Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu sneered at the hooligan, covered her chest with her torn pajamas, glared at him, then took the skirt and ran to the innermost part of the cloakroom to change her clothes.

Fu Haitang was not idle either. He picked out a camel-colored coat from hers and skillfully put it on his arm while waiting for her to come out.

After hesitating for a long time and seeing no one coming out, Fu Haitang thought for a while and went to rummage through the closet for the clothes that had been sent to her a few days ago.

I found a pair of invisible nipple covers and walked to the corner where she was hiding to change clothes.

Listening to the man's approaching footsteps, Song Weiyu stuck her head out from under her skirt, blushing and hesitating, "That, that..."

Fu Haitang looked at the woman who was very different from before.

In the past, she was full of charm, her every frown and smile was full of alluring charm, and she would always be the most dazzling one in the crowd when attending a cocktail party.

In front of me, she is without any makeup, pure and elegant, with a clear and innocent look in her eyes. Only when she smiles occasionally can she reveal a bit of unconscious femininity that is alluring.

He tried his best to suppress the desire that was growing wildly in his heart and glanced at her chest. He had glanced at it briefly when he tore off her pajamas just now, and it was gone after a slight sway.

Now that she is covering it, it is even more attractive.

"Fu Haitang, close your eyes!" Song Weiyu was obviously annoyed by his gaze.

The man raised his eyebrows and actually closed them.

The deep and obscure gaze disappeared from Fu Haitang's face, and the oppressive feeling was reduced.

Song Weiyu took the opportunity to steal a few glances at him. It must be said that this man has a very standard appearance.

Too bad it already belongs to someone else.

Her heart sank slightly, and she looked back at her chest, "Fu Haitang, what should I wear underneath?"

How would she, who had lost her memory, know about nipple covers? She couldn't wear ordinary underwear with a dress, and it was impossible for her to go topless with her plump figure.

Fu Haitang closed his eyes and calmly stretched out his hand to her, "Here, use this. Should I go over and give it to you, or should you come and get it yourself?"

Song Weiyu looked at the soft, flesh-colored object in his hand and said hesitantly, "Close your eyes and don't peek. I'll take it."

"Okay, come over here."

She was only staring at the man's hand and didn't notice the smile of success on his face.

As soon as Song Weiyu's hand grabbed the nipple cover, Fu Haitang opened her eyes, and looked down from above, seeing her carefully covering her chest with her V-neck suspender dress.

The V-neck was not too deep, just right between the breasts.

But her figure is so good, her perfectly plump breasts are half exposed, but she wants to show them but doesn't.

Thinking of the soft and delicate touch, his palms itched.

"Do you know how to use it? How about I help you put it on?"

Song Weiyu hunched her back slightly, and when she looked up she found that he was staring at her with ill intentions.

That look... was like that of a wild beast that had been hungry for days and couldn't wait to tear the little prey apart.

She immediately pulled off a piece of clothing from the side and threw it in his face, "Obscene!"

She ran back to the little corner where she changed her clothes as if escaping.

Fu Haitang took off the clothes on his face, smiled solemnly, and taught remotely: "Tear it off first, then avoid your middle part and stick it on."

Song Weiyu was concentrating on reading it, and his words almost made her bite her tongue. "There are instructions on it, I can read it myself! Get out of here, you bastard..."

Well, the reputation of a gangster is confirmed.

Listening to the woman a few steps away, who was muttering in dissatisfaction but not daring to speak loudly, he suddenly laughed.

At this moment, in Fu Haitang's eyes, Song Weiyu seemed to have bumped into the future from the corner of their first meeting. Time and space were confused, and the 18-year-old her met him years later.

Fu Haitang licked his cheeks and suddenly felt that it was not bad to live like this.

Play with her every day, buy her little gadgets that she has forgotten, and take her to experience this new world.

He will lead her to experience all those things she liked but had forgotten again. This time he will give her enough sense of security and will never let her hide in a corner of the Fu residence and cry alone.

Just like raising a daughter, I lead her hand in hand to accept this strange world and bring all the good things to her.

The premise is that there is no person in the intensive care unit.

Chen Fang's existence is like a bomb that can blow up all his fantasies at any time.

There was a hint of viciousness in Fu Haitang's eyes, which he hid when he lowered his eyes and took out a palm-sized box from his coat pocket.

Open it and take out a pink diamond necklace.

The diamond hung heavily on the chain, and a closer look revealed that the firework and carving were exquisite, and the style was simple, which perfectly matched her pure and bright appearance at that moment.

Song Weiyu put on her skirt and walked out uncomfortably. This was the first time she wore a halter dress that exposed her chest.

I always feel a chill on my neck and chest.

"Don't feel uncomfortable, relax, you look beautiful like this." Fu Haitang looked at her lovingly, turned behind her, hooked the hair on her neck, and carefully put the necklace around her neck.

The pink diamond embellishes the originally hollow neck, making it even more slender and fairer.

The pink diamond pressed against her skin, the color gradually staining her cheeks.

In the mirror, the man was much taller than her, and his shoulders were wide enough to cover her petite figure. His body was pressed against her back, and his body temperature penetrated through their clothes to the surface of her skin.

The snake bite felt painful and hot, and the broken nerve endings were throbbing.