Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

In the past, every time she was drunk, he would definitely receive a call from her, and then she would act coquettishly with him, throw herself into his arms with her body hot, and say with blurred eyes, I love you.

……

Chen Fang turned his phone upside down on the table and thought for a moment.

He asked Sun Hexi in a cold voice: "Are you keeping a close eye on the person you were asked to keep an eye on?"

"Looking at it, Lin Hao just got the explosives from Zhu Yan and is looking for an opportunity to put them in the bottom of my sister-in-law's car... It will probably happen in the next day or two."

Chen Fang looked at the ashtray full of cigarette butts, stood up, took off his T-shirt, and picked up a new one to change into.

"Boss, are you going to find my sister-in-law?"

Chen Fang took off his T-shirt, revealing the unhealed wound on his chest.

"Ah."

Densely packed sutures, Sun Hexi: "Hiss...it hurts just to look at it. Boss, you could have avoided it at that time, so why did you have to get stabbed?"

Chen Fang's eyes darkened and he asked, "Where is Fu Haitang?"

"He's still in the hospital. Jingxi International Hospital's confidentiality is so good that our people can't find out what he's doing... Maybe he's injured."

"No need to check him." Chen Fang could guess why he was hospitalized.

Why else? His illness has not lasted for a year or two.

Moreover, as long as he stayed far away from Song Weiyu, the two would no longer have contact. It doesn't matter what he's doing.

It's just that Chen Fang always feels a little uncertain and uneasy.

In 22 days, once the divorce certificate is received, there will be no relationship between the two of them. Before that, nothing can go wrong.

Chen Fang quickly went downstairs and came out of Zongheng. Press the accelerator deeply and drive away the fastest sports car.

As the speed of the car increased, his anxiety became more and more serious.

Besides herself, the only one who could make her cry was Fu Haitang.

But her tears tonight must have nothing to do with him, otherwise he would have received a call from the woman Jiao Didi.

So, will she go find the person who made her cry tonight?

She is no longer determined to choose herself, is she?

But Chen Fang was extremely hopeful at this moment that Song Weiyu could wait for him where he was.

He had waited for her for 28 years, so she only had to wait for him for 28 minutes.

When he pressed the accelerator to the bottom, he sneered and looked at the shadows of trees passing quickly outside the car window, still feeling that he had no chance of winning.

He can't gamble.

I called Ayuan: "Keep an eye on your sister-in-law and wait for me where you are."

Ah Yuan raised his head and looked at the flamboyant pink and purple sports car not far away, with the license plate number...2222.

In the entire Yuehai Bar Street, this car is the most eye-catching.

He thought that since both of them were drinking, they would definitely not be able to drive. They had to stay where they were.

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In the car, Li Nian looked at Song Weiyu's desperate look, frowned and scratched his long black hair.

"No, Song Weiyu, you've already divorced me, why are you still looking for someone else?"

Song Weiyu showed his true temperament in front of her.

Covering his eyes with his thin hands, he cried muffledly: "I don't know either! I just want to see him."

Li Nian wore gothic makeup, just like a little ghost in the dark. He put his hand on the car window and poked at the cigarette, and the delicate features on his face were twisted together and tangled.

Damn, I'm going to hurt my best friend.

Then I thought about it.

No, we have to leave evidence. What if this crazy woman gets sober tomorrow and blames her again?

Li Nian secretly opened the video on his mobile phone: "Are you sure? Don't drink too much and have hallucinations..."

Song Weiyu in the camera was holding one hand on the car window, covering his eyes, the tip of his small nose was a little red, and his lips were slightly open.

The white fur had already slipped off and hung on her arms, revealing her fair and shiny shoulders and collarbones.

"I didn't drink too much!"

Li Nian asked again: "You haven't drunk too much, so you shouldn't miss others. Why do you think so? My ex-wife..."

"I...I can't control it, and I don't want to think about him. But all I can think about is him!" Although she covered her eyes, tears still flowed from the gaps.

She took off her hands, her eyes filled with tears.

Then he muttered to himself: "I just miss him. It makes me feel uncomfortable and my heart aches to death. I want to see him."

"Song Weiyu, let me ask you again, do you still love Fu Haitang?"

In the camera, she was holding her chest, leaning her head against the car window, crying so hard.

"..."

She didn't speak, biting her lip and looking blank.

Without saying anything, it was already an answer. But Li Nian felt something was wrong. She loved him?

How could Song Weiyu love Fu Haitang.

She obviously always wanted a divorce.

She continued to ask: "That's not what you said when you divorced me a few days ago."