Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Chen Fang's tall back was full of loneliness, the tie in his hand was stained with her scent, and the sadness in his eyes came out.

He slowly tightened his tie and put it in his trousers pocket. He took out the cigarettes in the car, leaned against the car, and smoked one after another.

How many dark nights have I spent like this? The heartbreaking pain in the heart has become a common occurrence. Every time the pain is felt, it will be patched up. It is estimated that it has been layered and airtight by now.

But he wanted to put Song Weiyu into his airtight heart.

The moonlight was dim and miserable, reflecting the coolness on the marble floor. The smoke filled the air, covering up his growing sadness.

Chen Fang did not return to the 38th floor. He stood by the car all night. The cigarette butts on the ground were proof that he was trying to mend the hole in his heart.

That night, he was thoroughly chilled by the cold wind.

Those affectionate eyes watched the moon disappear and the sky turn white. Until Song Weiyu called: "Chen Fang, get out of my room."

He then relaxed his stiff steps, went to the first floor of the hotel to buy a cup of coffee, and took it with him.

The front desk said that Mr. Fu flew back to Beijing early in the morning. After all, at this time of the month, it was Fu's shareholders' meeting, and Fu Chunhe also went back together.

Chen Fang entered the password himself and entered Song Weiyu's room. The double curtains were drawn and nothing could be seen clearly in the room.

But darkness can amplify the sense of smell to the greatest extent, and he could not escape from smelling the warm and ambiguous smell of a room.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, closed the door, and went to draw the curtains.

Only then did the sunlight scatter in. Song Weiyu was lying on the bed, his entire back and waist exposed to the air, and the thin quilt could only barely cover his buttocks.

Her long curly hair hung loosely on her fair back. The chest was also deformed by her pressure, and only a round arc could be seen from the side.

Chen Fang caught the bruises on her neck, silently averted his eyes, and went to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor.

On the carpet, her silver-gray gown was torn out of shape.

Just like my own broken heart.

Chen Fang threw away the expensive dress. When he bent down, he felt a slightly wet tie in his pocket. Chen Fang finally choked up.

Song Weiyu lay on the bed with his head down, and his voice passed through the quilt, a little dull: "Chen Fang, I hate you."

Chen Fang didn't answer.

Song Weiyu cried again and groaned a few times: "Chen Fang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I have delayed you forever."

Chen Fang remained silent.

After putting away the clothes, put the coffee on the bedside. Squatting down and leaning against the bed, he looked at Song Weiyu who had his face buried in the quilt. He wanted to reach out and touch her hair, but he was afraid that the smell of his cigarette would get on her.

Just looked at her silently.

Until Song Weiyu stretched out his slender arm and patted the bedside, motioning for him to sit here.

Chen Fang was cold and did not dare to get too close to her, so he just sat sideways on the bed.

Song Weiyu thought he was angry because of what happened in the car last night. Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, I didn't know where the courage came from. I stood up and threw myself into his arms, sticking close to him.

He was really cold, and his suit seemed to be frozen through.

Song Weiyu was so cold that his pores shrank sharply, but he didn't let go. He hugged his neck and hummed softly: "Why is it so cold? Did you not go back to the room last night?"

Chen Fang hurriedly pulled up the quilt, hugged Song Weiyu from the back, and hugged her tightly, leaving only her fair shoulders exposed. After smoking all night, his voice was very hoarse: "Yeah."

Song Weiyu went to smell his neck. It was full of cigarette smell. He couldn't help but frown: "You haven't smoked for a long time... How much did you smoke last night?"

"One night."

Song Weiyu was heartbroken. She lingered under Fu Haitang all night, and Chen Fang stayed outside all night.

It happens every time.

She collapsed into Chen Fang's arms, hugged Chen Fang's strong waist tightly, and buried her head in his neck, constantly thinking about the past between the two of them.

Thinking of his loyalty and all his love in the past 30 years, thinking that he would sacrifice his life for her own good.

Think of him as if he lives for himself.

He closed his eyes and muttered softly: "I won't tie you up anymore. Can you get married?"

"it is good."

No matter what she said, he said yes. Even if she asked him to kill someone, he would calmly nod and say yes. Don't talk about killing others, just kill yourself.

As long as she wants it, as long as he can do it.

Chen Fang had no expression on his face, but he held the person in the quilt with all his strength.

When Song Weiyu heard him say yes, tears filled up unexpectedly, and she burst into tears. After crying for a long time, she raised her head in his arms, looked at the black diamond beside Chen Fang's left ear, which she put on with her own hands, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Chen Fang, if you dare to get married, I will die."

Chen Fang finally raised the corners of his mouth, showed a sad and comforting smile, patted her back and said, "Okay, no knot."

Song Weiyu rubbed his eyes and gently kissed the black diamond on his earlobe. The two listened to each other's heartbeat and hugged each other for who knows how long.

Until Song Weiyu sniffed and pressed a light kiss on his lips, making no secret of the fact that he was naked, he got up and went to the bathroom barefoot, muttering as he walked: "Go take a shower, you smell so heavy of cigarette smoke."

……

At the end of the corridor is Song Jingming's room, which is as spacious as a flat floor. The curtains were not drawn last night, but now the sun was shining in. Song Jingming was lying on the bed, staring at Wen Ying in a daze.

He didn't understand why he liked Wen Ying so paranoidly.

Perhaps somehow, the first night between the two of them was a beginning. Then an inexplicable fate tied the two people together and kept them tight.

All he knows now is that he has never been so crazy about this feeling. Ever since he was a child, nothing has ever been able to create such attraction and possessiveness for him.

After thinking for a long time, Song Jingming finally touched Wen Ying's cheek and thought, this is what is destined, one thing will bring another.

He should be calmed down by Wen Ying. He is willing too.

Wen Ying was woken up by the touch, and after blinking her blurred eyes, she saw Song Jingming's face clearly. At this moment, the sun was shining right on his face, making it look extremely beautiful and handsome.

Wen Ying was a little embarrassed, lowered his head slightly, poked Song Jingming's arm and asked, "How long will it take for you to recover?"

"Three months."

"It's been so long..."

"Your man has good physical fitness. If it had been anyone else, it would have taken half a year."

Wen Ying was stunned by his words, a blush appeared on her pale face, shyness flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "I have to get up, I have to work in a coffee shop in the afternoon."

Song Jingming had been tortured by her previous cold and distant attitude for nearly a month, so he naturally refused to let her go.

Wrapping her up with the quilt, he nuzzled her ear and whispered, "Don't leave. I have something to ask you. Would you like to have breakfast with me?"

Without waiting for Wen Ying to answer.

He picked up the phone on the bedside and called the catering department: "Two breakfasts will be delivered to my room, one cup of coffee and one cup of milk."

Wen Ying took the opportunity to cover her chest with the quilt and slowly moved to the bed. She always felt that the two of them should not be so close.

The love she thought was the accumulation of feelings over many years, not the blind passion of less than two months. Besides, she was even more afraid, fearing that with Song Jingming's status and status, passion would come and go quickly.

I wish I could return to my senses with the coming of morning. Wen Ying wanted to be a watermelon bug again, trapping herself and protecting herself.

Holding the quilt in his arms, he walked to the bedside and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Song, can you help me find some clothes?"

Song Jingming leaned against the bedside, smiling, watching her wrap herself up tightly, and said helplessly: "I said Wen Ying, you only care about yourself, why don't you look at me?"

Ok?

Wen Ying turned around and realized that he had dragged away the entire quilt, leaving Song Jing Mingguang lying on the bed. She turned her head immediately, her ears burning.

She pursed her lips and closed her eyes to feel the pounding heartbeat. She was really afraid that her heart would jump out as soon as she opened her mouth.

Song Jingming stood up without wearing anything. Looking at Wen Ying who was huddled in the quilt, he chuckled: "Who helped me take a bath last night? You've seen everything, why are you hiding? It's your responsibility, there's no point in escaping."