Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Boring? Isn't there a TV?"

Han Guanshan walked to the bedside and glanced at the TV. His expression didn't tell whether he was happy or angry, but it made her feel depressed.

Unlike Chen Fang, she hated the smell of cigarettes on Han Guanshan. She even felt that it was difficult for her to breathe in this oppressive smell.

"I can't keep watching TV. Besides, are you planning to imprison me? That's why you won't even give me a cell phone?"

Han Guanshan chuckled, which looked very inconsistent with his wheat-colored skin and extremely strong body.

“I can give you the phone, but you have to answer a question first.

Why did you rush forward to block the gun yesterday? "

Song Weiyu looked at him. The young and frivolous boy had become steady and experienced, and his sharp facial features revealed an elusive depth.

It is true that time can always give men the greatest charm.

As for why he blocked the bullet for him, Song Weiyu hesitated. If he told the truth, would he be killed by him directly?

What's the lie? The most appropriate reason for a woman to risk her life to protect a man is because of love.

But she couldn't say it.

It seemed that even if it was a lie, she was unwilling to admit it.

She chose to give a vague definition and replied cunningly: "I don't know, I just jumped on it subconsciously. To be honest, I regretted it after I blocked it."

Song Weiyu lowered her head slightly and fiddled with the Buddhist beads on her wrist. No emotion could be seen in her eyes.

If Han Guanshan could see her eyes clearly at this moment, he would see the calculation and alienation in them, but he only heard her say "I pounced on her subconsciously".

These words are more disturbing than directly admitting that you care about him.

He threw his phone over and said, "Play with mine first, I'll send someone out to buy you one later."

After throwing away his phone, the man lay on the sofa with his hands on his chest to catch up on his sleep.

Song Weiyu looked at the mobile phone thrown beside her, and her heart was eager to buy one. The latest models of mobile phones are all similar, just those familiar brands and models.

She touched it and opened it.

I don’t know if he did it on purpose for her to see, but his wallpaper was a photo of a girl wearing a tight dance costume, with her back turned and looking at the camera with a smile.

Others would definitely think that this is just an atmospheric wallpaper, after all, the person’s face cannot be seen clearly.

But even though it was blurry, she recognized that this was a photo of her rehearsing for a competition during her first year of college.

Song Weiyu then vaguely realized that the reason why Han Guanshan hated her so much was not because she almost killed him, but because she had abandoned him in the past.

While everyone was moving forward happily and contentedly, he was alone in the torrent of memories, struggling to save himself, but sinking deeper and deeper.

It is hard to imagine how he cut out this photo from the school newspaper and saved it, and how it was transferred from one mobile phone to another, resulting in the pixels being so blurred that the face cannot be seen clearly.

Looking at the man on the sofa who frowned even when he was sleeping, Song Weiyu was distracted for a rare moment.

This is the first time we meet again and I get a good look at him.

Her legs were longer than her life, with muscular muscles that were the result of real fighting. Her tattoos were faintly visible under the dark-patterned shirt with only a few buttons fastened.

He was full of unbridled indulgence.

The most conspicuous thing is the scar that was almost fatal.

It winds from the side of the face to the neck, adding a bit of indescribable wildness to men.

"If you look at it again, I'll dig your eyeballs out."

A thick, smoky voice casually spoke some heartless words. He had his eyes closed, so how could he feel someone was looking at him?

Song Weiyu was startled and quickly looked down at his phone.

Have a password?

It’s not that she was being self-indulgent, but she was hoping for a lucky break and entered her birthday first.

【wrong password】

It's really wishful thinking!

Song Weiyu raised her eyes and glared at the man who was dozing on the sofa. If it wasn't her birthday, whose birthday could it be?

Yes, I always forgot to ask, is Han Guanshan married? Does he have children?

A man as unstable as him probably has a lot of illegitimate children both at home and abroad.

I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, as if a leaf suddenly fell into a calm and clear spring water, causing tiny, unnoticeable ripples, and carrying a trace of mud along the shore to disturb the clear water.

"If you can't guess the password, forget about keeping your phone."

On the sofa, Han Guanshan changed his posture, lay down directly, put one hand behind his eyes and continued to sleep.

Song Weiyu's desire to win was aroused, but he denied every idea he had. If he made another mistake, his phone would be locked for an hour.

Could it be...

Excluding all the commemorative times, there is only one left that represents the end.