Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

Love is the most elusive, but it can easily break through the fortress you have built with your hard work.

It is also the most irrational. You know clearly that it is time to say goodbye, but you still hope that it will continue.

Between swings, she thought, it makes sense that people only have one heart. You can't pretend to be two people. If you insist on having your own way, then you should bear the pain of tearing your heart in half.

She has suffered the pain of tearing her heart in half for half her life. If she hesitates alone, three people are suffering, so why bother.

"Fu Haitang, with your status, you will meet more and better women. They will not be overbearing like me, and they will not trample on your love like me. So, love others for the rest of your life, just Don't miss me anymore."

Song Weiyu gently took away his hand holding her.

Fu Haitang grabbed her wrist with his backhand: "What I'm asking is whether you still love me. I'm not asking you to make decisions for the rest of my life."

"You are right. There are indeed better women in this world. They are better at coaxing than you, are gentler than you, are more obedient than you, and they can even love me better than you."

"But I don't want it. I just have to do it with you! Otherwise, why didn't you slap me awake twice?"

Song Weiyu looked at the wrist tightly clasped in his palm and thought of those two slaps.

When has Fu Haitang been slapped by others?

Only towards her is there no bottom line of indulgence.

At this moment, she was really thinking seriously. If she wanted to protect him, should she ask for his permission first?

just in case……

"Bang bang."

"Director Fu, Mr. Chen is here." Assistant Yu's anxious voice came from outside the door.

Fu Haitang looked back at the closed office door, and his heart tightened. Why did he come at this time?

The grip on Song Weiyu's wrist tightened, and he hurriedly asked: "Answer me, love or not. Don't think about other things, don't mix other things, I only want this answer..."

Outside the door, Assistant Yu looked at Chen Fang's approaching figure, his expressionless and even cold face becoming clearer and clearer. Then he looked at the two men behind Chen Fang...

...Take a deep breath and block the door of the office, your heart beating fast.

"Mr. Chen, you..." Assistant Yu Te had not finished speaking when he was carried away by A Xiao with one hand.

The moment the office door was opened, Song Weiyu pushed Fu Haitang out from between his legs, and he was pushed back a step.

Although she didn't speak, it seemed that this subconscious push was the answer.

Fu Haitang looked at her, and she looked at the man coming in at the door. As long as Chen Zaibao, she would never look at him again.

Now he already knows the answer without her having to say anything. She had told this answer countless times, but he didn't believe it every time, healed himself every time, and asked again and again after he recovered.

The results of it? The funny thing is, the result is the same every time.

She loves Chen Fang firmly, as if this is her mission.

Chen Fang had already walked up to him. He raised his hand to tuck Song Weiyu's hair behind his ears and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, my feet just hurt a little."

Chen Fang looked at her feet and frowned slightly: "I won't let you wear high heels, and you won't listen. I have to take all your high heels away when you go back to the hospital."

"Oh... I just wanted to dress nice when I came to the company today." She gently rubbed Chen Fang's black trousers with her feet and explained in a coquettish tone.

"No excuses, just obey."

The two of them were talking to each other, with Fu Haitang acting like a bystander, as if he was superfluous to the point of non-existence.

Song Weiyu didn't even look at him again. Her eyes were locked on Chen Fang. Every frown and smile was directed at Chen Fang. She deliberately acted naturally.

Just to convey two words to Fu Haitang: no love.

Chen Fang picked her up by the waist, and she naturally hooked her hands around Chen Fang's neck, buried her head in Chen Fang's chest, and the two of them walked towards the door.

Halfway through the walk, Chen Fang stopped.

Looking sideways at Fu Haitang, he said coldly: "Fu Haitang, I had many opportunities to take her away before, but I gave up. This time, I really won't let go."

Fu Haitang looked at the woman he had loved for half his life, obediently in someone else's arms, neither noisy nor fussy, and extremely obedient.

She gave all her bad temper to herself and all her good sides to Chen Fang.

It turns out that the dividing line between love and non-love is so obvious, but he covered his eyes and deliberately did not see it clearly.

Now that reason and dignity have returned at the same time, Fu Haitang looked at the two of them, and his voice was like a dry well in his chest, unusually smooth and hollow:

"Okay, it's still early. Since everyone is here, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for divorce."