Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang led his Jiuxintang to the second floor of the yacht, while Li Nian and Shao Guoren followed behind, chatting excitedly.

Shao Guoren was in a good mood wearing a flowered shirt: "No wonder you and my sister-in-law always like to go to the bar, it's really interesting."

After going up to the second floor, Fu Liansong waved in the crowd: "Dad, come here, I'm waiting for you to play games!"

The sound system was deafening, and there was a table full of young men and women, drinking various types of champagne so rich that even the sea breeze tasted sweet.

Although Fu Haitang frowned, he patted Song Weiyu's waist and said, "Go, I'll accompany you."

The crowd automatically made way for him. Everyone was quite respectful to the uncle who paid the bill today, and their eyes were filled with awe and envy.

The extra-large round table can seat more than 20 people, and there is a giant turntable in the middle of the table.

Song Weiyu pulled him to sit down, and the waiter brought the wine. She was in high spirits and winked at the third brother.

The third brother gave an OK sign and snapped his fingers in the air, "Come on, let's get started!"

A group of people sat down and gathered around the table in three circles, watching the fun. They were all young faces, and all of them were in high spirits.

Fu Haitang sneered, crossed his legs and took out a cigarette, "What kind of childish stuff is this..."

He took out a cigarette and asked her, "Just one, okay?"

Song Weiyu's hair was blown up by the sea breeze, and a strand of it stuck to her mouth. She grabbed it casually and said, "Give me the lighter."

Fu Haitang thought she was going to throw away his lighter again, so he handed it over reluctantly.

She leaned over to him and took the old-fashioned lighter.

The fair white fingers turned the scroll wheel, and the light blue flame ignited the heat in the air.

The tail of her eye was raised, and she looked at him through the fireworks, "Mr. Fu, I haven't lit a cigarette for you yet, have I?"

Fu Haitang's hand holding the cigarette paused at the table.

It is undeniable that she always has a thousand ways to make his heart beat.

At this moment, his heart was like the waves under the moon, sparkling, rolling and throbbing, one wave pushing another.

He put the cigarette in his mouth and bit it gently, tilting his head closer to her hand. His eyebrows raised, his eyes fixed on her.

The sultry flames hit the dry tobacco, and as the man inhaled, they burned into red sparks, and a hole was burned in Song Weiyu's heart.

The flame from the lighter seemed to shine through her, and when she looked through the hole in her heart, it was all him.

"Song Weiyu, can saying you still love me cost you your life?"

Fu Haitang smoked the cigarette slowly, letting every inch of smoke pass through his heart and lungs. The man who had everything was reluctant to finish it.

She loosened the wheels, closed the lid, and said nothing.

Pass the lighter back into his palm.

Fu Haitang held the lighter and at the same time held the fingertip that was about to leave. The metal in the palm of her palm became warm due to the transfer of her body temperature.

But the foundation is still cold.

Fu Haitang smiled and loosened the slender white finger.

Sure enough, the almost unreal warmth and tenderness in the seven days before the divorce were all due to her guilt.

On the first night she returned to Fu's house, he tossed her so much that she fell asleep in the middle of the night. Butler Zhang told her, "Mr. Chen's car has been parked on the long street outside the door."

Fu Haitang went out.

Chen Fang's car was already covered with a layer of snow, and there were cigarette butts stuck in the snow at his feet. He glanced at Fu Haitang and handed him a cigarette, "Want to smoke?"

The two men leaned against the car and smoked.

"How can you send her back?"

"Because she promised me that she would get a divorce in seven days."

Fu Haitang froze in the snow. He had been hoping that she would suddenly come back and change her mind. However, his fantasy was shattered by Chen Fang within one night.

"If she insists on getting a divorce, why did she come back?"

"Feel guilty, you've got such severe depression because of her, she'll definitely be heartbroken if she knows. You know her, she's the softest-hearted. If you don't let her come back, she'll have this thorn in her heart for the rest of her life."

Chen Fang looked at him and curled his lips, "I can't let her marry me while feeling guilty about you."

Fu Haitang usually keeps his emotions secret, but at this moment he really couldn't make any expression.

Could it be that she took the initiative to put the ring on his finger at the Shaw Brothers celebration because she felt sorry for him?

When his heart was in a mess due to his emotions, Chen Fang glanced at him and asked, "How are you? How long can you hold on?"

"I won't die in two or three years."

The two were silent for a long time. When their limbs were almost frozen, Fu Haitang looked at the mess of cigarette ashes on the ground, looked at Chen Fang and said, "I am willing to give her to you because I won't live long. But Chen Fang, if you dare to hurt a hair on her head for the mission, I will not forgive you. Even if I die, the children will not let you go."