Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Jingming turned around again. He was too lazy to care about the affairs of the older generation. Anyway, Chen Fang had to come in to see him sooner or later, so he didn't want to come in now and feel distressed when he saw all the tubes all over his body.

Song Jingming closed his eyes and said nothing.

But when he closed his eyes, he saw the figure of the little rabbit, murmuring in his arms: "I did what I had to do..."

Song Jingming could only open his eyes again and stare at the incandescent lamp in a daze. His heart ached so much. He didn't expect that he would be single and live to be 28 years old, and now he would still have to worry about such nonsense.

It would be better to just suffer from amnesia. Just as he was irritated, Li He's voice came from the door:

"Hey, why did the lawless man condescend to come? Why didn't you go in at the door? Old Chen, I have to say, you really have a face that will bring disaster to the country and the people. You are almost 50 years old, and you are still thirty-eight-nine-one Like, those muscles are awesome, it would be a pity if you don’t get married in this life, I want to marry you.”

Chen Fang cursed, brushed away Li He's hand touching his chest and said in a deep voice: "Get out."

"Hey, I'll just touch it! Just touch it! Let me tell you, the lawless maniac, this is not 20 years ago. There are surveillance everywhere. Now you have to go to jail for killing people! I was wrong, Brother Chen, let go, I want to stop Oh! Brother Chen, I was wrong..."

Li He came in patting his elbows: "This violent maniac wants to kill me. Can Song Weiyu take care of your family Chen Fang! No wonder one person chopped down a street back then..."

Song Weiyu's face turned cold and his eyes were dissatisfied: "Don't talk about this."

Only then did Li He realize that he had said the wrong thing and quickly apologized: "It's my fault, my fault, I'm such a rude person! Just let me go, I'll come over and look at my second arm."

Song Weiyu put his hands on his chest: "Don't look at the arms, look at the head. He broke his arms because of himself, and his brain can't be broken anymore."

After saying that, he left the ward and took Chen Fang's hand into the elevator, leaving Fu Haitang standing by the window with his fists clenched and silent.

After entering the elevator, my hand has not been released yet.

Chen Fang swallowed with his Adam's apple and looked at Song Weiyu's pearl earrings in silence. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Song Weiyu held it tightly.

Song Weiyu asked softly: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid it will embarrass you."

Song Weiyu held on tighter and tighter, but let go the moment the elevator door opened, and still walked out proudly. Chen Fang clenched the hand she touched and followed her step by step.

The two of them walked in tandem, one soft and the other strong, which was very eye-catching on the road.

After returning to the hotel, the two went up to the 38th floor. I happened to bump into Fu Chunhe. Fu Chunhe's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Chen Fang: "Uncle Chen, I knew you could come and missed me so much."

After saying that, he went up and hugged Chen Fang's waist. Chen Fang smiled softly and touched Fu Chunhe's head: "Silly boy, you won't grow up."

Fu Chunhe muttered: "Just like this in front of you..."

The three sons of the Fu family all grew up with Chen Fang and were very close to him. Song Weiyu didn't care, which caused these people to rely too much on Chen Fang.

Song Weiyu pulled the boss in Chen Fang's arms: "Stop hugging him, it's not good for the employees to see him!"

Fu Chunhe left Chen Fang with a smile, crossed his legs in the public rest area on the 38th floor, and watched Chen Fang and Song Weiyu enter a room. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head without saying anything.

Song Weiyu took off her coat and high heels and walked barefoot on the carpet. She turned around and wanted to take a shower. Chen Fang took out the slippers and put them on her feet: "Take off your clothes and I'll wash them."

Song Weiyu took off all his clothes and threw them outside the bathroom door. Chen Fang picked them up one by one, separating the dry-cleaned ones from the hand-washed ones. He took it out the door and returned to his room.

Fu Chunhe secretly watched Chen Fang come out, shook his head and sighed.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Song Jingming: "Uncle Chen is here, have you come to see you?"

"I'm here, but I didn't enter the ward. I don't know why this old man is so awkward with me. He keeps his face dark every day. Director Song thinks of himself as the President of the United States, and he thinks of himself as the FBI."

Fu Chunhe laughed and replied: "I don't care about you anymore. I want to drink with Uncle Chen tonight. I won't come back until I'm drunk."

"No, brother, let's drink together when I'm healed."

Fu Chunhe did not reply to WeChat, went back to his room, took two bottles of liquor, and entered Chen Fang's room.

Chen Fang was rubbing Song Weiyu's underwear. He looked up and saw Fu Chunhe holding the white wine and nodded: "Wait for me in the living room. I'll dry it up and come back."

After Chen Fang finished washing his clothes, he unbuttoned his shirt and put on a home sweatshirt, making him look even younger.

Fu Chunhe glanced at the black diamond earring on Chen Fang's left earlobe and smiled: "Uncle, you are so perseverant. You work out and box every day. Your physical fitness is better than mine."

"I can't help it. My job requires me to take care of your Director Song."

"Uncle, it's not like it was when you were young. The public security in this society is very good. You don't need to guard her like you protect the President of the United States. You have been guarding her for half your life."

"Well, I'm used to it."

Fu Chunhe filled the wine for the two of them. He still remembered that he was kneeling in the rain. Without Song Weiyu, no one in Fu's house would dare to care about him. It was Chen Fang who saw him when he came home, put his own suit on him, and held an umbrella for him for ten hours without moving a step.

"Uncle, I will admire you for the rest of my life." He drank it all in one gulp, feeling refreshed by the spicy liquor.

Chen Fang also took a gulp and asked, "You haven't found Su Jin yet?"

"No... I met her once two years ago, but she disappeared again. She is quite powerful, and she can escape in my hands, Fu Chunhe."

Chen Fang asked: "Then you plan to keep looking? Keep waiting?"

Fu Chunhe Xiao said, "What can I do if I don't wait? I will never accept others." "Uncle, maybe my generation is just like you, just waiting like this..."

Chen Fang shook his head: "No, you must be luckier than me. You will wait."

The two men talked about it in the middle of the night, and they were both drunk. Fu Chunhe slept directly on Chen Fang's bed. Early the next morning, when Song Weiyu came in, the two of them were sleeping soundly with each other holding a quilt.

Song Weiyu glanced at his eldest son and ignored him, and went directly to touch Chen Fang's forehead.

Just don't have a fever.

Chen Fang opened his eyes and saw that it was her. He took her hand and put it in his own to cover it. He whispered softly: "Good boy, I'll sleep for a while. I have a headache after drinking too much."

Song Weiyu chuckled. Only when he drank too much would this man be more unrestrained and speak softly to her. Song Weiyu turned around and sat on the carpet, leaning against the bed, holding Chen Fang's hand back and looking at his tall nose and eyelashes.

Thinking of those things back then.

The eldest son was born to Fu Haitang before marriage, but because of Fu Haitang's mother's obstruction, the two never got married.

When I met Chen Fang, my eldest son was already 3 years old.

One year, Song Weiyu was abducted by gangsters to blackmail Fu. Fu Haitang was locked up at home by his mother and was not allowed to save her. It was Chen Fang who held a machete and chopped down more than 30 gangsters on the street to save her. out. He protected her with one hand and resisted with the other, leading her out of the dark alley.

Chen Fang stayed in the hospital for half a year. When she came out, she was married to Fu Haitang.

That rainy night, Chen Fang asked her: "Who am I?"

What kind of? is love? It is even more obscure and cannot be said out loud.

Back then, Song Weiyu loved Fu Haitang deeply, gave birth to a child for him before marriage, pleased his mother-in-law for him, and fought hard for him in the business world. His eyes were so red that he could not see the efforts of the person in front of him.

But that's what happened to Chen Fang. From the time he was with her when he was 20 to the age of 49, every scar on his body was caused by her. He could hold a knife or a gun for her, or he could hold a pot or shovel for her; he could fight desperately for her in a bloody battle, or he could bend down to wash her underwear and socks.

Therefore, the longer the years went by, the more she relied on Chen Fang.

Every time, he told Chen Fang to find someone to get married, but he was reluctant to let go. Song Weiyu sometimes thought that if he really found someone to get married, she would probably bring someone to ruin the wedding banquet.

Song Weiyu came back to his senses and looked at Chen Fang in a daze on the bed. His eyes were deep, his nose was straight, and there was no trace of time. If it hadn't been for what happened to her second child this time, she really wouldn't have been so blatant...

The passage of time finally taught her to be brave.