Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

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The cold wind on the street became stronger, and it felt cool and wet when it fell on the cheeks. Song Weiyu asked Chen Fang to park the car under a sycamore tree not far away.

"You go first, and I'll go later," she said.

Chen Fang unbuckled his seatbelt and tried to get out of the car. She stood outside the car and shook her head, "Don't get out of the car, don't stop, keep going."

Chen Fang looked at her, his eyes reddened as he stared at her, "You said you would never abandon me again..."

"Chen Fang, this time, I will definitely go back to find you. But before the divorce, I want to... cherish this time."

Song Weiyu lowered her neck, took off the black diamond on her ear, and placed it on the passenger seat. "My dear, you can't look back, and don't stop. You have something far more important than me, and the responsibility on your shoulders..."

Chen Fang glanced away, gritted his teeth and tried hard to suppress the tears in his eyes, not daring to look at her again.

Because he couldn't refute it.

Song Weiyu held the car window with both hands, lowered her head slightly, and her long hair hung on one side with a soft glow, "Also, you have to promise me one thing."

Chen Fang stared at the steering wheel, his muscles tensed to hold back countless emotions, but his hoarse voice still betrayed his reluctance to let go, "You say."

"If one day you have to choose between my mission and yours, I want you to choose this."

Chen Fang suddenly turned his head to look at her, stretched out his hand but couldn't reach her. He stretched out his hand in the direction of Song Weiyu, grabbing at nothing.

I shook my head in panic, tears silently streaming down my face.

"Never forget, drug dealers should go to hell." She stared at Chen Fang, emphasizing each word.

After saying that, he loosened his grip on the car window.

"Let's go."

I don't know when it started snowing outside the car window. It was sparse and disappeared before the snow hit the ground.

Chen Fang banged his head against the back of the chair twice, closed his eyes, and swallowed the lump in his throat. He slowly grasped the steering wheel with both hands, and the Bugatti's 100-kilometer acceleration broke through the top value at this moment.

The cold wind dried the tears on the man's face, and he heard something wrong in her words tonight.

He never cried easily, and every time he cried it was for her.

The hem of the fishtail skirt flew up in an arc like waves, and the surrounding snowflakes rushed in the direction the car left.

Song Weiyu looked at the empty long street and smiled calmly, "I said I would definitely go back this time. Wait for me, and together we will send him to hell."

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Facial recognition, the door of Fu’s house slowly opened.

The snowflakes grew heavier at night. Song Weiyu lifted her skirt and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

The house was eerily quiet. The servants who used to patrol the gate at night were nowhere to be seen. Only a few retro lanterns under the corridor were watching the falling snow.

The bedroom is empty.

He should still be living in the guest room.

On the way to the east wing, Song Weiyu wanted to ask Fu Haitang many questions. She wanted to ask when did you get depression, did you take medicine on time, and are you almost cured?

I also want to ask you why you became addicted to drugs. Han Guanshan is not dead, right?

That day in Zongheng, the man who was almost strangled to death by Chen Fang said: Han... should be referring to Han Guanshan, right?

Besides, she couldn't think of anyone else except Han Guanshan who would dare to drug Fu Haitang.

There were so many questions she wanted to ask and so many answers she wanted. She then realized how little she knew about Fu Haitang and couldn't help but quicken her pace.

She suddenly appeared at the door of the guest room. Butler Zhang, who was waiting outside, thought he was hallucinating and stood there with his mouth open in a daze.

Until a familiar figure rushed in front of him, he panicked: "Madam... why are you here again?"

"Come to find Fu Haitang, is he in there?"

Before Song Weiyu could ask him to open the door, he heard a continuous series of painful and suppressed roars in his ears.

She never thought that the sound came from inside the room. Song Weiyu looked out the corridor and asked, "Did you hear that? What's that sound?"

Butler Zhang looked at her with a sad look in his eyes, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. "Madam, please go back first..."

"Li He, let me die, let me go!"

"Let me go, I can't bear it, I really can't hold on any longer. Kill me..."

It was a man's voice, and it sounded a little hoarse, with an air of helplessness that could not be overcome in the rough voice.

I don’t know how long I shouted like this, and my words became unclear.

Song Weiyu suddenly froze in the air, her eyes changed from confusion to questioning. She even suspected that she had heard it wrong. This voice sounded like Fu Haitang's low voice, but it was not.

Because it is so rough, so helpless, and so desperate.

"Li He, you might as well kill me! Ah... just kill me."

It came from inside the door.

Accompanied by the sound of the chair rubbing against the ground.

Song Weiyu turned her head almost mechanically and looked at the heavy solid wooden door. She once admired the almost perfect sound insulation of the house.

At this moment, his voice came out clearly.

What kind of hysteria is that?