Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu pondered this sentence.

So, it’s not that Fu Haitang’s coffee suits her taste, it’s just because he brewed it himself?

She was lying on the sofa and kicked Li Nian: "Is it interesting? Show off your affection in front of me, a person who is about to get divorced?"

"Am I showing off my affection? I'm trying to impress you!"

Li Nian quickly climbed onto the sofa, pressed on her, and confirmed in the lowest voice: "You really don't want Fu Haitang anymore?"

"No more." She said decisively.

"You really, really like Chen Fang so much? Song Weiyu, you are absolutely out of your mind. This is the boss of the Fu family in Beijing. Regardless of his net worth of hundreds of billions, he has such a beautiful face. Are you willing to let it go? Let it go. Let other women sleep with you?"

Li Nian gritted his teeth with hatred and wanted to open Song Weiyu's brain to see if there was a vast ocean inside.

Song Weiyu was overwhelmed by her, "No matter how good-looking he is, I have slept with him for 30 years, so I should have slept enough."

After saying that, his face became hot and his eyes were dazed. In fact, he didn't sleep enough.

Fu Haitang's figure is really eye-catching, and her muscles are just right in width and width. Especially with his height of almost 190cm and his broad shoulders, he could completely cover her when he pressed on her.

Every time he couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to run away, he would hold his ankle and drag him back down.

……

Song Weiyu was confused for a while, and slapped himself hard, which dispelled the confusion in his eyes.

"So..." Li Nian's face was dyed yellow by the yellow waste in his mind, and he smiled obscenely.

Because she suddenly remembered Chen Fang's muscles that would tense up even when he was wearing a shirt. In fact, after knowing him for so many years, she had only seen Chen Fang shirtless during a party at a hot spring resort.

Suddenly he chuckled and leaned into Song Weiyu's ear: "Tell me, how about Chen Fang's *&*￥%?"

Song Weiyu didn't hear clearly and held his head: "What? Louder!"

Li Nian pursed his lips and raised his voice: "Let me tell you, Chen Fang's waist! Isn't it very powerful?"

The sound of men's leather shoes hitting the marble floor tiles came to an abrupt end from far away.

Song Weiyu turned to look at the door, and met Chen Fang's eyes looking at her faintly.

Her ears turned red.

Li Nian didn't notice it yet and continued to ask: "He boxing every day, his body must be super strong, he can't fuck you in one night... Uh-huh."

Song Weiyu knelt down on the sofa, covering Li Nian's broken mouth, and his cheeks quickly turned shy, "Shut up! He's back!"

Chen Fang frowned slightly and looked at her, unbuttoning his suit with one hand and placing it casually on the side table.

He kept locking her with his increasingly deep eyes, slowly rolled up two shirt sleeves, and then withdrew his eyes, "Leave me alone, let's talk about you."

Song Weiyu stared awkwardly at Li Nian, who was lying beside her.

Li Nian stood up, pulled on his shoes and ran: "Yu, I'm leaving first. You can tell me about your experience in detail tomorrow."

The person left, and the voice drifted behind him.

The nanny was cooking dinner in the kitchen, and there were only two people left in the spacious living room.

When Song Weiyu heard this, he completely wanted to hide. He lay down on the sofa and covered his head with a pillow.

Chen Fang looked at Ostrich on the sofa, walked over with a faint smile, and sat next to her: "It's not the right time to come back. Are you disturbing your chat with the little sister?"

Song Weiyu's voice was muffled in the pillow, and he shook his head desperately: "No..."

Chen Fang couldn't help but smile wider, took her out from under the pillow, put one arm around her waist, and used the other hand to straighten her hair that was scattered on her forehead: "I didn't expect that you really like to compare. .”

The hair was pulled behind the ears, revealing a face with plain skin but beautiful features, especially the blush that had not dissipated.

Whose man’s waist should I compare to?

"I do not!"

Song Weiyu became angry and wanted to get off the sofa, but he was holding his waist with one arm and couldn't move. He struggled for a while.

Chen Fang pursed his lips, let out a brief deep laugh in his throat, and tightened his arms: "Okay, don't move, it's okay to climb. We have the strength."

Song Weiyu blushed even more.

I originally thought that Chen Fang was very restrained, but now he couldn't speak in a serious manner.

At dinner, the table was full of her favorite dishes, but Song Weiyu didn't have much appetite. Logically speaking, after getting divorced and moving out of Fu's house as she wished, she should be happy that things are going well.

However, the food that went into her mouth was like chewing wood slag. She just chewed numbly.

Chen Fang noticed her absent-mindedness and loss of appetite. He put down his chopsticks and said to the servant: "Take out the guest room. I will sleep in the guest room tonight."

Song Weiyu was startled, and his original unconcerned mood was suddenly replaced by guilt.

She was about to speak, but she saw Chen Fang's expression was cold and gloomy, "You have a good meal, I'll go up first."

She and her nanny were the only ones left on the huge first floor. The huanghuali she had known for 30 years was replaced by European-style furniture, and a strange and desolate feeling hit her face.

Chen Fang also threw herself on the first floor.

She suddenly felt aggrieved that she was away from home and had no one to care for or love her.

I had no appetite at all, so I rubbed my arms and went upstairs with loneliness. She saw the door to the master bedroom open, and Chen Fang was loading her with pillows, the one she was used to.

"Have a good rest tonight, I'll be right next door."

He spoke little, his voice was a little low, and he could hear a bit of displeasure.

Song Weiyu didn't speak, looking at the unfamiliar bedroom and the unfamiliar courtyard outside the window, remembering that he just threw himself on the first floor, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Angrily, he turned around and entered the bathroom.

I turned on the faucet and wiped my face with cold water. The bad emotions I had endured all day surged out at this moment, and my tears mixed with water drops and dripped on the sink.

But my heart felt like I was falling into the clouds, unable to move up or down, and it was difficult to place myself down.

At this moment, she couldn't help but think about what Fu Haitang said: Your peace of mind, your confidence...

The tears fell on the sink one after another as if they were worthless. Accompanied by a strong feeling of being abandoned by the whole world.

She seemed to have shrunk infinitely in the vast world, so small that no one could see her.

When she felt that she was completely in the cold and depressed.

Suddenly, a warm chest came up from behind, hard and tight, with a strong sense of protection.

"Why are you crying? Do you not want to stay here?"

"If you want to leave, I'll take you there."