Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu was curling up on his neck, secretly sticking out the tip of her tongue on his neck, looking at his firm and smooth chin and protruding Adam's apple, squinting her eyes to test his self-control.

I heard that when he was maintaining peace abroad, he was famous for being neither womanizing nor greedy for money. There are almost no shortcomings...

Over the years, after drinking, she went crazy and kept asking him if he had seen other women.

He said that he had excellent control and had no idea what a woman was before he met her.

She didn't believe it, so she let her temper test her over and over again.

……

After getting out of the elevator, Chen strode towards her room and asked her to enter the password at the door.

She leaned against him, not daring to raise her head, and said in a muffled voice: "Go to your room, okay..."

He held her in silence.

She could hear the sound of his Adam's apple swallowing, hear his heavy breathing, feel his body becoming stiffer and warmer, and his beating heart.

He doesn't speak.

She whispered again: "Just one night... okay?"

Chen Fang's voice was hoarse, as if he was holding back huge pain, and he could only manage to say two words: "No."

After saying that, he put her on the carpet and returned to his room without looking back.

Song Weiyu stood outside the door, watching him close the door, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip hard, completely losing the ruthless look that she had in Shanghai for 30 years.

He put his hand on the password to his room and clicked it a few times... then stopped.

She walked to Chen Fang's door with bare feet and put her hand on the heavy solid wood door. She seemed to feel the beating of her heart coming from behind the door and said softly:

"I know you are behind the door, I'm sorry...I can't promise you anything now. They are right, I am Mrs. Fu...but I have thought about it ten thousand times, if I could go back, I, I would..."

"Forget it, I'm going back, good night."

Song Weiyu still put down her hand. How could someone like her have unrealistic expectations of going back to the past. It's just that I drank too much tonight and couldn't control how sentimental I was...

Reality is reality and no one can go back.

Not only can't she go back, she can't even change the status quo. Tomorrow, she will still have to be Mrs. Fu.

She sighed, smiled bitterly with tears streaming down her face, turned around and left.

But before he even took a step forward, he was grabbed by the hand from behind the door and pulled in. The cardigan he was wearing was left outside the door.

There were no lights on in the house, so it was very dark.

Only the floor-to-ceiling windows can let in the moonlight, which faintly shines on the carpet, creating a romantic trance...

She was pushed against the door by Chen Fang. She unconsciously tried to find a sense of security with her hands, so she clung to his chest, hearing Chen Fang's rapid and heavy breathing.

He was so close that you could smell the tobacco on his collar. He lowered his head to her ear and asked in a dumb voice: "If you could go back, what would you do... huh?"

"me…"

Song Weiyu felt that his palms were about to be burned by his body temperature. He wanted to let go, but he was greedy, so he could only hold his hands and grasp his clothes tightly.

She couldn't help but swallow, and her breathing quickened. Somehow, in his strong arms, her hands and feet would become weak with her breathing.

The hands holding his clothes were a little soft, and she could only cling to the door to find some support.

He asked again, pressing his upper body tighter.

"Say...I want to hear it."

Song Weiyu was completely restrained by his approaching body. He could only hold his chest up as much as possible, put his chin on his shoulder, and stammered: "I will... It's Mrs. Chen."

As soon as he finished speaking, his kiss fell.

He had never kissed her so greedily, he couldn't restrain himself, he bit her lips with great force, plundering the sweetness of the champagne in her mouth, long and deep. Song Weiyu squinted his eyes, stretched out his arms and hooked his neck, responded gently, and responded with tears.

Until she was almost suffocating, she whimpered and gasped...

He just let go and kissed her tears again, caressing her neck and earlobes.

The straps of her dress slipped off at some point, and her fair skin came into view. He held her waist, gently lifted it up, pressed it against the door, and kissed her all the way down.

His kisses were dense.

Song Weiyu groaned loudly, and his chest heaved due to deep breathing.

Her voice, the tight lines of her arms, her smooth skin, her moist eyes, her thin legs hanging on him...

Everywhere was seducing Chen Fang, as if a hand was constantly tugging at the strings in his heart. He closed his eyes, not daring to look anymore, and held her tightly in his arms...

Don't dare to kiss again, don't dare to continue.

Lying on her body relieved the restless thoughts in his heart.

He squatted down, lifted up the dress that had fallen to her feet, put it on gently for her, rubbed the bruises accidentally left on her chest, and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry... I'm a little heavier."

Song Weiyu bit her lip, looked into his deep eyes, and said tremblingly: "Chen Fang, shouldn't I give you more wine, so that you will be more presumptuous..."

Chen Fang smiled bitterly and raised his fingers to rub her face. Of course he didn't want to let her go. He wanted her more than any man in the world.

But...he also wants to protect her more than any man in the world.

"Then next time, next time I drink some wine, okay..."

He rubbed her face slowly, with an imperceptible smile, filled with sadness and love, looking at her brows and eyes, unable to put it down.

He sent her back to the room and turned back without even taking a step inside.

After entering the bathroom, I ran under the cold water without taking off my clothes. After the fire was gone, I came out shivering, changed my clothes and went to bed.

The room was separated by a wall, and neither of them wanted to sleep.

At this time, there was another person staring at the surveillance camera, his eyes red, his face gloomy, and not sleepy at all.

Fu Haitang knew that there were only Song Weiyu and Chen Fang on the 38th floor tonight. After hesitating for a long time, he logged into the surveillance system of the Hangcheng Hotel and turned on the surveillance on the 38th floor.

The 38th floor is a private space with only images and no sound.

He saw Chen Fang carrying her in, saw the two of them standing hesitantly at the door of the room, and saw Chen Fang pulling Song Weiyu into the room.

He looked at his watch and counted the minutes and seconds. The two of them had been in the room for 20 minutes.

Although he knew that nothing would happen in 20 minutes, when Song Weiyu came out, his eyes that were red from crying... already made him unhappy.

Fu Haitang sank into the boss's chair, crossed his legs, turned off the computer, and looked solemn.

Halfway through life, things have already been decided. It's really ridiculous that the three of them are still struggling with some ridiculous love.

But the absurdity is still absurd, and the sadness is still sadness. Although he knew very well in his heart that Song Weiyu could not divorce him, he knew even better that Song Weiyu could not abandon Chen Fang.

In the dead of night, he was also thinking, maybe at the beginning. Twenty years ago, when Song Weiyu filed for divorce with him for the first time, he should have let her go.

Can……

Fu Haitang stood up in the boss's chair with a gloomy face, picked up his suit and walked out. It was impossible to let go, not even in this life. He would rather the three of them live awkwardly for the rest of their lives, but also see her every day, hold her in his hands, hold her in his arms.

As long as their marriage lasts, she will be his Mrs. Fu.

What's more, she doesn't love herself at all, right?