Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Li He had to admit that as a doctor, he knew how much impact the drug had on the central nervous system.

Fu Haitang has been the person in charge of the bureau for half his life. Everything and everyone are in his control. He can make things happen with just a wave of his hand.

Now, facing an important hunt in his life, he was powerless.

The nurse came out of the operating room and said to Han Guanshan, "Boss, the operation is almost over. Where do you think we should send the patient?"

Han Guanshan smiled wickedly, "Fu Haitang, do you want to take her away? If you want, I can give you euthanasia."

Li He didn't hold him back. He said, "Okay, but I want to see her wake up."

"Tsk, who would have thought that the Fu Group's CEO would be reduced to being led by the nose by others."

Han Guanshan became more and more arrogant and shook his head helplessly.

"What a pity! I was just kidding you. You will die sooner or later, in a year at the earliest and two years at the latest. Even if you try your best to cure it in the end, you will be a fool and a lunatic by then."

"So, your life is worthless. You want to exchange it for her? Stop dreaming, okay? Haha..."

Han Guanshan took the clean shirt handed to him by the nurse and took off the bloody clothes.

The little nurse should throw it away directly.

"Don't throw it, give it to me."

He put on his clean clothes and asked for his shirt back, holding it in his hand.

He fanned Fu Haitang and said, "Get lost if you understand what I am saying."

Zhou Qingye signaled to his men, and more than 20 people surrounded Fu Haitang and Li He. The leader pointed to the corridor and said, "Please come in, both of you."

The lights in the operating room went out.

Song Weiyu was pushed out and sent directly to the resort villa at the back.

Fu Haitang watched helplessly, but could not get any closer, and was overwhelmed by despair.

But the more nervous he became, the more he couldn't think.

At this moment, he really felt that he was useless.

Li He pulled Fu Haitang and gently advised: "Let's go, the purpose of our trip is to survey the route. Let's go, let's go back and discuss it. Han Guanshan will not do anything to her..."

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Resort, villa.

Han Guanshan then remembered to wash his hands, rubbed even the gaps between his nails clean, wiped his face, and then sat down beside the bed.

He frowned and beckoned the nurse: "Someone change her clothes."

"We two nurses took turns."

"Well, let's go out."

After staring at her slightly rising and falling chest for a while, Han Guanshan stood up and began to unbutton her clothes.

It wasn't pulled down to the key parts, just the shoulders were exposed.

The white gauze wrapped around the thin shoulders made the woman's skin look whiter than snow.

Under the gauze, there is a wound that belongs to him.

He looked at it for a long time before he gathered her hair together and buttoned it up.

She took off the red Buddhist beads from her wrist, lifted the quilt, and put it on her right wrist where a finger was missing.

This set of Buddhist beads was given to him by a high monk from Thailand, who warned him not to leave them, as these beads were the one thing missing in his life.

The monk let him figure out what that point was.

Looking at the fair wrists on the dark blue bed sheet, he felt that this was all he had today and he would never lack it again in the future.

Like that night twenty years ago, there was a sofa next to him, but he sat motionless on the edge of the bed.

The next day, the first rays of light shone in the morning.

The person on the bed was mumbling.

He opened his eyes immediately, leaned over to her side in a hurry, and blurted out subconsciously: "Qiqi, I'm here."

Her eyelashes were wet and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed: "Fu Haitang..."

"Fu Haitang..."

In her dream, she watched Fu Haitang kill Han Guanshan.

She opened her mouth and shouted, "Don't kill him yet. What will you do if he dies?"

But no sound could be made.

Beside the bed, the man with tired and sleepy eyes gradually woke up and became indifferent as she called him.

Song Weiyu was awakened by a nightmare. The moment she opened her eyes, she grabbed the man's hand and subconsciously tried to find her sense of security. "Husband!"

But when her eyes moved from the ceiling to the owner of the hand, she saw clearly that what she was holding was the source of every one of her nightmares.

Han Guanshan looked at the little hand that was holding his tightly and shook it off without mercy.

He stood up and looked down at her: "It's good that you're not dead. Why, did you dream about that useless man of yours?"

Song Weiyu stared blankly at the infusion bottle, ticking.

Reason gradually returns.

At the same time, fear came over me.

She is now in Han Guanshan's territory and cannot offend him. If he really kills her in anger, Fu Haitang will be doomed.

"Why am I here? Did you bring me back?"

"Is it possible? Your useless ex-husband wants to take you away. Can he do it?"

Song Weiyu didn't comment, and asked back with her pale face raised, "Aren't you going to kill me? Why did you save me? Just let me die directly, wouldn't that suit your mind more?"