Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Holding the phone in one hand, hesitating whether to hang up, the other hand covered his trembling breasts.

Chen Fang glanced at his phone, but Fu Haitang hadn't hung up yet.

"Why are you covering it? It's not like I've never seen it before. Besides, can you cover it with your little hands? Can I help you?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Song Weiyu hurriedly went to hang up the phone, but found that Fu Haitang hung up before her.

Looking at the black screen of her mobile phone, she felt bottomless.

Chen Fang saw her dazed and restless expression, threw down the towel, and hugged her from behind.

He placed a long kiss on the side of her neck.

"Don't miss Fu Haitang in my arms, okay?"

His calloused palms slowly traveled over her body, squeezing every soft part of her body.

When she was pressed against the bed, Song Weiyu trembled stiffly.

Chen Fang put his arms on the sides of her face, pressed his well-defined muscles on her chest, and kept kissing her.

Holding her knees apart, Song Weiyu subconsciously pushed his chest.

Chen Fang kissed her and comforted her in a mute voice, "I'll go slow and gentle, and I won't torment you."

It wasn't until he felt the bitterness on the tip of his tongue and stood up that he saw her slightly pale expression and the tears staining her eyelashes.

"What, you don't want to?"

Song Weiyu frowned tightly, his voice trembling, "Your chest is broken, there is a lot of blood."

Only then did Chen Fang see the wounds that had been sutured just a few days ago and were torn open.

The blood was stained on her chest at the same time, which was white and coquettish.

He wanted to say that this little injury should not be delayed.

But seeing Song Weiyu shaking badly under him, he didn't want to force it. He reached out and pulled his shirt to cover her eyes, "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it. You can go to sleep first. I won't touch you tonight."

Chen left the bedroom and leaned against the door to smoke.

Those wounds were cracked, terrifying and bloody, but he didn't care, but his eyes gradually dimmed.

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, just like a few years ago when he would smoke alone all night after sending her home.

It turns out that when people are not in their heart, they feel uncomfortable.

As the ash fell, Fu Haitang looked at the scattered cigarette butts in the ashtray, forcing himself not to think about what they were doing.

On the table, the camera was still recording his ridiculous innocence.

……

Song Weiyu lay quietly for a while, pulled off the shirt covering his eyes, and looked at the ceiling.

Take out your phone and click on Boss Wu’s WeChat account.

She suddenly didn't dare to ask about the contents of the file that she had always wanted to know.

...

She only heard a few words from Fu Haitang's phone call with Chen Fang tonight.

But these few words stopped her from thinking about it any further.

Not far away, the document on the bedroom table was the Yunyi Equity Transfer Contract given to her by Fu Haitang.

Song Weiyu was in tears.

So, how much are he and Chen Fang hiding from her?

Click on WeChat and ask, "How many characters have been decoded from the document?"

"Half, but...I read this document, Fu Haitang won't silence me..."

Boss Wu sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about the text that had been disassembled so far, which was about Song Weiyu's kidnapping 28 years ago.

"What silence? What is half of it?"

Boss Wu kept shaking his legs, "Come to the store tomorrow and I will show you."

"No, I want to know now."

Song Weiyu sat up and clutched the corner of the quilt tightly. She really couldn't bear this night.

"The document was handwritten. After analyzing the handwriting, he must have written in a hurry." Boss Wu paused.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"If you send forces to rescue the hostages this time, in the name of the sole heir of the Fu family, I promise that from the time I inherit the Fu family until my death, I will voluntarily..."

Boss Wu stopped, "I haven't figured out the second part yet, but the previous part is pretty much the same."

Song Weiyu widened his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and held his hands until they were numb.

These words kept echoing in her ears.

In extreme shock, the whole person seemed to have lost his soul.

At that time, there was almost no information and communication. Calling the police, the police were suppressed by the superiors, but the police could not cure the kidnappers.

Moreover, the kidnappers back then were armed with hard weapons. If they wanted to rescue the hostages, they had to be suppressed with strong fire.

So... Fu Haitang and the military...

Song Weiyu inserted his fingers into his hair and shook his head slowly, "It's impossible..."