Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Seeing her frowning in thought, Fu Haitang stretched his head and glanced at her mobile phone.

Li Nian: "Stop wandering in Paris and return to China quickly. Rumors have spread in the circle that you and Fu Haitang are divorced."

The two frowned, and after a brief silence, they looked at each other.

At the same time, he said: "Did you spread the news on purpose?"

……

Before getting on the plane, Song Weiyu made 20 calls, but Chen Fang didn't answer the phone. The initial confusion turned into panic.

He never missed a call from her.

During the 13 hours on the plane, she thought of all the possibilities.

The look in Fu Haitang's eyes had changed from suspicious to deep.

There was disbelief hidden in the bottom of his eyes.

"Don't look at me with that look, I didn't do anything." Fu Haitang lay down in his seat with his eyes closed.

But even with his eyes closed, he could feel Song Weiyu's scrutinizing gaze.

The gaze seemed to be thorny, piercing into his skin and penetrating into his heart.

"boom……"

The plane lands.

Song Weiyu stood up holding the phone in hand and rushed out as soon as the cabin opened.

Keep talking on the phone while running.

In fact, she didn't need to call at all, because Chen Fang would definitely call her back after seeing so many missed calls.

15 hours, but no reply to WeChat.

As I ran, tears filled my eye sockets, and I felt depressed. It was immediately piled up again, as if they were not running on the ground at this moment, but swimming in the boundless sea.

He stopped to catch his breath, threw away his high heels, and ran barefoot in the pick-up hall.

My feet were shaking so much that it hurt all the way to my chest.

Occasionally the sand hits me, which is even more painful.

Without Director Song's pride and Song Weiyu's arrogance, she ran to the airport reception hall in embarrassment.

He has always stood out among the crowd and can be seen at a glance.

But after looking around the crowded hall twice, he was nowhere to be seen.

Maybe in the car.

She swallowed the heavy stone in her throat and walked to the door barefoot.

A few dozen steps away, she seemed to be stepping on thorns.

At the door, his car is not there.

The car of this class, which one could tell was Song Weiyu's, was not at the door.

The man who people in the circle label Song Weiyu by default is not here either.

In a daze, my mind went blank and the world was spinning.

Until the flashlight lights up in front of my eyes, once, twice and three times.

It was so flashing that she couldn't open her eyes.

"Director Song, is it true that you and Director Fu divorced? That's why you're crying?"

"Director Song, are you in such a mess because you were abandoned by Director Fu?"

"Director Song, please tell me. Where did you come back from? Why are you so... embarrassed? You are crying, right?"

Fu Chunhe's Maybach came speeding up and braked suddenly on the opposite side.

He got out of the car and crossed the railing, strode over, pushed away the reporters surrounding Song Weiyu, and protected Song Weiyu behind him.

His eyes were stern and his voice was cold: "What are you asking? Even if it's captured, who of you dares to let me out."

Since Su Jin left, Fu Chunhe has lost his previous gentleness and gentleness, and has become ruthless and will do anything.

At this moment, under those rimless gold glasses, there was an unabashed and vicious threat.

The reporter put down the camera, but still cast a scrutinizing look at Song Weiyu, hoping to see some clues from her beautiful but pale face.

She was forced back step by step by the reporter's greedy gaze.

Behind him, he pressed against a broad chest, warm and hard.

It's him!

She seemed to suddenly come to life, with the whole world shining in her eyes, and she turned around in surprise.

A head taller than her, Fu Haitang was looking down at her, his eyes deep, like an intoxicating late night.

He watched the raised corners of her mouth gradually flatten, and watched the light in her eyes gradually disappear.

It seemed that her heart had given up beating along with her disappointment.

"Director Fu is here! Director Fu, are the rumors true? Director Song is crying so sadly. Is there any hidden secret?"

"Director Fu, are you really divorced from Director Song? Why?"

Fu Haitang pursed his lips, handed the luggage to Fu Chunhe, took off his coat and put it behind Song Weiyu, then gently put her coat on.

"roll."

After speaking, he looked at the reporter with a calm face, exuding unexplained anger.

A circle of reporters spontaneously cleared a path.

Fu Haitang picked her up, walked through the narrow path between reporters, placed her firmly in the back seat, and stepped in.

People around him frequently looked sideways, and reporters also took advantage of the short time to take photos, and finally watched the luxury car drive away.

inside the car.

She was trembling and crying, but she didn't make a sound.

“Go to...Jingnanwan Villa”

She looked at Fu Haitang and uttered these words from deep in her throat, hoarse and hollow, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Fu Haitang put her legs across his body, rubbed her back with one hand to comfort her, and rubbed her feet with the other.

He laid his head on Fu Haitang's chest, his eyes were dull, and he murmured: "He's still gone."

"That morning, I asked him: He won't leave me, right? He clearly said he was right."

"fraud."

Fu Haitang listened silently to her murmur and gently kissed her hair.

At this moment, he was in a state of chaos.

He once hoped that Chen Fang would leave Song Weiyu, but when he really left silently, he was a little worried.

He knows better than anyone that what Chen Fang did was wandering in dangerous areas, and he could be killed if he was not careful.

Fu Chunhe glanced at the rearview mirror.

"Dad, what's going on? There have been rumors about your divorce in the past two days."

"Could the rumor that you two are getting divorced be related to Uncle Chen's disappearance?"

Fu Haitang looked at the dementia-like woman in his arms and pondered: "Probably not. Chen Fang is not missing. He has his own things to do."

Fu Chunhe didn't ask any more questions.

-

Jingnan Bay Villa.

The Maybach drove in slowly.

Song Weiyu carried the colorful shirt she bought for him and walked to the second floor step by step.

The door to his bedroom was open, and before he even entered, he could smell the smell of cigarette smoke, and the table was covered with cigarette butts.

The phone lay alone on the wooden floor.

She looked around and bent down to pick it up. 22 missed calls.

He didn't see that WeChat message either.

- "I bought you a shirt, in a colorful pattern."

-"Miss you."

Mobile phone password, her birthday. I opened WeChat and looked at the unclicked message 'Miss you', and tears fell heavily.

Putting this olive green and white printed shirt on his bedside, she held her cell phone and entered the bathroom.

Open the cabinet door, and underneath the shaving water is the place they agreed on.

I can't remember that it was the night a few years ago when he was holding her in front of this dressing mirror, his chin resting on her shoulder. He opened the cabinet door, pointed to this location and said, "If one day, I suddenly disappear, I will leave you a message at this location."

A very small note.

"I always."