Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Send her back to Fu's house, a road he has walked for 30 years.

Outside that listed building with red walls and black tiles, every square brick is covered with his soot, and his desires are hidden every late night.

If he hadn't seen hope, he could always stand behind her.

But now, the hole of desire was torn open, and as his hope expanded, it grew stronger. He had almost touched it and had the chance to legitimately own her.

There was no way he could send her back again.

Song Weiyu leaned into this arms that came at the right time.

He seemed to have calculated the right time and leaned behind her when she was at her most restless and weak moment.

She was like a drowning person holding on to the rope, subconsciously placing all her life in this embrace.

Moreover, his words of "I'll send you off" also reminded her of countless late nights when Chen Fang leaned against the car and smoked one cigarette after another.

She owed him a hug then.

Her emotions advanced unknowingly, and the chest behind her became more and more impenetrable like a barrier.

The mental stress of these many days was combined with the panic of leaving home today. It was like a drug outside the trap. She took an overdose.

See the hunter who is waiting for her to enter the cage with open arms as salvation under the moonlight.

Plunged in headfirst.

Song Weiyu turned around and clung to his arms, swallowing tears: "Don't let go, hold me tight."

The cold white light in the bathroom hit his deep eyebrows, and Chen Fang looked at the mirror directly opposite. The person in his arms was shaking all over, looking extremely insecure. She grabbed his shirt with her hands and buried her face deep in his chest, sobbing.

She has nothing but him now, right?

"Song Weiyu, if you choose to hug me, I will never let you go." He slightly loosened the arm that originally restrained her waist, making her lose some sense of security.

Like the rope in a drowning person's hand, it suddenly loosens and falls into the suffocating abyss again.

She clutched his shirt even more tightly and did not come out of his arms. At this moment, she was particularly greedy for the feeling of being enveloped and tightened.

"Don't let go, hold me tight..."

Chen Fang smiled imperceptibly in the mirror, patted the back of the person in his arms, and gradually tried to press her into his body.

The physical comfort far exceeded the comfort of words, and she gradually settled down in this airtight embrace.

But her eyes were still red, and from time to time she would be filled with tears, which would then drip onto her old black shirt.

"Cry if you want, but you have to promise me that this will be the last time you cry for him."

He would not be as stupid as Fu Haitang, letting his woman have two men in her heart at the same time.

If he reveals his ambition today, a month later, he will keep her completely private. This is the only opportunity in his life that he has waited for 30 years.

"Can you promise me?" He moved his lips close to her ear and begged in a low voice.

Song Weiyu leaned on his arms with all her strength, eyes blank, and nodded.

The two hugged each other for a long time, and he resisted kissing him. He knew that now was not the time. If he touched her during the divorce cooling-off period, she would feel guilty about Fu Haitang.

"Have you cried enough?"

"Um…"

Chen Fang put one hand on her shoulder and opened the bathroom closet: "Actually, you really don't need to bring anything. I'm ready."

Song Weiyu looked at the extended wall cabinet, which was filled with three rows of her commonly used skin care products.

"Maybe I'm really not attentive enough, and I'm not that gentle. Sometimes I can't understand your little temper, and I can't understand the meaning behind your words. I've never been in love, so give me some time, or teach me with your own hands, okay? ?”

He gently kissed the hair on the top of her head and looked at her in the mirror. "I love you as much as anyone else."

Song Weiyu looked at him: "Then why did you throw me on the first floor just now?"

He said that there should be no misunderstanding between the two, and if you don't understand, just ask him directly.

Chen Fang let out a low laugh in her throat, and her chest shook her back.

"I want to make a bed and pillow for you before you come up. I'm afraid...if I see you in this room, I'll want to stay."

Song Weiyu lowered her eyebrows. No matter what happened before, with her current mood, she really didn't want him to stay.

She was slightly distracted, and Chen Fang lowered his head and kissed her neck, biting her neck gently, as if to punish her for thinking about someone else just now.

He loosened the skin on her neck, moved his lips up to her ears, gasping slightly as he tried to touch her, "I'll wait for another month."

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Chen Fang went to the guest room. After taking a shower, Song Weiyu stood in front of the mirror and applied body lotion.

Suddenly she saw a bottle of facial cream on the wall cabinet with French characters all over it. Her movements stopped. This bottle of facial cream was brought back from Paris half a month ago.

But after she came back from Paris, Chen Fang didn't go to Fu's house again.

Then how did he know about this bottle of facial cream?

During the time she was hospitalized, only Butler Zhang and Assistant Hao went to her room to help her get things. Naturally, it couldn't be Butler Zhang.

So, Chen Fang and Assistant Hao have a personal connection? Song Weiyu immediately thought about why Chen Fang came suddenly to Fu Haitang's office that day.

Is it a coincidence, or is Assistant Hao tipping him off?

In a daze, the phone rang, it was Gu Zhen.

"Weiyu, I heard Li He said you have been discharged from the hospital? Do you have any plans for tomorrow? Come out and get some fresh air."

"I have an appointment tomorrow, it's company business."

If she wants to help Chen Fang on this road, she must quickly build a science and technology cultural industrial park. Especially in recent years, self-media has become so popular that it outweighs everything else. An anchor can bring in hundreds of millions of goods in one night. The overall benefits behind this are simply immeasurable.

But she doesn’t plan to package Internet celebrities, she wants to build her own media software.

But if she wants to open up this track that she has never walked before, she needs a leader.

President Ma of Yunyi Technology, who is about to step down, is undoubtedly the first choice.

Song Weiyu walked to the window, raised his head and glanced at the moon out of habit, and then looked at the warm lights in the courtyard: "Gu Zhen, do you know Mr. Ma from Yunyi Technology?"

"Have heard a little bit."

"Can you help me check in your law firm why he abdicated this time? Is there any gossip..."

Gu Zhen asked: "Why, do you think there is something fishy about his abdication?"

"According to his qualifications and Yun Yi's influence in the industry, he shouldn't be the one out of the industry. I can only think that he was kicked out."