Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

This gesture also reminded her of some heart-pounding memories.

She suddenly felt that she was a little bit crazy because of the love in her chest. She really shouldn't stay here for too long, tugging back and forth with Fu Haitang until she lost her mind.

Seeing that she was a little distracted, Fu Haitang moved forward a few centimeters.

"Didn't you think I was dirty just now? Why did you do something again?" The words were playful.

Thinking of this, Song Weiyu suddenly became angry again, clamped his knees and pushed him out, and slapped his chest with his hands: "Fu Haitang, what are you talking about with me here? Shen Lanyin is still here Waiting for you outside, it’s not good to keep people waiting for a long time, isn’t it?”

"Fu Haitang, if you have this time, why don't you come with me to get the divorce certificate? Without you, you can bring people back to the office and Fu's house openly and no one will care about you."

Fu Haitang had a good time and stayed still, watching her writhe like a little fry being picked up by its tail.

After beating and scolding for a long time, she felt aggrieved. He muttered: "We're going to get divorced anyway, just touch it, and I don't want it anymore."

There was a mist in his clear eyes, which looked like it would gather at any moment and rain on him.

Slowly, she stopped fussing, and sat down on the desk, still holding on to his shirt with her hands until her fingers turned blue. There was a layer of sadness on his face.

What was she grieving about? Her heart was broken by her, she chose the divorce, and she was forced to sign it.

Fu Haitang sighed in his heart and said coldly: "I didn't touch her."

She frowned slightly, her eyes flickered, and her grip on his shirt tightened.

This explanation is like a stone thrown into the water, causing waves to ripple. She didn't dare to speak, fearing that the flood would release as soon as she opened her mouth. When the flood came out, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to close it.

Fu Haitang looked at the slightly drooped head in front of him, stretched out his hand to touch it, but resisted, "I don't know when she came in. I took a shower because..."

It’s really useless, why do you need to explain?

She doesn’t want you anymore, is there any point in explaining it to her? She cares whether you touch other women, not because she loves you, but because she, Song Weiyu, is too domineering and overbearing. She will protect her things regardless of whether she loves them or not.

Hasn't she been like this for so many years?

Song Jingming's extreme possessiveness was just as easy as fuck.

The only difference is that although Song Weiyu protects her food, if one day her things are bitten by others, she will find them dirty and throw them away immediately.

So these years, he and Chen Fang dared not leave, protecting their innocence as much as their lives. I was afraid that one day I would fall into someone else's trap and be thrown away by Song Weiyu.

With a sore heart, Fu Haitang hated himself a little. He was obviously a predator, but why was he always being pinched by this woman?

Does it matter whether she loves it or not, and whether she throws it away?

Without her, I might live more comfortably, no, I would definitely live more comfortably.

He clenched his fists and propped up the fortress he had built.

The person on the desk also raised his head, and there was water vapor in his eyes, forming a river and hanging in his eye sockets, and it could drip down in just a blink of an eye.

The milky-white cashmere cardigan also fell off half of her shoulders following her actions just now. A thin belt hung on the smooth shoulders, and it was a bit difficult to carry the heavy piece on her chest.

She was holding back tears, always looking helpless and confused, especially now. While holding back tears, she asked in a low voice: "Then why are you taking a shower?"

"Then why are you asking? Didn't you just say that you don't care if you get divorced?" Fu Haitang deliberately kept his voice cold and threw the question to her after she finally plucked up the courage to ask.

"I……"

In the end, she still couldn't hold it back, and the tears she had been saving for a long time fell heavily. Since she couldn't hold back the tears, she must retain her dignity.

"Then I won't ask. You get out of the way, I'm leaving." She held back her tears, pushed him, and moved under the desk.

Move and move, but moved to a familiar embrace.

Fu Haitang rolled his Adam's apple, swallowed the hoarse pain, and the fortress collapsed. He put an arm around her back and comforted her gently.

I still paid for my wishful thinking: "Because you beat me that night, and I haven't changed my clothes since I came back from the hospital. I have been sleeping on the sofa in the office."

Three days passed in a hazy state, as if dead.

Where can I take care of changing clothes?