Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu's heart was twisted hard.

Yes, why wouldn't he? Not only does he have a high position and powerful personality, but his charisma is almost fatal. It is estimated that as soon as the divorce press conference is over, there will be a lot of butterflies around him.

In fact, over the years, there has never been a shortage of women around him.

It's just that they are all moths chasing the flame, with no end and no results.

Under the bright and dim lights, Song Weiyu felt a little confused on his face, and there were also a few stones called "overflowing jealousy" in his heart.

It's sour, astringent and sour that every breath is uncomfortable.

She finally realized what Fu Haitang felt in her heart these past few decades. He also felt that this feeling was just the tip of the iceberg of his countless depressions.

Otherwise, how could he push himself into depression.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable sixth sense in my heart. The warm relationship between the two today was not just the beginning, but actually felt like a real farewell.

Biting his lip, he smiled generously and stiffly: "Well, that's good. A man like you has no shortage of perfect marriage partners. However, you can't remarry just after the divorce. You have to leave some for me. face……"

Fu Haitang curled his lips and said, "Sure, I promise you."

Song Weiyu turned around and saw that the popular male star was singing and dancing in the stands. It wasn't that nice and he even felt irritated.

She's average in length, her nose is not as straight as Fu Haitang's, her figure is even dryer, her shoulders are not wide, and her waist doesn't look attractive...

While she was thinking wildly, she felt the excessive gaze beside her.

She forced herself not to look, because she knew it was Fu Haitang looking at her, but her attention was not on the stage at all, and the heavy sound of the speakers was also ignored.

Her body was fixed in the posture of enjoying the performance, and her soul melted into the man's sight.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" came a low voice.

She thought about it seriously, "Well... don't send me an invitation if you get married again. I'm not free that day."

Fu Haitang groaned and laughed, Song Weiyu rubbed his ears, it was really harsh.

"What, you don't want to go?"

She raised her chin slightly, and her slender neck drew beautiful lines, proudly like a swan, and said nonchalantly: "There's nothing I don't want to do, I'm just too lazy to go."

After speaking, he pursed his lips slightly.

Fu Haitang's laughter shook from his chest, his big palm grabbed her neck, pulled her in front of him, and forced her to look at her.

Almost within kissing distance, a rough voice brushed past my ears, "It doesn't matter what you say this time, you have to come."

I have never heard of anyone forcing the ex-wife to be present when remarrying.

She was about to ask some questions, but she was stung by the gaze from behind. The sight was sharp and obscure, and she looked over subconsciously.

Chen Fang looked at her without hiding.

He almost blended into the night, with only his deep brown eyes filled with helpless sadness.

Song Weiyu felt that he really went too far today.

It was like being drenched from head to toe by a basin of cold water. She broke free from Fu Haitang's hand, pulled away and sat down again. Her eyes were half-closed to cover the light inside: "I should get married before you."

She could already imagine that Chen Fang would be eager to take her to get the divorce certificate the day after she got it.

Thinking of this, my hands squeezed together nervously and tugged here and there.

"Huh...that's not necessarily the case." Fu Haitang narrowed his eyes without showing any emotion.

Having held a high position for many years, he has always been indifferent to emotions and anger outside the public. Song Weiyu has long been used to it. There was so much she wanted to say in her heart that she didn't know where to start.

After that, the two of them didn't speak again. She barely moved and watched the singing and dancing on the stage one after another, blinking once for a long time.

Fu Haitang sank lazily into his seat, staring at her wrist.

When Shao Guoren came on stage to express his thanks, he looked at his watch and saw that it was almost over. For the first time, he wished that such a boring feast would last longer.

Fu Haitang suddenly turned to look at her, "Is he good to you?"

Song Weiyu turned to meet his eyes, a little confused when he suddenly said, "It's pretty good."

In fact, Chen Fang has been following her for decades, taking close care of her and caring for her carefully.

Whether it's good or not, Fu Haitang should have seen it a long time ago.

"I have been with him for less than ten days and my hand was burned. Can I believe that he is good to you?" Fu Haitang looked at her wrist, touched it, grabbed her hand and put it on his thigh.

"It was so hot. Didn't you bother him at that time?"

She was delicate, and she would have to coax her for a long time for the slightest bump. After being burned like this, she had to sit in her arms and wipe her tears for a long time.

Fu Haitang had a sullen face and kept rubbing the edges of her burned skin.

Song Weiyu thought of how she was burned that day. Not only did she not cry and lose her temper, she was also quite considerate.

"It's not a big deal, it was the person under his hand who was pouring water for me and accidentally burned it. The pain has long gone."

"If you don't hurt me, I will." He replied without thinking.

Song Weiyu bit her lip and looked at Fu Haitang's hand caressing her wrist. Her eyes were hot and her mind was dizzy.

"If you're not here, who am I to make trouble for?"