Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu's fingers turned red from being twisted by herself, and the two men's eyes fell on her fingertips at the same time.

It seemed that what she was pinching was not her fingers, but their hearts.

The lingering fragrance of wintersweet in the air became increasingly bitter, as if mixed with arsenic.

Fu Haitang knelt down and, like coaxing a child, stretched out two fingers to rub her cheek, "My dear, don't make trouble with me again when you get home. Be obedient and say hello to Mr. Chen first..."

"After all, it doesn't necessarily have to be when we meet next time. Maybe it will be two years later."

Song Weiyu suddenly looked at Fu Haitang, who was very close at hand. His eyes were shining with bloodthirsty excitement, as if he were looking at a prey that had been bullied and had no power to fight back.

But there was still a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, clear, clear, and gentle.

This is Fu Haitang, who is calm and yet wants to kill people.

She knew that Fu Haitang was beginning to take revenge on her.

Revenge for her love affair, revenge for her beginning and end, revenge for her chaos and abandonment, revenge for her only seeing Chen Fang.

She knows better than anyone else Fu Haitang's deceitful and violent hatred. Faced with someone who betrayed him or abandoned him, he would use the least lethal but ruthless means to torture the other person bit by bit.

Now the more uncomfortable she becomes, the more heartbroken she becomes. Fu Haitang is more comfortable.

But what she didn't know was.

At this moment, he was in more pain than she was.

If it hurts her a little, it hurts him a lot.

Torturing her one point is torturing himself ten points.

Song Weiyu squeezed her shawl tightly, tears were about to fall from her eyes. She could resist, or even reach out and slap Fu Haitang directly.

She knew that even if she beat him to death, he would not fight back. As long as she does it herself.

But, she can't. Because of guilt.

Perhaps his revenge had already begun since he took the initiative to file for divorce. So she decided to tolerate his revenge before the two officially divorced.

"Hello, Miss Jiang, I am... I am Mrs. Fu." Her voice was hoarse, as if it came directly from her broken heart.

Mrs. Fu said these three words, and Fu Haitang laughed out loud.

The short tone of ridicule made Song Weiyu blush.

Fu Haitang's eyes were playful, and he patted Song Weiyu's overlapping hands gently, "My dear, you are so good."

This look of forbearing grievances all fell into Chen Fang's eyes.

He glanced at Fu Haitang, his eyes full of questioning. Is this what you call protecting her?

Fu Haitang stood up, looked back at Chen Fang coldly, raised his eyebrows lightly, and ignored his question.

He pressed his hands on Song Weiyu's shoulders. His hands were slender and strong, and he controlled her with a single palm.

"Mr. Chen, have you ever felt that your girlfriend looks... very similar to my wife!"

"Especially, those eyes are so pretty."

Eyes, Song Weiyu's eyes were covered with a thin layer of water at the moment, and the bottom of his eyes were red and bloodshot.

nice? Beautiful and embarrassing.

After Fu Haitang said this, everyone around looked into her eyes.

She was like a snail being watched, and everyone's gaze was like a bird's sharp beak poking at her soft body. She desperately wanted to put the eyes on her antennae back into her shell.

Chen Fang watched the mist slowly gathering in her eyes, getting thicker and thicker, and wanted to push Fu Haitang away, carry her to his car, and take her back to his place.

But in the corner, Li Shiyi was staring at the three of them, his eyes no longer full of infatuation with Chen Fang, but with a little hatred.

An hour ago, Chen Fang received a call from Sun Hexi. Fu Haitang cut off access to all Li Shiyi's jewelry stores. He even forced himself to buy the newly opened store and asked Li Shiyi to clear out the store within three days.

Last night, Li Shiyi climbed into Zhu Yan's bed.

Chen Fang calmly took out his hand from his trousers pocket and said, "Dr. Fu, if you didn't mention it, I really didn't pay attention. Let me take a look."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Jie's chin and looked around.

"Yes, the eyes are similar. Then the money is not wasted. It looks good and tastes good."

Chen Fang raised his eyebrows. His facial features were cold and stern. With his short haircut and black diamond ears, his expression was extremely sluggish at the moment.

He smiled and picked up the woman's chin, then put his hands back in his pockets.

Jiang Jie was touched and fainted. This was the first time Chen Fang touched her. He immediately smiled coquettishly, with shyness on his face: "Brother Chen, what are you talking about in front of outsiders?"

Chen Fang's sudden change made Fu Haitang a little wary, and he raised his eyes and looked around.

Song Weiyu was shocked by his words. He said it tasted good?

Jiang Jie didn't refute.

So, on the phone that day, she heard the gasping sound.

it is true?