Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang saw her crying in the palm of his hand. His thin shoulders couldn't help but tremble. He felt distressed but even more resentful.

"Song Weiyu, do you really love him so much?"

The person in his arms wiped away his tears and sobbed, "Put me down. It's safe here. I want to wait for him here."

Many staff members have gathered outside the fence, and fire fighters have also arrived.

Fu Haitang stopped. People in the building were still evacuating. He stood tall and stood out in the fence.

"it is good."

Fu Haitang put her on the ground. She was still dizzy and staggered two steps. He wrapped his arms around her waist like a reflex, wanting her to lean against him.

"Don't touch me." She glanced at the white shirt and found it dirty.

Fu Haitang's hand fell into the void, his fist clenched and he could barely withdraw it, his eyes turned red.

The firefighter thought Song Weiyu was injured and arranged for medical staff to come up and take her away to the hospital.

She waved her hand to refuse and said, "My lover is still inside, and I want to wait for him here."

The onlookers were all the staff in the building. They looked at Dong Fu and Mrs. Fu Dong, trying to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Song Weiyu knew that what she said today was a slap in Fu Haitang's face.

She even knew that the reason why she said this was to take revenge on Fu Haitang for having a relationship with another woman.

In fact, she was about to get divorced, and there was no need for her to do this.

But now, the possessiveness in her heart was ignited, and she wanted to take revenge on Fu Haitang like crazy, take revenge on him for buying desserts for other women, and take revenge on him for wearing shirts bought by other women.

At this moment, she admitted that she just couldn't let go of Fu Haitang.

She simply couldn't accept that there was another woman standing next to him. She even wanted to kill the woman named Zhao Han.

The firefighter asked as a routine: "What is your lover's name? Is he near the explosion site?"

Song Weiyu glanced at Fu Haitang.

"His name is Chen Fang. He was injured just now because he was trying to save me." Her red eyes looked at the distance where black smoke was constantly rising, and tears rolled out again.

Sincere love.

Some of the employees secretly took photos, some whispered, and some observed the expressions of the usually arrogant Mr. Fu.

The man was silent for a long time. Even in this embarrassing moment, his temperament was still noble and elegant. He suddenly said: "If I go back and bring him out now, will you be happy?"

Everyone was shocked.

Fu Dong's wife loves someone else.

When had Fu Haitang ever experienced this kind of probing gaze? He stood in the enclosure, facing the crowd, and his whole body was being speculated and pointed out by the audience.

Song Weiyu looked at him and suddenly found blood stains on the sleeves of his white shirt.

Were you injured just now?

Fu Haitang continued to ask: "If I go back and take him out now, will you be happy?"

He was just injured, but Chen Fang's life or death was uncertain. Song Weiyu raised his eyes and looked at him, "Yes."

Fu Haitang nodded and reached out to wipe the tears on her eyelashes: "Okay, stop crying, I'll go."

He suffered numerous bouts of depression, self-harm and suicide, including now.

Therefore, he didn't really want to save Chen Fang. He knew that once he left, he would definitely not be able to come back.

He just wanted to die, to die in her regret, and to spend the rest of her life remembering him in mourning.

Fu Haitang took out his mobile phone and put it in Song Weiyu's hand: "You know, all my passwords are our wedding anniversary."

He turned and walked back into the billowing smoke.

Song Weiyu looked down at the screen of her mobile phone, which showed her smiling in Fu Haitang's arms until her eyes narrowed into slits.

But what shocked her even more was that when Fu Haitang gave her the phone just now, she saw that the white mark on the ring on the man's finger was densely scratched by a knife.

The old and the new are superimposed, and there is no healing.

So that from a distance, it really looks like wearing a red ring, even more dazzling than the original wedding ring.

Fu Haitang left resolutely and never looked back.

She looked at the man's fingers, and her heart began to twitch with pain. At this moment, Song Weiyu could not imagine that Fu Haitang was dead, what should she do?

Isn't my purpose to protect him?

Why did you push him to death with your own hands?

When he walked out more than ten meters away, Song Weiyu's heart ached terribly. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and staggered two steps forward, breathing deeply, "Don't go, husband, don't go. Come back..."

It was like a heart attack, my chest hurt so much.

The sound she made was not enough for Fu Haitang to hear.

She endured the pain and wanted to chase after her, but a figure faster than her ran over: "Director Fu, don't go and die!"

Zhao Han hugged Fu Haitang from behind, regardless of the danger, and tried to keep him alive: "Fu Dong, why do you want to go in again, just because of your ex-wife's words? She has abandoned you, regardless of your life or death. Is it worth it for you? "