Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

His voice was hoarse and painful, and he was helpless and miserable.

Li He's heart tensed, and he took off his white coat and walked to the elevator: "Don't think blindly, wait for me, I will go to the company to find you now!"

He grabbed the psychiatrist and ran to the car.

In the car, he relayed to the psychiatrist Fu Haitang's painful words just now.

"Why did his condition develop so quickly? It seemed like it broke out in an instant."

The psychiatrist looked out the window and shook his head: "Dr. Fu is so stubborn and loves his wife dearly. How on earth can he tolerate his wife having another man in her heart for decades?"

"Can you imagine? This kind of repression and forbearance is like a snowflake, which has been pressing on him continuously for decades. He has no other choice but to be forced to accept it. At this time, divorce is like a snowflake in the clear sky. With a thunder, those snowflakes had already been squeezed into snow mountains. When the thunder came, he could only be buried in the avalanche."

Li He's heart sank.

Did you do something wrong?

Should he tell Fu Haitang that Song Weiyu still loves him?

Tell him that Song Weiyu divorced him and broke off with him so as not to implicate him and the Fu family.

However, according to Fu Haitang's temperament, if he knew that Song Weiyu still loved him, even if there was only a little bit of love, he would rush towards her regardless of his own safety.

When…

Song Weiyu worked hard to get to this point and lost the whole game.

Those three people will also return to the original entanglement, like a maze that cannot be exited, going round and round and returning to the starting point.

Why bother?

However, as long as Fu Haitang's depression can be cured, everything will be solved.

"Given his current condition, are you sure you can cure him?" Li He almost ran a red light.

"If he's willing to go into deep therapy, I can."

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Li He and the doctor hurriedly entered Fu's building and did not see the Rolls Royce parked at the door.

We went up to the president's office floor and happened to meet him as soon as we got out of the elevator door.

"Li He? What are you doing here?"

Song Weiyu was confused and turned his eyes to the other man next to him. He was wearing glasses and looked gentle. He should be a doctor, right?

Li He looked at her looking forward to life, and then thought about the man's state of life that was worse than death. He was holding his breath in his heart, and his words were also full of gunpowder: "What are you doing here again? Come and see who your ex-husband is. Don’t I still have feelings for you?”

Without even thinking about it, Fu Haitang must have been angry with her just now. He could even say things like "Am I terrible?"

Love can make people feel their inferiority to the greatest extent.

However, this kind of inferiority complex should not come out of Fu Haitang's mouth.

Song Weiyu was stunned. Li He had never spoken to her in this tone. She suddenly felt that something was wrong with everyone today.

The psychiatrist smiled gently and calmly: "Hello, we are here to see Mr. Fu."

"Oh, looking for Fu Haitang?"

Those pills of different shapes came to mind, "Li He, are the medicines he is taking now the ones you prescribed for him? Why haven't I seen them before?"

There was concern in her eyes, and of course Li Hyuk knew it. It wasn't just concern, she loved that man.

"Want to know? Then come in with me."

"Why should I go in?" Song Weiyu pressed the down button of the elevator. She still remembered Qiu who was pushed out by Fu Haitang just now.

"Go in and you'll know everything."

Li He looked at the woman's charming facial features and thought: Maybe it's not Chen Fang who really needs you, but Fu Haitang. But now you insist on helping Chen Fang, but you are consuming Fu Haitang's life.

This sentence seems to be helping Fu Haitang.

In fact, Li He thought that one day in the future, this man would be covered with bruises and she would regret what she did today.

So, before it's too late, save her regrets.

"What does it have to do with me? I don't want to know. I'll leave first if I have something else to do."

Going in means that she still cares, she doesn't want to care and can't care.

After entering the elevator, Song Weiyu looked at the floor numbers in a daze. He must be very uncomfortable. When he pressed against the door just now, he could clearly feel him shaking.

The sound wasn't right either.

It was probably in the middle of the night last night that he came to the office and drank again. The shirt in the trash can was stained with red wine.

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