Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Han Guanshan looked at her.

He had lost a lot of weight, so that his eyes looked even more vivid on his small face. With a bit of anger, he looked like a puppy ready to bite.

The words that were intended to scare her were swallowed back when they reached her throat.

He picked the one he thought would have the least lethality, "It's too easy for you to die like this. Take care of it and I'll play with it slowly."

Song Weiyu was originally lying down, but after hearing this, he sat up all of a sudden.

Before he could fight back, his shoulder was injured, "Ah-"

His face was squeezed together in pain, his eyes were red, and his shoulders were hunched like a shrimp.

Han Guanshan instinctively went to help her, but his hand stopped in the air, and he pursed his lips with an impatient look, "What the hell are you doing? What? Are you going to sneak attack me?"

Song Weiyu endured the pain, grabbed the water cup on the table and threw it at him.

While throwing, he cursed: "Who asked you to save me! Who allowed you to take me away!"

"I feel sick just by looking at you! Go away!"

The cups, incense, remote controls... on the bedside table were all thrown out as weapons.

Han Guanshan dodged while cursing, "Fuck, don't throw it away! If you move again, you're really going to lose your arm, right?"

There was a ringing of the doorbell from inside, accompanied by the boss's low, angry curses.

Outside the door, the four men guarding the gate looked at each other.

"Who on earth is imprisoned in here? Why did Master Han let the four of us guard the door ourselves?"

The four of them have followed Han Guanshan for more than ten years and are considered internal veterans.

Today, Zhou Qingye suddenly arranged for the four of them to guard the gate. He only said that the person inside was very important and that they had to take turns to guard the gate 24 hours a day. He did not say who was inside...

Judging from the voice, it's a woman.

The four of them immediately pressed themselves against the wall, their ears seemingly trying to penetrate it.

“Han Guanshan!”

"Scream, scream, scream! I'm not dead yet, why are you screaming for my soul?"

Just as he dodged an apple, a peach flew towards him. The man grabbed it and raised his hands in anger, wanting to throw it back.

The person on the bed raised his chin and glared at him stubbornly: "You throw it! You throw it! Throw one for me to see!"

Han Guanshan stretched his neck angrily and took two deep breaths.

"Haha, you tell me to throw it and I'll throw it? Do you think I'm as obedient as Fu Haitang? I won't."

The ground was in a mess. He kicked the messy things under his feet and walked out the door with the peach in his hand. "Just wait for me. You don't want your arm anymore, right? I'll get a chainsaw and cut it off for you."

When the door opened, Song Weiyu was still screaming in a sick voice, "Han Guanshan, you coward!"

The door was slammed shut by the man.

"Mr. Han!" The four people at the door stood at attention instantly.

After all, in Han Guanshan's territory, except for Zhou Qingye who could occasionally make a joke, everyone else lived in fear.

This plague god is always moody and extremely vicious, and it is common for him to break arms and legs.

I just got called a coward, so I definitely need to find a place to vent my anger.

Han Guanshan was holding a peach in his hand and glanced at the four people, "What did you hear?"

"I heard nothing!"

Han Guanshan sneered, and good-temperedly did not pursue the matter, and walked away while biting his peach.

Before leaving, he left a message: "Clean up the inside."

The four of them were in a dilemma and looked at each other.

Should I clean up the people inside or the room?

The youngest one asked first: "Hey, guys, did you hear the woman inside calling Han Ye a coward?"

The other three shook their heads in unison: "We didn't hear it!"

"No, you...I..."

In the ward, Song Weiyu calmed down immediately when he heard Han Guanshan walking away.

She had deliberately thrown a tantrum just now just to test whether he would still indulge her.

It seems that she still has a place in Han Guanshan's heart. I just don't know how long his tolerance will last...

Where should she find what she needs?

Just as I was thinking about it, an expressionless man came in from the door. He had a diamond-shaped face and fairly regular features.

The man glanced at her, then quickly lowered his head and began to pick up the miscellaneous things on the ground.

"Hello, can you lend me your cell phone? I want to make a call." Song Weiyu smiled gently and charmingly, with her thin lips curled up in a beautiful arc.

The man was startled. "Cellphone? This..."