Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu was attracted by the word 'Chen Fang'.

Then he slowly opened his half-closed eyes and looked at Chen Fang with a profound look on his face, and the friend in front of him who had been coveting Chen Fang for half his life: Li Shiyi.

Song Weiyu's pair of peach blossom eyes after drinking wine were very deep, with water in his mouth and a hook, and he looked at Chen Fang intently.

He turned slightly and avoided Li Shiyi.

Continue to look into Song Weiyu's eyes and walk towards her.

But before he took two steps, he was hugged from behind. He paused and subconsciously looked at Song Weiyu.

She didn't move, not even annoyed.

The woman behind him screamed, her voice pitiful and broken: "Chen Fang, are you a fool? What's so good about Song Weiyu? You've been following her for half your life, guarding her for half your life, and you still don't understand? There's no way she's going to be with Fu. Haitang divorces!”

After listening to what she said, Chen Fang looked at the arms around his waist.

He didn't pull it away immediately, but looked up at Song Weiyu as if he was fascinated.

She was still leaning on the sofa, not moving even half a step. She even raised her head and drank half the glass of champagne in her hand, then licked her lips and looked here faintly.

The two just stared at each other.

He waited for her to come over; she waited for him to come over.

Sadly, this kind of waiting is not because you are not sure of the other person's love, but because you are not sure whether you are qualified to take the initiative.

Li Shiyi got drunk and said everything in his heart.

It is specially designed to poke into the heart, lungs and tubes.

"Chen Fang, this is Mrs. Fu. No matter where she goes, she has to be called Mrs. Fu!"

"You understand, you should understand better than anyone else!"

"Song Weiyu is just using you! Ask her if she dares to leave everything and follow you...she doesn't dare!"

These words surrounded Chen Fang and Song Weiyu. At this time, they were only 5 meters apart, but there seemed to be an invisible wall between them.

The others sobered up instantly and stared blankly at the three people in front of them, wondering whether they should step forward and pull away the drunken Li Shiyi.

After all, everyone knows that Chen Fang is Song Weiyu's taboo word.

No one in the entire circle dared to covet Chen Fang.

But now, Chen Fang let Li Shiyi hold him from behind and looked at Song Weiyu.

After a moment of acquaintance, Chen Fang's eyes looking at Song Weiyu became more and more profound. He knew that he should not deliberately test how much she loved him, nor should he try to ask her to come out and declare sovereignty just because of other people's words.

He has no qualifications.

Therefore, for thirty years, he has never expected anything to be fair and aboveboard.

But occasionally, he really wanted her to declare his sovereignty. Just like now, he wished that she could come over, knock off Li Shiyi's arm, and warn her: Stay away from Chen Fang, he is mine.

She still didn't move on the sofa.

He withdrew his eyes with loneliness, looked down at the arms around his waist, and couldn't help but wonder if she would be anxious and crazy if he really got married.

He wanted to see her go crazy and jealous for him, but...how could he bear to make her suffer.

Chen Fang raised the corners of his mouth and laughed at himself.

Then he reached out and tried to tear off the hands on his waist.

Just as they were about to touch each other, they were stopped by a slender white hand. He raised his eyes and saw Song Weiyu standing in front of him, smelling sweetly like champagne, with displeased eyes and a coquettish and angry voice:

"Don't touch her arm! What are you doing, Chen Fang! Let her hug you for so long! You are so good at skills, but you can still let a woman cling to you? Did you do it on purpose?"

With that said, Song Weiyu stretched out two fingers to pinch her wrist bones. The pain made Li Shiyi let go of her hand.

Chen Fang was stunned. Listening to her tirade, his expressionless face couldn't help but smile helplessly, helplessly and dotingly.

He raised his hand to lift up the belt hanging from her arm, and put his cardigan on her.

He rubbed her cold face and said in a deep voice: "It's too cold, go back to sleep."

Song Weiyu didn't move, she opened her hands and threw herself into his arms. His waist was very strong and his chest was full of muscles. Every time he hugged him, he felt particularly safe.

Chen Fang protected her waist with one hand and touched her hair with the other, coaxing softly: "Someone is watching, stop hugging her."

"Look, look, I'm so jealous of them..."

The three people swallowed and looked dumbfounded. Although everyone had known about Song Weiyu and Chen Fang's hazy relationship before, Song Weiyu had also been seen in public attending receptions holding his arm.

But... this kind of love is a simple embrace between a man and a woman.

It's really rare, and under the spotlights on the top floor, Chen Fang's broad shoulders, narrow back, long legs and buttocks are infinitely magnified...

Before, these best friends were drinking. After drinking too much, they secretly asked Song Weiyu if Chen Fang was in good physical condition, if his muscles were hard, and if his waist felt special...

At that time, Song Weiyu always smiled very slyly, deliberately saying that of course, and then pointed at Chen Fang who had been guarding her not far away, and said that what you see is what you get!

They were extremely envious at that time.

The stunned three people shook their heads, withdrew their leering eyes, and continued to sit down and tease the male model.

Is there any wealthy family that has no trouble? The drama performed on one-third of an acre of land in one's own family is already exciting enough, and there is really no need to go to other people's houses.

Li Shiyi's eyes were red, and he looked at Song Weiyu and shouted: "Let him go! Why do you keep tying him up... He can obviously have his own life. He is so good, why should he live behind your back?"

Chen Fang was displeased and tightened his chin. He didn't look at Li Shiyi and said softly to the person in his arms, "Let's go. I'll take you back to rest."

Song Weiyu raised his head, but did not let go of his hands, sticking to him, looking greedily at his eyes, the bridge of his nose, his lips...

Without saying a word, he just stepped forward and kissed her.

The moment their lips touched, Chen Fang frowned, didn't respond, didn't close his eyes, just stared at her trembling eyelashes, and couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple.

Pressed on the spot burned by the cigarette butt on his fingertips...

Pain hit him, waking him up. He knew he should avoid it, after all, there were so many people watching now.

But... this was the first time she kissed him when outsiders were around, and he was reluctant to let go.

But he couldn't respond... he could only let her lick and bite.

Until she let go unsatisfied, glanced at him, pinched his waist and whispered in his ear: "Is your self-control really that good..."

Li Shiyi left with red eyes.

He left a sentence: "Madman...two madmen!"

Chen Fang looked at the person in his arms whose cheeks were pink from drinking and who was a little hot all over. He took a deep breath, suppressed the flames that she had just aroused, and said in a hoarse voice: "Can you go by yourself?"

She hooked her hands around his neck and pressed her eyes against his chest: "No, hug..."

Chen Fang smiled silently. This was already the case tonight. The two of them were seen hugging and kissing. Already extremely arrogant...

He easily picked her up, entered the elevator, and pressed the button for floor 38 under the watchful eyes of others.

In the elevator, Chen Fang tilted his head to avoid her: "Don't move, there is surveillance."