Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu was holding a palm-sized medicine bottle, not knowing where to start. Almost his entire upper body was covered with abrasions and scratches. She even suspected that this bottle of medicine powder might not be enough.

She raised her eyes and gave him a coquettish look.

She heard the temptation in Fu Haitang's words, but she couldn't give him the answer he wanted.

She even understood that after seven days of temporary possession, there would be more fatal harm.

But Song Weiyu knew that if Fu Haitang were allowed to choose, he would be willing to exchange everything in the rest of his life for these seven days.

"Fu Haitang, when did you become depressed? Why didn't you tell me?"

Fu Haitang listened to her reluctantly changing the subject and smiled bitterly, "It's not serious, it will be fine after taking medicine, there's no need to worry you."

But I felt wronged in my heart, if you cared about me a little more, you would have discovered that I was depressed and unstable and had insomnia ten years ago...

"Then let me see your arm."

She pointed to the forearm tightly wrapped in gauze.

From last night till now, Fu Haitang has been avoiding her from looking at or touching this place. Even when the bandage was a little wet after taking a shower just now, he didn't change the gauze in front of her.

What's under the gauze?

"Just take the medicine honestly. If you don't go out for breakfast, Li He will come and break down the door." Fu Haitang pressed on her head.

She pushed his palm stubbornly: "But, I want to see!"

"That won't work. There's medicine stuck inside, so I can't open it."

She withered again, stretched out her finger and gently poked the man's forearm, "Does it hurt? How did you get hurt..."

He said casually, "I was accidentally scratched, it's no big deal."

Song Weiyu looked at the snow-white gauze and leaned over to give it a kiss.

"Fu Haitang, I feel so bad."

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As they walked towards the front hall, Song Weiyu held his hand and rocked it back and forth.

Bengbengbeng grabbed a handful of snow from the corridor and handed it to him, "Look, it snowed a lot last night. It's piled up so thick."

Fu Haitang looked towards the courtyard outside the corridor. It was a sea of ​​sparkling white flowers, making the house with red walls and black tiles look as beautiful as an ancient painting.

He brushed the snow off her hands and held her cold palms. “Yeah, I saw it by the window last night. It was a heavy snow.”

Last night? By the window?

Song Weiyu's mind was immediately filled with the image of the curtains shaking in disarray.

Fu Haitang smiled and looked down at her gradually reddening earlobes. "I'll build a snowman for you at the door of the house?"

"Well, yes."

The two walked hand in hand to the dining table. Li He slumped in the armchair like an old man, put down his mobile phone which was halfway through playing a game, and his tangled gaze, as if he had eaten a fly, was about to penetrate Song Weiyu.

Her face turned even redder, her eyes darted around and she tugged at Fu Haitang's sleeve.

Fu Haitang sat down and picked up her favorite breakfast, including shrimp dumplings, crab roe soft cakes, taro with coconut milk... and amid her protesting eyes, he picked up half a plate of green vegetables.

Li He squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.

Fu Haitang glanced at him and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Your curtains seem to be of very good quality. Where did you buy them?"

Song Weiyu coughed a few times and fumbled around in the air with her hands. Fu Haitang grabbed her hand and stuffed a glass of water into her hand.

He glanced at Li He with dissatisfaction, "Where's Shao Guoren? Call him over, I have something to arrange."

Li He's face then darkened. Seeing Fu Haitang's serious look, he thought that he had something important to explain.

Before I finished my meal, Shao Guoren came over in a hurry, picked up a spring roll from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, speaking incoherently: "Sister-in-law? Oh no, sister, why are you here..."

"Sister?" Song Weiyu stared at Fu Haitang.

Shao Guoren drank soy milk and stuffed fried cakes into his mouth, his eyes still on the table full of breakfast left, "My brother said that he is divorced and he doesn't allow me to call you sister-in-law."

Fu Haitang frowned tightly, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

The little gaze beside me was getting hotter and hotter, full of anger.

He put on an impeccable smile, grabbed Song Weiyu's chair and dragged him to the side, "Don't listen to his nonsense, you know he's not smart."

Shao Guoren, with his mouth blocked by steamed dumplings, raised his eyebrows and asked Li He for help.

Li He had a serious face and raised his glasses to hide the sadness in his eyes. "Fu Haitang, you asked me to call Shao Guoren. What do you want to arrange?"

It could be about his illness, or it could be some instructions or entrustment...

"Build a snowman for my wife." The man was calm and composed.