow, he still wants to be alone with his wife.

"Honey, come with me. When we get back to the hotel tonight, I'll do whatever you ask me to do." She risked her life.

That's it...

Fu Haitang raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay."

The setting sun fell to the same level as the sea surface, and the entire bay seemed to be immersed in sweet iced black tea.

After taking a shower, Song Weiyu didn't put on any clothes. She hummed a song happily while searching for the sexiest little skirt in the hotel closet. She took out the clothes in the closet one by one, compared them in front of the mirror, and threw them on the ground if she was not satisfied.

Fu Haitang saw her running back and forth like a small white butterfly, so he grabbed her in a funny way and rubbed her from top to bottom in front of the mirror.

"So happy about the party?"

"Yeah, who asked Mr. Fu to pay for the whole thing today?"

Fu Haitang disliked the small size of the third brother's cruise ship, so he replaced it with the most luxurious one, with all the best food, drinks and entertainment. The third brother called all his classmates and friends, and even friends of friends came to play.

He raised his chin: "Wear the white one and show it to me."

The white that Fu Haitang was talking about was a tight-fitting dress with a one-shoulder design and thigh-length.

Song Weiyu slapped away his restless hands and put them on obediently.

She turned sideways and let him zip up her clothes. She twisted her body in front of the mirror. The pure color outlined her enchanting body, which was both pure and sexy.

Fu Haitang caught her while she was posing and admiring herself, and pulled the hem of her tight skirt up to her waist.

"Hey...what are you doing!"

His eyes darkened, "Is this what you're wearing underneath?"

"What else, Mr. Fu? With this tight skirt, you can only wear these small panties~ Hey, don't touch it!"

Fu Haitang lifted the edge with his fingers and squinted his eyes, "Pants? This is a fucking rope..."

"..."

In the end, she left the hotel wearing this outfit. All the way, Fu Haitang kept staring at the hem of her hip skirt. In particular, he couldn't help but imagine her two white and slender legs tied with that pitiful little piece of cloth, and his face was full of impatience.

Shao Guoren and Li Nian were waiting for them in the hotel lobby. Li Nian almost laughed out loud when she saw Fu Haitang approaching.

"Business disco?"

His upper body was covered in wounds, and he was afraid that Song Song would see it, so he could only wear a shirt to cover himself as tightly as possible. The only thing he could wear with his lower body was trousers.

He was wearing a refined grey shirt and black trousers, with a belt tightly fastened around his waist, looking as serious and steady as if he was going to a meeting.

This makes the woman who is leaning on his arms like a boneless person seem overly seductive and lustful, like a vixen who seduces the monarch.

"Look, look, look at that couple over there, I bet that woman is a mistress!" The hotel lobby was very spacious, and by the floor-to-ceiling windows sat women who wanted to gossip anytime and anywhere.

Every winter, it is not uncommon to see men bringing their mistresses to the South Island to spend the winter.

Song Weiyu was about to roll his eyes.

"That's right. They look at least ten years apart in age... The guy looks quite rich."

She stopped rolling her eyes and looked up at Fu Haitang with a smile, "Honey, they said I'm ten years younger than you~"

"Oh, that's right. You call yourself Song Song's sister, and I'm his father. So, what should you call me according to seniority?"

Song Weiyu blushed, but she was unwilling to be teased by him, so she tiptoed close to his ear and blew air, then tentatively called out, "Daddy?"

After saying this, Fu Haitang was obviously stunned for a moment, and then swallowed hard.

The hand that had been around her waist squeezed it hard, "I see you really don't want to go on the cruise. Come back to the room with me and scream for me."

Song Weiyu laughed so hard that tears were about to come out. She hugged his waist from the side with both hands and raised her eyebrows: "The cruise ship also has rooms, and you can see the moon and waves up close..."

Fu Haitang was amused by her evil and servile appearance, and the corners of his mouth were always frowning.

A few people walked towards the beach while chatting. The closer they got to the cruise ship, the darker Fu Haitang's face became.

Why don't these men, young men, and college students wear shirts?

They're the only ones with abs?

But the person in my arms prefers girls with broad shoulders, narrow waists, tall waists and well-defined abdominal muscles. His big eyes have been busy since he stepped onto the deck of the cruise ship.

Song Weiyu and Li Nian commented one by one: This one is good! Oh, this one is also good~

This broad shoulder and long legs can be evaluated as a male model~

This hip is lifted, it can be seen that it has been specially trained~

Hey, look, the one with blue eyes has a bulge there!

……

The more he talked, the more outrageous it became. Fu Haitang's dark complexion was obviously inconsistent with the cheerful atmosphere on the deck. In particular, we must be wary of those men who flirt with Song Weiyu anytime and anywhere.

She was having a lot of fun, twisting her waist without stopping, and soon she drank three cups, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

Her mouth pursed, and she stretched out her arms to the air, "Hubby, hug..."

This soft voice made Fu Haitang lose his temper. He stretched out his hand and hugged the tipsy person in his arms, "Let me smell it to see if he is drunk."

She obediently raised her neck and tilted her head back to let him smell it.

He put one hand around the woman's waist and the other hand behind her head, lowered his head to smell from her lips to her neck, and gently bit her collarbone.

She shrank her neck due to the itch and smiled with her eyes curved, "What does it taste like?"

"Liquor-filled candy."