Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The soot carried sparks and was extinguished before it hit the ground, and Song Weiyu's heart sank.

Not only was she worried that the lie would be exposed immediately, but she also seemed to be afraid that he would see her reluctance for Fu Haitang.

She couldn't move, and from a few meters away, she looked through the dark night and saw the sad disappointment in his eyes. This look was like a dose of hangover soup, pouring solidly into her heart.

She hesitated about how to explain and moved towards the car.

Chen Fang opened the car door, stepped out with his long legs, and put out the cigarette in his hand. He didn't go to meet her, he just stood by the car without moving, waiting for her to approach.

He looked over her head and behind her.

A tall figure was standing in the shadow of the wall, and his face could not be seen clearly. All he could see was the slanting light, illuminating a section of the man's gray shirt.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and stared provocatively at the dark corner.

Song Weiyu gradually approached and found that his eyes were not looking at her, but at the house. She was a little confused and just wanted to look back.

Chen Fang raised his hand and pulled the black T-shirt off his chest.

The wound was full of flesh and blood, and the T-shirt on his chest was soaked with blood.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she didn't care to look back at all. She hurriedly ran a few steps to him, took his arm, and supported him.

"Where did you get injured? Who cut it?"

She kept staring at the ripped T-shirt, frowning, thinking of the injuries he had suffered for her over the years. It was as if memories rushed to the front of my eyes instantly and were superimposed on this scene.

Someone's deep affection is ultimately no match for the life-saving protection of the person in front of you.

Chen Fang glanced at the wound on his chest, which was 20 centimeters long and half a finger wide at its deepest point, but did not reply to her question.

"Stay away from me, don't get blood on yourself." He lowered his eyebrows and his voice was a little gloomy.

Then he pursed his lips, gently raised his arm, and took his arm out of her arms. It seems that he has been wronged and is losing his temper.

Song Weiyu looked at his displeased look and then at the frightening wound on his chest, feeling self-blame and distress rising to the top.

He hurriedly came forward again, put his arms around him with both hands, and said softly and obediently: "I have seen the blood on your body so many times, why are you still afraid? I just want to hold you up."

"This is a small injury, no need to help." He looked coldly, and tried to take off his hand again.

Twitching, her arms were held tighter by her, hugging her like a koala. She stared at him with watery eyes, apologetic and distressed.

In fact, she didn't need to explain anything at all. When he saw her like this, Chen Fang was at his wits end.

It's quite unfair.

But love is inherently unfair. The person being loved never needs to do anything. A word or a smile can tug at the other person's heartstrings and even their lifeblood.

Chen Fang glanced at her sparkling eyes and quickly looked away.

He was negotiating with Zhu Yan about betting on the Spring Festival movies, but the discussion was not pleasant, and the subordinates of the two gangs got into a disagreement and took action directly.

However, fighting among subordinates should not delay the boss's discussion, so often the subordinates are already fighting, but the bosses of both parties are still calmly drinking tea and negotiating.

But Zhu Yan, a blind boy, came at him with a knife. With his skills, he would not be injured at all, but just as he was punching, the cell phone on the table rang.

When he saw it was Ah Yuan's call, he was distracted and was immediately stabbed.

He answered the phone first and heard Ah Yuan say that Fu Haitang had taken his sister-in-law away. He asked: "Has she been drinking?"

Ah Yuan said: "I drank a lot...she looked drunk."

Chen Fang knows better than anyone what Song Weiyu looks like when he is drunk. With an extremely angry punch, he knocked out the person who had just attacked him, and the teeth and blood spurted out and flew onto Zhu Yan's face.

He left a message: "Mr. Zhu, you invested almost all your wealth for the Spring Festival and signed such a large gambling agreement. I guarantee that your Jiushi Entertainment will never survive for half a year. Without Han Guanshan to protect you now, I'm afraid You can’t make money anywhere else. So, make arrangements with your family as soon as possible and go abroad.”

He said this with a gun pressed against Zhu Yan's forehead.

Too lazy to talk nonsense, he got in the car and went straight to the door of Fu's house.

Along the way, he didn't even look down at his bleeding wound, but he thought about Song Weiyu's drunk appearance.

Especially after drinking too much, her eyes will be red, her peach blossom eyes will be as misty as if they were soaked in water, she will look at the person she loves stupidly, and her lips will be very hot...

Slowly, he became a little angry, annoyed that she was drunk and ran away with Fu Haitang. Before eating, she clearly agreed to call him and ask him to pick her up. Why did she follow Fu Haitang back?

Fu Haitang loves her so much, can't he help kissing her?

Will she respond?

The more he thought about it, the more the anger in his eyes became like a black cloud, so thick that his whole body gradually became stiff and tight.

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"Am I going to sleep here if I don't come tonight?" Chen Fang put his hands into his trousers pockets and looked deeply at the road where a car occasionally passed by.

In the past 30 years, he has visited almost every inch of this street.

The smell of his blood could be heard in the air from time to time. Chen Fang squinted his eyes and tightened his jaw, and a harsh smell wrapped around him.

Song Weiyu didn't see such a terrifying person very often, as if he would take out his gun in the next second and kill others with an expressionless face.

She looked at him, and suddenly a bad thought flashed through her brain like an electric current.

These few times, every time she saw Fu Haitang, Chen Fang would always show this violent expression that was difficult to conceal...

The electric current in his brain buzzed. Will Chen Fang hurt Fu Haitang?

No, he definitely won't. If you care about yourself, you will be confused, and you will have too much concern.

She still spoke in a panic, explaining why she showed up at Fu's house: "I'm just coming back tonight to get something."

After saying that, he reached into his pocket and raised the hairpin in front of him. "I came back to get this. You know I like this hairpin the most. I didn't find it when I packed my things last time..."

Chen Fang turned her face sideways and looked at the delicate wooden hairpin in her hand. The warm agarwood was exuding a unique fragrance that has accumulated over time, and there was a round jade bead embedded in it.

"Do you like it very much?" he asked.

Song Weiyu was speechless. When this hairpin was displayed at the auction, Fu Haitang spent a lot of money because she said: "Well, this hairpin is quite interesting..."

It was the highest bidder at that auction.

Everyone knew that this expensive antique, which should have been in a collection, was randomly stuck in Mrs. Fu's hair.

So, he asked: Do you like this hairpin or the man who gave it to you?

The ridiculous idea in her mind just now still made her scruple. Now that she has chosen Chen Fang, she cannot let Chen Fang feel that there is someone else in her heart.

She could never go back and love someone again.

For the first half of his life, he pretended to be two people in one heart, which hurt Fu Haitang. I can’t hurt Chen Fang in the same way for the rest of my life...

"Even if I'm used to wearing it, I don't like it much."

She has many more valuable jewelry than this hairpin.

But after saying this, blood seemed to pour out of her heart, drop by drop, pouring on her chest.

Why do you lie subconsciously? Since when did she and Chen Fang start to need to lie tremblingly...

He should obviously be the person in the world who can give her the most sense of security. Why now... is she a little afraid of him?

Song Weiyu stared blankly at the hairpin in his hand, Chen Fang curled his lips and sneered, pulled it away, and pretended to break it.

"No!" She barely had time to react.

But as soon as she said the words, the acupuncture-like pain in her heart suddenly came. It was either an imaginary pain or a real physiological reaction... She suddenly covered her heart, afraid to breathe because of the pain.

It seemed like the whole heart was twitching.

Chen Fang saw something was wrong with her, threw away the hairpin in his hand, and held her in his arms: "What's wrong? Where is the pain? Is it the heart?"

But she clearly had no history of heart disease before.

She was speechless, her face quickly turned pale, and she was carried into the car by Chen Fang as she was shaking. Nestled in Chen Fang's arms, he felt a little dizzy but could still hold on.

Recently, it seems that when I am highly stressed, my heart will feel uncomfortable for no reason. Is it because I didn't rest during the hospitalization?

The off-road vehicle stepped on the accelerator and sped towards the direction of West Beijing Hospital, quickly disappearing at the intersection.

The dust that was rolled up high at the rear of the car just drifted down. The hairpin that used to be caressed in the palm of my hand now fell alone on the cold stone floor.

The height difference caused her to break a jade bead. After a moment, the man's slender and clean hands carefully picked her up, along with the broken bead that could no longer be bonded together.

Gently brush away the dust with your fingertips.

The dust fell into the man's heart.