Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The lady next to her gave her a blank look: "Is this your first time here?"

"Huh? So what."

"You want that uncle? Haha, then your aunt~ can eat you alive."

"Well, it's strange to say that Mrs. Fu didn't come. In the past, Mr. Fu would never leave his wife even half a step..."

The socialite who wanted an uncle stretched her neck and looked around: "Mrs. Fu? What does she look like? Point it out to me..."

"You don't have to point, she is the center of attention when she comes. Just look at who has the most expensive jewelry, the brightest appearance, the most attractive figure, and is always surrounded by a circle of ladies talking to her. That's your aunt."

"..."

Song Weiyu hadn't gone out yet. He closed his eyes and stood under the shower head, gradually getting wet from beginning to end. When he was half suffocated, he kept thinking of everything that happened in the bathroom last night.

Suddenly he slapped himself.

"Fu Haitang, what's wrong with you..."

The two of them could no longer go back, so she could only keep moving forward.

He wiped his body dry and gave a lifeless smile in front of the mirror, putting on makeup like a puppet.

In previous years, the makeup artist would have been waiting for her at the door, but this year she had no intention of making a stunning appearance, and even wanted everyone in the audience not to pay attention to her.

The skirt is very pretty.

She stared blankly at the western-colored dress for a while.

While putting it on, I remembered what Master Ji said, "It comes as a set, not sold individually." '

The waist is gathered perfectly to fit the body, and goes down along the hip line, opening up little by little to a slight fishtail, which is full of brilliance.

The waistline goes up, the breasts are enlarged and the neck is narrowed. A two-finger-wide belt is wrapped around the chest and behind the neck, tied into a gift knot. The remaining long belt floats on the half-naked back, hidden under the thick long hair, and moves as she walks. Revealed when covered.

In fact, this low-cut dress will make the chest appear empty without jewelry.

But when she went to Fu's house last night, she only asked about hairpins. She didn't get any jewelry back, and it was too late to buy it now.

This was probably the shabbiest reception since she married Fu Haitang.

However, the advantage is that her skin is fair and beautiful, and the skirt is printed and dyed with natural silk, which has an excellent luster. The color complements her and gives her a natural and refined sense of alienation.

She zipped up the zipper in front of the mirror. Chen Fang came up behind her and helped her lift it up. "The skirt is very beautiful."

His palms cradled her waist, fearing that the thick calluses on his palms would scratch her skirt. The hair on her shoulders was pulled back, exposing her small earlobes.

He took out a jewelry box from his suit pocket. Without asking Song Weiyu's opinion, he took off the Australian white beads on her earlobes and replaced them with the earrings he brought.

Chen Fang's rough and hard hands made such movements that were so inconsistent that they looked cautious, as if they were dismantling explosives.

The dress she wore today was gentle and elegant and could not be blasphemed.

So apart from white pearls, Song Weiyu didn't want to match it with other jewelry, but seeing how serious and careful he was, she swallowed the words that came to her lips.

In particular, this is a pair made of black diamonds.

It wasn't a good match, but she couldn't refuse.

Chen Fang casually placed her two Australian white earrings on the dressing table, took her hand downstairs, got in the car, and drove directly to the stadium.

"Where's Wen Ying?"

"Sun Hexi will drive her and we will meet at the entrance of the venue later."

Just as he finished speaking, Wen Ying's WeChat message was sent: Auntie, I'll pick up Sister Su Jin first, see you later.

Song Weiyu smiled, and his dull mood since morning finally felt a little breeze.

Her emotional affairs are messy, and she hopes that her sons will go smoothly and not be so bumpy.

Putting down the phone, Chen Fang took her left hand, played with it and kissed it, never letting go. "Today, Fu Haitang may announce her divorce. Are you ready?"

Song Weiyu's hands trembled and his heart tightened.

"No, today is Shaw's celebration. He is not a person who steals other people's limelight."

Chen Fang smiled and turned the steering wheel with one hand, "If he announces his divorce today, then how about I propose to you directly."

Song Weiyu looked at him, frozen in the passenger seat.

At a red light, Chen Fang played with her soft hands and turned to look back at her, his eyebrows sharp.

He raised his eyebrows, signaling for her to answer.

Song Weiyu's chest became increasingly heavy. She pressed down the car window slightly and took a deep breath of the cold air outside the window.

"It's not that I don't want to get married right away, it's just that if I propose at this time, reporters all over the city will laugh at Fu Haitang."

Isn't that just stepping on Fu Haitang's face and saying: I stole your wife, and the boss of the Fu family can't keep the woman he loves most.

"Chen Fang, I don't want to hurt him anymore. In fact, I wanted to tell you last night that we should not be too close to each other at today's reception. After all, I haven't gotten the divorce certificate yet. Legally, I still..."

Chen Fang sneered and completed her unfinished words: "Mrs. Fu."