Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Jingming was confused by concern, so he took out his cell phone and called Chen Fang.

Before he could speak, the other person struck preemptively, "What did you do to Wen Ying? Why is she crying?"

"I……"

Song Jingming suddenly felt threatened by his father-in-law.

The confidence is not enough at once.

"Song Jingming, are you bullying Wen Ying again?" The father-in-law suppressed his words one after another.

Song Jingming held up his mobile phone. The mysterious pressure from the words "father-in-law" was too strong.

He grabbed his suit and walked around in the hall twice before saying out of breath: "I didn't bully her..."

I held and coaxed her every day, just like raising a child.

I finally put on three pounds in half a year, but your soldiers took me away in one fell swoop.

"You didn't bully her. How could she cry so hard on the street that she almost fainted?"

Chen Fang frowned more and more, and handed the phone to Song Weiyu who was beside him and was anxious and ready to make a move.

Song Jingming didn't know that someone had changed on the opposite side.

He said firmly: "Chen Fang, can you stop listening to Sun Hexi's rumors? Ask him to send me his wife back quickly, otherwise I..."

"What did you call him?"

Song Weiyu screamed in anger, and Song Jingtian's lid was almost lifted.

He stood in the hall where employees were coming and going, kicked the ground and cursed.

The eldest brother gave him a look of disgust and stood slightly further away.

"No, Mom, listen to me. I just said something indiscriminately. It's my fault. Please let my father-in-law answer the phone first...not my father-in-law, but my stepfather."

Song Jingming was getting angry, and the more he talked, the more confused he became.

He was really worried that Fu Haitang would pick up the phone again later.

"Forget it, hang up."

Song Jingming hung up the phone and turned around again, only to find his elder brother who was glaring at him ten meters away.

He walked over quickly: "Brother, I'm going to Zongheng, please help me hide it, especially don't tell Fu Haitang."

Fu Chun and Feng narrowed their eyes, turned to their mobile phones and said softly: "Dad, did you hear everything?"

The eldest brother turned on the loudspeaker, and the man's dark and thick voice immediately came: "Song Jingming, what did you call me just now?"

No... We all call our parents and uncles by their first names in private!

Song Jingming poked Fu Chunhe's chest. Doesn't your conscience hurt?

Fu Chunhe waved his hands and said, "You blame me. You were in such a hurry that you didn't see me talking on the phone."

"No, Dad, Dad. Listen to me, I just said something indiscriminately. It's my fault." These words are so familiar.

Song Jingming suddenly felt tired and speechless.

"Go ahead, I'd like to see if Wen Ying can come back with you."

"For a woman, to make a career."

Fu Haitang threw away his mobile phone and was eating breakfast.

Today it was yam porridge and a plate of vegetables that he couldn't name because he really couldn't tell what kind it was.

Zhao Han sat opposite him, staring at the man while talking on the phone and ignoring her loving breakfast.

There were more than ten kinds of Cantonese-style morning tea, but Fu Haitang just focused on the bowl of sticky porridge.

No matter how dull she is, she still knows that it's not that the porridge is delicious, it must be that the person delivering the porridge is unusual.

It must be his little fairy ex-wife again!

Did the psychiatrist give him too much medicine? According to estimates, Fu Haitang should have fallen in love with him.

Zhao Han went out and found the psychiatrist: "I asked, why hasn't Mr. Fu forgotten his ex-wife? Did you take the medicine correctly?"

"Of course, don't worry, Miss Zhao, you have already started to forget..."

"Why am I not in a hurry! When Fu Dong officially divorces, I don't know how many women will come to Beijing. I will still have my share by then! If you don't find a way for me, I'll tell my cousin!"

The psychiatrist raised his glasses, helpless.

"People's willpower is weaker at night. Why don't you try it when it's late at night?"