Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu looked at the calm and composed man, her eyes became hot, and she tried her best to suppress the feeling of grievance in her head.

He wasn't at an engagement party.

Why would you leave such an important occasion and show up here?

"Why are you here? Aren't you and your wife busy at the engagement party..." she asked with red eyes.

Fu Haitang lowered his eyes and smiled, then hung up the phone and threw it back into his pocket, then strode towards the window, "Do you dare to jump?"

"I dare not." She shook her head obediently.

"Why don't you come down quickly?"

Song Weiyu said "Oh", put away the phone, and held up his weak hand and shoulder that was pierced by a bullet, wondering how to get back the leg that was hanging outside.

Fu Haitang stretched out his hands to her and spread them out, "It's simple, just stretch out your hands to me, and I can leave the rest to you."

Can all be handed over to him, and in what capacity?

Looking at the two broad and strong hands in front of her, her eyes could no longer bear the pressure and tears fell one by one.

He stubbornly refused to extend his hand and asked, "Does your wife know that you are here?"

She can have a mistress, but she will never be one.

This still sounds unethical though.

Fu Haitang raised his eyebrows, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, and he laughed, "My wife should know."

It is said that the wives of wealthy families turn a blind eye to their lives. I guess it is the same for the Fu family. Song Weiyu has seen this.

She shook her head, her voice still choking, "Then your wife is quite generous."

"You are wrong. She is very petty. Things that belong to her can only belong to her in this life. If someone looks at them for even a second, she would want to dig out their eyes."

Song Weiyu leaned back, as if the man in front of him was holding a knife to dig out his eyes.

"Then you dare to come? Even if you dare to come, I won't dare to see you."

Fu Haitang held back her laughter and stopped talking to her. She directly pulled him down from the windowsill and said, "Where is the cloakroom? Change your clothes and I'll take you to the party."

Song Weiyu was held in his arms, like a child, and she had no choice but to hold his shoulders.

He shook his arms and asked in dissatisfaction, "Why are you thinner again? No one has been taking care of you recently, and you don't know how to eat well."

Song Weiyu directed him to the cloakroom, her voice still nasal from crying, "Someone will take care of me. Han Guanshan will cook for me every day. But I have no appetite."

"So do you like Han Guanshan?"

When they arrived at the cloakroom, Fu Haitang closed the door but still did not let the person down. The two looked at each other behind the door.

Song Weiyu was stunned for a few seconds by his sudden question.

There has never been any love between her and Han Guanshan. They are family, kinship, and an existence as important as a mother.

"Like it."

Fu Haitang frowned, his eyes locked on her, and then he looked down at her chest, his tone was deep and dissatisfied, "Like it? Didn't I say that you can't let him touch it? Should I check it out?"

Song Weiyu covered his collar with his hands, widened his eyes, and looked at him in disbelief.

The man's eyes became darker, and he glanced at her, "You're so nervous, have you really been touched by him?"

"No! What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Then untie it and let me check it."

He said it as a matter of course. Song Weiyu didn't know where he got the confidence to check, and blushed and scolded back, "Fu Haitang, are you sick? Han Guanshan is my brother, and the love I said is not the love between men and women!"

Fu Haitang didn't believe it. Even if the surgery could control the damage to his central nervous system caused by the drugs, the irritability caused by depression in his body was still there.

He couldn't help but think of Chen Fang, and the marks Chen Fang left on her, from top to bottom, from inside to outside.

He put Song Weiyu down, and like a possessed man, he tore off her pajamas. She was not wearing any underwear, and she was completely naked in the man's sight.

With a scream, Song Weiyu hurriedly covered his chest and turned around.

Looking at her fair body without any trace of ambiguity, the violence in Fu Haitang's eyes slowly eased, and then he saw the blood marks on her body left by snake bites.

The tooth holes on my back were purple and still healing.

He wanted to touch her but was afraid of hurting her, so he put his hand on her back and rubbed it slowly, "I'm not by your side, if you feel pain at night, will anyone comfort you?"

Song Weiyu was angry and didn't understand the deeper meaning of his words. He replied angrily while looking for clothes to put on, "What does it have to do with you! You hooligan! Does your wife know that you are so unfaithful to your husband outside?!"

Fu Haitang looked at her angry appearance and finally came out of his manic mood.

He picked out a white dress for her from the closet and handed it to her. "I am the most loyal man to my husband in the whole capital. I am famous for this."