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Fu Haitang lowered his head and looked at the hesitating person in front of him, "I have something else to do and I don't have time to waste time with you."

After hearing this, Song Weiyu felt a chill in his heart.

He seemed to have really changed, looking impatient.

Her heart sank infinitely, she felt painful and sore, and she even wanted to cry. This sense of loss was something she could not feel from others.

Fu Haitang's cell phone rang again, and this time he answered it, his voice gentler than when he spoke to her just now.

"Are you anxious? I'll be there right away."

"Director Fu, I've been waiting for you for a long time. I couldn't wait any longer, so I took a taxi and we'll be at your door right away."

Song Weiyu heard it, it was Zhao Han's voice. Why do the two of them still need to meet at this time of night?

There was no need to ask what she wanted to ask anymore.

Looking at Fu Haitang, I felt mixed emotions. He is obviously her man... He belongs to her only.

Why now, he talks softly to other women.

The possessive desire in my heart is like a small volcano, eager to explode immediately.

Fu Haitang hung up the phone and said calmly: "Go back to the hospital first, and call me if you need anything."

"Well, there's nothing to do actually. You go and do your work." Song Weiyu took off his suit and gave it back to him, still looking arrogant.

But the circles under her eyes couldn't help but feel hot, and her eyes were blurred by the water marks, so she swallowed it calmly.

The tears came back, but she and Fu Haitang could never go back.

Song Weiyu's pride did not allow her to say those condescending words. Since Fu Haitang no longer belonged to her, she didn't want it anymore.

If it doesn't belong to her completely from the inside out, she doesn't want any of it.

After thinking about it, he turned around and reached out to take a taxi.

A taxi stopped next to her, and Zhao Han got out.

"Isn't this Fu Dong's ex-wife? Why are you coming to Fu's house in the middle of the night?" The woman said arrogantly.

Song Weiyu has never been too lazy to fight with these wild flowers and weeds. There were many women who coveted Fu Haitang in the past, but she always ignored them and let Fu Haitang deal with them by himself.

Song Weiyu glanced at Zhao Han, said nothing, opened the car door and wanted to leave in the car.

He was stopped by Zhao Han, "I'm asking you a question. Are you deaf and can't you hear me?"

The other party spoke so rudely, Song Weiyu frowned and glanced at Fu Haitang.

Fu Haitang didn't even look at her, he just smiled at Zhao Han and said, "Leave her alone, let's go."

On the car in the shadow of the street corner, a few pairs of eyes kept staring at this place.

Zhao Han looked Song Weiyu up and down, becoming increasingly jealous. It is said that Fu Dong's wife is as charming as an ageless fairy. Today, when I took a closer look, it was true.

Especially those peach blossom eyes, which are obviously not wearing any makeup, but they are charming every time they are raised.

Her hair was long and thick, and it trembled slightly with the wind, making her entire face look very delicate.

Zhao Han breathed heavily in his chest, "Fu Dong, you are so heartless. This is your ex-wife after all. Why don't we give her a ride? Sister, where are you going? I'll let Fu Dong give you a ride..."

Song Weiyu smiled suddenly.

Treating the man she doesn’t want as a treasure, right?

He reached out his hand and inserted it into his hair, and stroked the back of his head casually. His eyes became even more charming as he said, "If Mr. Fu has no objection, then send me to West Beijing Hospital."

"Is sister sick?"

Song Weiyu bent his eyes and smiled: "No, my lover is injured and is in the hospital."

Fu Haitang's eyebrows were slightly cold, and he turned around to drive.

Zhao Han thought he didn't care and acquiesced, feeling that the psychiatrist's medicine really worked.

Then he continued to invite Song Weiyu: "Sister, let's go. We will take you to the hospital first."

"Okay." Song Weiyu opened the passenger door as a habit.

"Sister, isn't it appropriate for you to sit here?" Zhao Han looked dissatisfied and pouted at the man in the driver's seat.

Fu Haitang's hand was on the steering wheel, the overhead light was pressed against his brow, and his eyes were unclear.

He suddenly remembered that once before, Song Weiyu was so angry that he smashed the car because another woman sat in his passenger seat.

She always prides herself on being generous, but in fact she is very stingy about love.

Song Weiyu suppressed her sadness, but now, she didn't even plan to have Fu Haitang.

How can you care about the position of a co-pilot?

"It's not appropriate. You can sit down."

Pretending to be generous, Zhao Han let the co-pilot out and sat in.

She sat in the back row and looked at Fu Haitang's profile in front of her.

It would be a lie to say that I don’t feel uncomfortable.

For the first time in her life, Fu Haitang was left alone in the back row. She felt extremely uncomfortable, and her heart hurt as if she had been stabbed by a knife.

"Sister, you just said that your lover is in the hospital? Who is he... Is it possible that he is more attractive than our Director Fu?"

Fu Haitang tightened his grip on the steering wheel and glanced at the rearview mirror. The two looked at each other coldly.