Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Ten miles across the fireworks field, every inch of neon lights and every step are absurd.

The passenger window was fully opened, the woman's thick curly hair was sticking out, and her black and white eyes looked at the streets from time to time.

The old black Bugatti is like a patrolling beast, suppressing the probing eyes of passers-by and driving into the central area of ​​​​Jingxi's underground trading.

Everyone knew his car, but no one had ever seen Chen Fang's car carrying a woman.

The attention ceremony was too strong. Song Weiyu glanced at the cumulus clouds in the sky, closed the car window, and leaned back in his chair in a daze.

Two things she looks forward to most every year.

Along with the season of ginkgo leaves falling, handwoven cloud brocade will be surprised to appear on the bedroom coffee table.

Then there is the first snow.

But at this moment, she was afraid that the snow would come too early.

But the weather forecast, which was set as a special reminder a few days ago, popped up at the right time to remind her: There will be snow the day after tomorrow.

At the same time, at the negotiation table in Hong Kong, Fu Haitang, who silenced the other party with just a few words, didn't know yet that the heavy snow in the sky he had worked so hard to create for his lover was about to become the last romance of this relationship.

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Sun Hexi, A Lin, and A Yuan were all standing at the bottom of Zongheng Building. The three of them exchanged words from time to time, and a thin little body ran out from the door.

Sun Hexi held his head and said, "Why are you running? Your mother hasn't come yet."

"How long will it take?" Wen Ying stood on tiptoes and looked towards the intersection.

Sun Hexi looked at the top of her head, and the corners of his raised lips turned into a helpless smile: "Almost."

At the same time, Song Jingming's car was also on the road. He couldn't take Wen Ying away for two consecutive days. He was now in an extremely unhappy mood.

Two cars roared through the city.

Less than half an hour after Bugatti drove past the main street, Han Guanshan received a call from Zhu Yan.

"What? Did she follow Chen Fang to Zongheng today?"

Han Guanshan always had a cold and deep temperament, and when he heard Zhu Yan's words, he couldn't help the surprise in his tone.

When he first heard that Chen Fang had killed Liang Tian, ​​he was still a little suspicious of the reason why Chen Fang suddenly went to sea.

Later, he found some evidence that proved that Chen Fang had been secretly involved in the drug trade for decades, and that Sun Hexi was his spy in the west of Beijing. He felt a little relieved.

In addition, the entire capital was certain that Chen Fang had endured for more than 20 years and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he left the Fu family and went against Fu Haitang.

It makes sense. After all, if Chen Fang wants to steal a woman from Fu Haitang openly, he must have his own capital.

However, the Fu family's capital has been accumulated over hundreds of years. It is simply impossible for Chen Fang, a lonely man, to fight against the Fu family.

Therefore, working in nightclubs and smuggling goods is the fastest and most profitable way to make money.

Han Guanshan narrowed his sinister eyes and sneered, Chen Fang really got it.

However, he never believed that Fu Haitang would honestly let go.

Could it be that the psychiatrist and Zhao Han have made progress?

"Master Han, the entire nightclub in Beijing is under your control. Now that Chen Fang has left the Fu family to sell goods, he can be regarded as half of your subordinates. I don't think this woman needs to be tied up. Let him give it to you directly."

deliver?

Chen Fang is willing to give it away?

Han Guanshan's eyes were beating with bloodthirsty excitement.

It was incredible to him that Fu Haitang was willing to divorce. Now Song Weiyu was actually willing to follow Chen Fang in such dirty business.

Doesn’t she have the strongest sense of morality?

Back then, didn’t she personally say that drug dealers should be worse off than dead, and should be cut into pieces and sent to the 18th level of hell?

Does she love Chen Fang so much?

Love so much that you have no bottom line, love so much that you take the initiative to jump into hell?

Han Guanshan stood in the corner of the restaurant, rubbing his hand with protruding veins along the terrifying scar on his neck, and slowly curled his lips.

This is getting more and more fun.

A scary sneer came from the phone, and Zhu Yan couldn't help but take the phone away, "Look..."

"Okay, your suggestion is good. Why don't you go and persuade Chen Fang to give Song Weiyu to me with his own hands."