Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

After he said this, Song Weiyu was obviously startled.

Because no matter how she went out of line in the past twenty years or so, Fu Haitang never made it clear to her and said these harsh words.

Her current reaction was like an actor who didn't memorize her lines. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Song Weiyu tried his best not to think about the words 'I'm sorry'.

She wanted to be as indifferent as before and even say confidently: "I just love him, so why don't you divorce me?"

But now, she couldn't say these words.

Even what Chu Xueye wanted to say to him secretly, she wanted to say now.

Even if he knew it, he couldn't let him hear these words.

"Song Weiyu." Fu Haitang was dissatisfied with her distraction and stretched out his hand to straighten her chin.

"I hugged another woman for fun, and you thought I was dirty and didn't want to touch me again. What about you? Aren't you completely dirty?"

The last three words were spoken with his lips pressed against Song Weiyu's ear.

Song Weiyu opened her eyes wide and froze in his arms. She could not react except for the deep rise and fall of her chest.

She even didn't believe what came out of Fu Haitang's mouth.

Reacting, she pushed Fu Haitang away.

With trembling hands, she went to fasten the buttons on her chest.

It took a long time to tie one on, and I bit my lip hard to calm myself down, but the words 'so dirty' kept echoing in my ears.

It turns out that in Fu Haitang's heart, she is dirty.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be called "dirty" by someone you love.

The exposed skin made her feel even more ashamed. She wanted to speed up the buttoning process, but her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't even press the buttonholes.

A sneer leaked from the man's throat, the blood vessels beside his temples were pulsing, and the green veins on the back of his hands were particularly prominent.

It was as if there was a beast hiding in his chest that he couldn't even control, trying to break out of the cage.

"What are you talking about? Do you think I will let you go tonight?"

Fu Haitang peeled off her hands and tore off the two buttons she had managed to fasten.

The warm light in the bathroom instantly lost the charming atmosphere.

It hit Song Weiyu's pale shoulders and chest, like an incandescent lamp in an operating room, seamlessly seeping into the pores of the skin, waiting to see the woman's proud self-esteem being dissected.

"Why do I stay here if I don't leave? Do you think I'm dirty when you look at me?"

Her voice trembled, and she covered her breasts with one hand, but most of the flesh was still squeezed out from her thin forearms.

The other hand went to pick up the torn clothes.

Fu Haitang half-squinted his eyes, depression mixed with agitation, like a strange stimulant, which made him more and more excited.

His aura gradually became more aggressive, and what he said was like a different person, "You have let me turn over and sleep for 30 years. Do you think Chen Fangxin also thinks you are dirty?"

"Snapped…"

Song Weiyu slapped Fu Haitang hard on the side of the face.

The slap was so hard that her own hands were numb.

Fu Haitang was beaten so hard that he turned his face sideways. Not only did he not get angry, he also smiled and touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue. A strong smell of blood filled his mouth.

The dormant beast on the chest seemed to smell blood and was ready to move.

Two voices appeared in my heart, one said: Kill her right here.

Another said: Let her go, don't let her see your attack, she will be scared.

He turned back to look at the woman whose eyes were filled with tears, but she was biting her lips and refusing to cry.

She always looked pitiful even though she had done something wrong.

I used to think this face was extremely beautiful, but now I feel uncomfortable no matter how I look at it. She seems to be born to seduce men.

Every smile is charming, and every move is charming.

It's a pity that another man has seen this charm and charm.

The man's hands touched her skin, kissed her body, and left traces on this flawless skin...

His breathing became heavier, and the blood vessels on his forehead jumped suddenly.

Another voice in my heart gradually disappeared, leaving only an out-of-control encouragement: "Destroy this face, and she will be yours alone."

He silently picked up the blade on the sink.