Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The flowing clouds moved slowly, and the sunset slanted down in a blink of an eye.

The sky garden on the top floor of the hotel is brightly lit and blooming with flowers. The air is filled with the smell of champagne, making people a little tipsy without drinking.

There are more and more people on the top floor. From 30 to 60 years old, the top rich women in Hangzhou are arriving one after another.

They say old men love to play, but these rich sisters are the ones who know how to play.

All of them did not hesitate to spend money. When they were happy, they stuffed money into the crotch of the male model. The already bulging crotch was stuffed so much that it was unbearable to look at it. Now, the boxes containing the money have been opened, and there are ten of them, placed at the feet of Song Weiyu in the middle.

All the top male models in Hangzhou understood the situation clearly.

Work hard tonight and earn enough for a year.

Song Weiyu is sitting on the white velvet sofa in the middle. Tonight she is wearing a burgundy backless dress with a ring of diamonds on it, shining brightly under the spotlights. Reclining on the white sofa, drinking with half-lidded eyes, he stood out like a goblin.

"Sister Song, are you free today? Then I have to introduce you to a male model... KK, come here, call Sister Song!"

The male model named KK walked closer.

Song Weiyu didn't look at him and replied with a smile: "Why are you introducing men to me...You guys are playing, don't worry about me. I'll just watch you play."

He said and drank a drink. Everyone knows her rules and only wants to watch, so no one usually puts male models in her. Tonight is weird...

So, she raised her eyes and glanced at the man.

stunned.

It seems that all the male models either have side parting or bangs that cover their hair. But he was a tall boy, and what was even more interesting was that he not only had a handsome face, but also a strong body, and he also had an earring in his left ear.

The rich woman who introduced the male model to her understood immediately when she looked at her slightly stunned eyes. She leaned closer and whispered: "As soon as I looked at him, I immediately thought of you, Sister Song. This is obviously the younger version..."

Before she finished speaking, the rich woman gave her a look that said, "You know everything."

Song Weiyu stared into the male model's deep and determined eyes, patted the sofa next to him for the first time and said, "Sit down."

When the rich woman saw that Song Weiyu accepted it, she twisted her waist and left. She was sure that Song Weiyu would accept...

The male model filled Song Weiyu's empty glass with champagne. He lowered his eyebrows and was not as noisy as other male models. He pursed his lips and had a firm and smooth chin.

This side of the face...tsk, looks more like it.

Song Weiyu licked his lips, his eyes became somewhat inquiring, and after drinking the wine poured by KK, his eyes became hazy.

It's not because of the wine, it's because of the 5-point similarity.

If Fu Haitang came up now, he would see Song Weiyu, who was wearing very sexy clothes, leaning on the pure white sofa, staring at a male model in a daze with moist eyes.

In fact, Fu Haitang was also walking to the top floor. As soon as he left the room, he met Song Jingming who was coming back from the top floor.

Song Jingming frowned and looked at him. He never interfered with Song Weiyu's affairs. Are you going to go up today?

"Dad, you're not going to the top floor, are you? You don't have to go, my mother is very honest. She only throws away money and never gets involved. No male model can walk into her. You know this..."

"Well, I'm just going to learn more about it."

……

Fu Haitang got on the escalator, and before his legs stepped onto the steps of the sky garden, he saw Song Weiyu dressed in red, with his arm resting on the white sofa, and his other hand shaking a slender champagne glass.

Her hair, which she usually wears in a bun, has been changed into big waves, lazily scattered around the swan's neck. She has gorgeous eyebrows, waist and buttocks.

After drinking today, I feel more like a fairy.

Fu Haitang swallowed and wanted to go inside.

He glanced sideways and frowned. There is someone next to her... She never allows male models to sit next to her. Why did she break the rule today?

Fu Haitang stopped and squinted at the man next to her. Although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, the outline of him already made his heart collapse.

Black shirt, short cropped hair, muscles exposed outside the shirt.

Fu Haitang's eyes became more and more ugly, and his elegant face was instantly covered with a layer of coldness. He tightened his jaw and gritted his teeth to stare at the figure.

At this moment, maybe Song Weiyu really drank too much. She stretched out her arm, raised two fingers, and twisted the male model's chin to force him to look at her, and then looked at...

I smiled as I looked at it, a very gentle smile, as if I was looking at the entire starry sky.

"release."

A cold voice suddenly came, and a tall and straight figure stood in front of Song Weiyu.

She was stunned for a moment and looked along the sound. Fu Haitang put his hands in his trousers pockets, his face as gloomy as the sky before a summer rainstorm. Song Weiyu let go.

He was half awake from the wine.

Fu Haitang looked at the male model and said in an emotionless voice: "Get out."

The male model glanced at Fu Haitang's million-dollar watch and stood up knowingly. At this time, the top floor was full of rich women and male models, and he was the only one in the gray suit.

"Here... the real master is here. It seems we won't have any fun tonight." The rich woman's friends whispered.

Fu Haitang remained expressionless, standing in front of the sofa and staring at her. At this moment, he felt more sad than angry.

"Song Weiyu, let me tell you why you let a male model sit on your sofa tonight for the first time...hehe.

If you are even five points like him, you can sit next to you, right? "

who is he. Everyone on the top floor knew.

Tonight, asking this question in public was equivalent to Fu Haitang personally throwing his face at Song Weiyu's feet and making the people on the top floor laugh. He is a respectable man in the capital, but tonight he is nothing.

Song Weiyu didn't say anything. She didn't expect Fu Haitang to come up tonight. Just once, he happened to see her.

Sin ah.

She drank the champagne in her glass in one gulp and stood up.

He staggered and fell to the ground.

But just as she expected, she was caught firmly and fell into the arms of the man in the gray suit.

The elegant scent of Fu Haitang's perfume entered his nose, and Song Weiyu smiled in his arms: "If you are so angry, don't pick me up, just let me fall to death..."

Fu Haitang hugged her tightly, watching her triumphant smile in his arms, and her charming peach blossom eyes filled with sparkling water.

In the end, he still didn't lose his temper, just like he had done countless times before.

Ignoring everyone's confused looks, he picked her up and returned to the suite.

behind the door.

Song Weiyu leaned against the cold solid wood door, lowering his eyebrows and not looking at him. Fu Haitang pulled off his tie and threw it on the ground, unbuttoned his shirt sleeves, and took off his watch. The air pressure on his body was extremely low.

Song Weiyu took advantage of the opportunity to run away.

He grabbed him back and pressed his waist against the door: "What? Just run away after causing trouble? Are you scared?"

"Song Weiyu, are you regretting your original choice again? Huh? Tell me, what are you thinking about? Miss him?"

His voice became hoarse and deeper, and he got closer and closer to her. Slowly unzipping the dress behind her, he gritted his teeth and said word by word in her ear: "Would you like me to show you the marriage certificate? Huh? My Mrs. Fu..."

He held the back of Song Weiyu's neck and kissed her tightly. Densely packed, swallowing all her whimpers.

Her legs were off the ground and she could only rely on him. But he would only be satisfied if she relied entirely on him.

She stroked his shoulder, humming with blurred eyes, but couldn't struggle to get out of his hands. Her slender waist was held in his palm, and her whole body was imprisoned in his arms. She could only stretch her legs to hook his strong waist as much as possible.

Her eyes were already clouded with moisture, and she bit his shoulder, but the sound still escaped from deep in her throat. He didn't know how many soft words he said, but he couldn't listen to a word.

she cried and cursed.

"Fu Haitang, you...bastard...well"

"That's a pity, you have to follow this bastard for the rest of your life..."