Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

At that time, she did not understand what Fu Haitang meant.

She puts all her thoughts into studying, and she has always been very slow about love.

So much so that I was scalded by the hot water.

The arrogant Mr. Fu was faster than her, grabbed her hand, held her waist and dragged her under cold water to rinse.

Song Weiyu still remembers that his tall body could wrap around him and his body temperature was very hot.

But at that time, she pulled out her hand without mercy, retreated to a safe distance, and glared with her two beautiful eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for caring. This small injury is nothing. I can just rinse it myself."

Fu Haitang shook off the water on his hand and watched her carefully looking around, fearing that her colleagues might misunderstand what she saw.

That look really resembles a little white fox that is new to the world and is cautious to avoid getting hurt.

He didn't come any closer, picked up her cup, took a sip of coffee, and said something strange.

"Song Weiyu, it's snowing."

……

……

It snowed a lot tonight, and she was sitting on the outdoor sofa, with velvet hanging from her hair.

In fact, they hadn't seen each other for only a few days, and he said he missed her. But thinking about it carefully, I haven't seen each other for a few days, which is already a long time in the past ten years.

"Have you finished your work in Hong Kong? When will you come back?"

The words stuck in her throat that she had memorized countless times were pushed back again and again. She wanted to hear Fu Haitang's voice again, even if there was nothing to talk about.

"Well, it's almost time. Do you want to meet me when I get back?" His voice was low, and he asked forcefully and straightforwardly.

"Is it still necessary to meet..." In fact, apart from getting the divorce certificate, the two of them probably won't meet again after this phone call tonight.

"Of course. Have you even forgotten what you said? You said you had something to say to me on the day of the first snow."

Fu Haitang stretched his stiff neck and couldn't help but lift it up.

Song Weiyu was stunned. These words were obviously said when he was asleep, "Fu Haitang, are you pretending to be asleep!?"

She was a little angry because even if she drank too much, she still remembered that she kissed this man that night.

The heat all over my body was not just from the alcohol, but also from the nervousness after my heart was cut open that I tried so hard to hide. The person involved was the one who wanted the knife.

"Originally, I really fell asleep and was woken up by someone."

"Shut up!"

Song Weiyu buried herself in the blanket and twisted, closing her eyes and scratching her ears and cheeks. It was like an angry bird was living in her heart, randomly hitting her chest and ribs, and from time to time, a few hairs would explode and scratch the tip of her heart.

She secretly kissed him and was always caught.

"I know it's snowing in the capital, you can tell me, I'm listening." Fu Haitang waited in her spare time, playing with the first snow gift given to her in her hand.

Song Weiyu suddenly stopped pretending to relieve the embarrassment.

What she wanted to say that night and what she wanted to say to him now were completely opposite.

So, what should she say?

What sentence is he looking forward to?

Song Weiyu's voice was muffled, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "I won't tell."

Fu Haitang frowned, chuckled twice, and said in a coaxing voice, as light as snow hitting a flower bud, "Go ahead, I promised you a gift."

He continued to seduce her, "You must like it, it's the only one in the world."

She said something lightly that night, and he waited with full expectation for many days, but he didn't expect that with the last glimmer of hope, he would still walk into a dead end.

If he had known that was what she was going to say, he would never have answered the call.

"Fu Haitang, we don't want to meet again. Please completely exit my world."

After she finished reciting, the time went blank for a few seconds.

Fu Haitang's ears echoed with the heavy sound of his heart falling from the sky to the ground.

His voice was a little hoarse, and he forced a laugh, "The signal was not good just now. I didn't hear it. Can you say it again?"

Song Weiyu covered his mouth hard, tears seeping into his lips along his fingers. Saying it once made her feel like a knife, so how could she say it a second time?

"You obviously heard it. Even if I say it again, it's just a repetition."

At this moment, today's snow is like a joke.

He went to great lengths to get her death sentence.

The snow fell on Fu Haitang like a knife, and he felt numb in pain. Holding the phone, he sneered, "Song Weiyu, stand up, look at me and say."

This sentence was like an anesthetic, penetrating from her cochlea and paralyzing all the way to her limbs.

Isn't he in Hong Kong?

impossible……