Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Su Jin took out her hand: "Mr. Fu, I'm married, please respect yourself."

Fu Chunhe pursed his lips: "But you can't take your temperature without taking off your shirt."

Su Jin's original heartache suddenly dissipated, and her anger flew into the sky: "Fu Chunhe, did you do this on purpose?"

"Are you sick on purpose?"

Su Jin didn't know how to reply to him, so she took the thermometer and handed it over: "Measure it yourself."

"will not."

Su Jin took a deep breath: "Fu Chunhe, please wake up. We have been separated for 8 years. I am married and I am very happy now. Please stop stalking me. Okay?"

Fu Chunhe didn't expect her to speak so bluntly. He squeezed his knees with his hands and tears quickly filled his eyes: "Su Jin, can you get a divorce? Please..."

When will Fu Chunhe ask for help? Whether in financial magazines or on TV, he has always been aloof and extremely cold-tempered.

It was the first time Su Jin heard him be so groveling, and she was afraid that she could not help but feel soft, so she said in a cold voice: "Why should I get a divorce? Mr. Fu, I am very happy now, don't bother me."

Fu Chunhe slumped down on the sofa and wiped away the tears that had just flowed: "Okay, then you don't care about me. Anyway, you don't care whether I live or die."

After saying that, he started coughing again.

The news of Fu Chunhe's suicide was well sealed back then, so Su Jin didn't know that he committed suicide for her, and he walked around the Palace of Hell before being rescued.

At this moment, she just wanted to get revenge on him. Su Jin stood up, went to get her coat, and threw Fu Chunhe's suit to him: "Mr. Fu, I have to go to work. Please go to the hospital."

Fu Chunhe looked at her cold face, his heart ached, and his heart was covered with dust. He picked up the suit and left without looking back.

Su Jin didn't dare to look at the back of him as he left. She tried hard to swallow the lump in her throat, made herself look like she had no mood swings, and went to the store.

But I have been listless all morning, and my mind is filled with that tall and slender figure.

Are you taking revenge on him or yourself?

Su Jin was a little confused. He loved her very much back then, and she knew it. If Song Weiyu hadn't stood in the way, the two might have gotten married long ago.

I was in a daze when my cell phone rang. It's an unknown number.

"Miss Su Jin? I'm Mr. Fu's driver. I finally found you... Mr. Fu has a severe fever, but he doesn't go to the hospital and keeps talking about you."

"Just wait until he faints and take him to the hospital."

The driver was stunned and hesitated: "Miss Su Jin, you can't wait until you faint. Mr. Fu has always been very weak after being soaked in the rain for so long."

"Why is it raining?"

The driver shut up at the right time and only sent Fu Chunhe's address.

Su Jin held her cell phone and shouted to the second floor: "You two, come down and look at the store. It will hurt your health if you do it for a long time! I'm going out."

Regardless of whether the two wild mandarin ducks upstairs heard me, he opened the store door and rushed to the address sent by the driver.

A new hotel is being built, and Fu Chunhe lives in the Hilton closest to the construction site.

The driver came down to pick her up personally: "Miss Su Jin, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still as beautiful as before."

This driver has been with Fu Chunhe for more than ten years and is quite affectionate.

Su Jin smiled and said: "Uncle Li, are you okay? Do you still insist on practicing boxing?"

"Of course, I want to protect Mr. Fu. It's not been easy for Mr. Fu these past years. Since you left, his body has... ugh..."

Su Jin's eyes flashed with confusion: "What? I think he is in good health? How could... Uncle Li, what do you mean?"

Uncle Li shook his head and hesitated: "Miss Su Jin, you'd better ask Mr. Fu yourself. I'll give you the room card. I won't go up. When Mr. Fu wakes up, tell him for me that someone is watching the construction site and let him have a good rest." .”

Su Jin looked at the key card, and her doubts became more and more serious. What about being caught in the rain and what about being weak?

Pushing open the door of the suite, Fu Chunhe was sitting on the desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, pressing his eyebrows with a look of discomfort on his face. There are four employees in suits next to them, reporting to work.

When they heard someone coming in, everyone looked up.

"What are you doing here?" Fu Chunhe's voice was extremely calm.

Su Jin wanted to ask him about his health, but didn't know how to ask. Other employees are also watching, let alone asking directly.

But Fu Chunhe looked very unhappy and slumped powerlessly in the boss's chair. Is he really getting worse day by day? Su Jin felt worried, Uncle Li would never lie.

It's all like this, but you still don't cherish your body.

Su Jin was a little angry. Under the gaze of other employees, she walked directly to Fu Chunhe's desk, pulled off his pen and threw it on the table. Then she touched Fu Chunhe's forehead, which was even hotter than in the morning.

He directly picked up the phone in the room: "Send me a thermometer, thank you."

The four people, who didn't know whether they were secretaries or project managers, took a breath instantly and looked at each other: Who is this? Should I be kicked out directly? This is all done to the president! The last woman who started directly is now mining in Africa.

Fu Chunhe's face turned darker and he said displeasedly: "Su Jin, did I let you in? Don't you care whether I live or die? Why do you want to come and collect my body?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Jin slapped Mr. Fu on the mouth: "It's unlucky, take back this sentence!"

After the slap, the four people who looked at him stood up and immediately wanted to call security. Two of them had already stretched out their hands, intending to carry Su Jin out.

Fu Chunhe clenched his fists and licked his sore lips. His eyes were gloomy and he looked like he was about to get angry. He opened his lips lightly and said in a long voice: "I take back what I just said."

The jaws of the four sculptures almost fell to the ground. The commercial king of hell was subdued? Does this woman have nude photos of the president?

Fu Chunhe was sitting on a large boss chair with a computer in front of him. He wanted to close the computer.

Su Jin grabbed his tie and pulled it away: "Open your mouth and take antipyretic medicine."

Fu Chunhe's eyes evaded and he glanced at the computer, holding the mouse with trembling hands.

"Fu Chunhe, is work so important? Give me the antipyretic medicine first!" Su Jin roared.

The mouse was pushed far away by Su Jin. Fu Chunhe's eyes were flushed. He didn't know whether it was from fever or anger. His face was so red that even the roots of his ears were red.

But he obediently took the medicine and water and drank it in one gulp.

The housekeeper brought a thermometer and some cold medicine. Only then did the four project managers react: "Mr. Fu, what, you are here first because you are sick? Let's go to the construction site first?"

Fu Chunhe didn't reply and looked at Su Jin.

Su Jin didn't want the two of them to be alone, so she took out the thermometer and said, "No, I'm quick. Just take your temperature. I won't say anything, and you can continue with the meeting."

Fu Chunhe nodded and motioned to the four people in front of him to continue. Then he opened his hands and slumped in the boss's chair, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

Su Jin didn't expect Fu Chunhe to take her temperature, so she bent down to unbutton Song Jingming's shirt. She unbuttoned two buttons and tried to put the thermometer in, but she couldn't get close.

Then he unbuttoned his buttons.

Fu Chunhe swallowed, and his eyes quickly darkened.

Su Jin put her hand inside his shirt and touched twice before finding the position. Put the thermometer away: "Don't move, wait a few minutes."

Fu Chunhe waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go, we'll have another meeting tomorrow." The four of them hurriedly ran out, and thoughtfully turned on the 'Do Not Disturb' light at the door.

Suddenly, a third person's voice came to my ears: "Mr. Fu, please do your work first. We will be offline."