Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

where?

Fu Haitang's eyes fell on the black spot. He threw away the pen, his face as gloomy as water, and then he smiled at himself.

I masochistically wanted to tell her, and then watch her go to find Chen Fang with my own eyes, and see the expression on her face after she found Chen Fang.

Even, will she remember something all of a sudden?

"In the hospital, in the intensive care unit of Jingxi Hospital."

-

After hanging up the phone, silence swept through Fu Haitang's office. The large space was as quiet as water, and he could even hear his own heartbeat.

The hand resting on the table was slender and white, and the platinum wedding ring was particularly eye-catching.

It turned out that from the beginning to the end, the wedding ring only encircled himself.

Special Assistant Yu knocked on the door and came in. "Mr. Fu, you guessed right. Strangers have started to appear outside Mr. Chen's ward. I have arranged for someone to secretly follow them."

Fu Haitang's hand was touching the wedding ring, and without even realizing it, the ring had slipped to the middle of his finger bone.

Assistant Yu's voice startled him. He looked at the wedding ring and put it back on immediately. "Well, keep an eye on him. Don't let strangers get close to him. Wait for my arrangements."

The engagement party arrived as scheduled. Song Weiyu didn't want to go at first, but after the incident with the black suit, she especially wanted to know the truth.

After all, the resort was Han Guanshan's territory, and the blood-stained clothes appeared in the resort hospital, so it was hard for her not to associate this matter with Han Guanshan.

This uneasy panic has been surrounding her for many days.

Of course, we have to find an answer.

"I want to go to the party with you, can I?"

Han Guanshan was putting on his shirt and looked back at him. "Be obedient and wait for me at home. I will only go there to pay my respects and won't stay any longer."

Song Weiyu also expected him to say this. Ever since she was desperately looking for that black suit, Han Guanshan looked at her more strictly.

The man came over and kissed her forehead. "Be good at home. If you're bored, you can pack up your jewelry and clothes. We'll leave tomorrow."

Seeing her gloomy eyes, Han Guanshan smiled and gave her some hope, "Let's take our son and go."

son?

Song Weiyu looked up, confused. He really had a son. It turned out that this was not made up?

"Isn't he in school? Will this affect his studies?"

"It doesn't matter. He was studying abroad before. I'll pick him up today and he'll go with us tomorrow."

As long as they arrived in Southeast Asia, there was nothing Song Weiyu could do even if he discovered that Song Song looked very similar to Fu Haitang.

At worst she could cry and make a fuss, but she was unfamiliar with the place and couldn't fly back to the capital even if she made a fuss.

I have lost my memory and I can only stay by his side for the rest of my life.

Han Guanshan left. Song Weiyu stood at the window and watched his car disappear from her sight. She understood that today was her only chance to leave the resort and get closer to the truth.

There were people guarding the door, and few cars passed by on the winding mountain road.

So even if she rushed out, she couldn't find a car to take her to the city.

After much thought, the only way is to contact Fu Haitang and ask him for help, but she doesn't know whether this man will still help her.

Besides, his son is getting engaged today, so he probably doesn't have time to deal with her.

I called and the phone rang a few times, but no one answered.

Song Weiyu's originally expectant mood suddenly fell back into her chest. Somehow, whenever she thought of Fu Haitang recently, she felt inexplicably depressed.

I even couldn't help but think about his wife. He was so handsome and well-off, so his wife must be a great beauty from a noble family.

Unlike myself, I am just a nobody who doesn’t even have any memory.

I called the second time and the other party answered.

A gentle female voice came over, "Hello, Fu... Haitang is changing clothes and can't answer the phone. Who are you?"

It turns out that's his name.

She always called him Mr. Fu and never asked his name. Someone who could call him by his full name must be a very close person.

Song Weiyu looked a little unnatural, "Hello, I'm... Mr. Fu's friend, could you please ask him to call me back?"

She caught a cold on the rooftop, so her voice had changed a little, but her tone was humble, and the other party was very pleased to hear it.

The woman held Fu Haitang's phone and answered in a hostess-like manner, "Okay, then wait until he changes his clothes..."

Song Weiyu counted on his fingers and listened quietly. His heart felt like it was wrapped in a plastic bag and he couldn't breathe.

Before the other party finished speaking, Fu Haitang's steady male voice came from the phone, "Shen Lanyin, where is my phone?"

Then the call was hastily hung up.

Song Weiyu held the phone blankly. At this moment, her heart wrapped in the plastic bag was gradually consuming the oxygen in it. She had difficulty breathing and her fingertips were clenched until they turned white.

Especially when she heard Fu Haitang calling this name, she could hardly control her discomfort.