Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It seemed that in her impression, his back was always tall and could completely block her.

Song Weiyu lagged behind him half a step, watching his broad shoulders holding up the well-tailored shirt, his sturdy waist wrapped in a belt, and his straight long legs taking steady and powerful steps with every step.

Finally, his eyes fell on his hands.

He still wore his wedding ring, and he said he would never take it off again. His hands were big, and he held her tightly, as if he would never let go.

It was these hands that did all the little things in her life for her...

When the cold wind blew, she realized that she was no longer in the sunny South Island.

The winter in the capital is beautiful, but it is really cold. It is almost the end of the year, and I can't go to the temple with him to burn incense and fast from the first to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

She shivered slightly, and no longer felt cold when Fu Haitang held her in his arms.

Not long after walking, the familiar Bentley appeared in sight. Song Weiyu smiled, looked up and said to the man beside him: "It seems that we are not going to get a divorce, but more like getting married."

Fu Haitang did not comment, opened the car door for her, and sat next to her. They held each other's hands all the way.

There are a lot of people in the Civil Affairs Bureau today, and more than half of them are divorced.

In the long line of divorcees, every couple who are about to separate look at each other with cold brows, and some are even cursing at each other, fearing that they will die sooner if they look at each other for one more moment.

Just these two people, holding hands.

Fu Haitang rubbed her face from time to time, "Are you cold? Your face has turned pale."

"It's okay, your hands are warm." She rubbed her cheek in Fu Haitang's palm.

The divorced couple in front of me looked gloomy, rolled their eyes and kindly reminded me: "The wedding is not here, go line up over there!"

Song Weiyu's face was still in his palm, and he spoke unclearly, "Let's get divorced."

The looks from the people around him were clearly incomprehensible. Song Weiyu couldn't resist the gaze, so she tiptoed and asked him in a low voice, "Does Mr. Fu still need to queue? Let's go in directly."

Fu Haitang's eyes were calm and he smiled: "Maybe you regretted the time you spent in line."

After hearing this, Song Weiyu slowly lowered his head and did not answer.

On the street corners, reporters were hiding with their cameras, occasionally taking a photo, waiting for the two men to come out and immediately surrounding them.

On the other side, two off-road vehicles were waiting for an opportunity to move at the same time. "Brother Lin, Chen Fang is right. Song Weiyu really came here to get a divorce today. However, the state of these two people is very strange!"

"Oh? Tell me more about it."

"Look, Mr. Fu seems reluctant to leave, but Song Weiyu keeps his head down and doesn't say much."

Lin Yu smiled. He was not surprised at all because Chen Fang told him last night, "If you hurt Song Weiyu, Fu Haitang will not let you go. If you don't believe me, you will know tomorrow."

It turns out that the rumors are true.

Mr. Fu still has feelings for her, but Song Weiyu wants to divorce him just for Chen Fang.

Chen Fang’s warning was nothing, but it would be too much of a waste to offend Fu Haitang by hurting Song Weiyu.

After all, in this era, it is too easy for capitalists engaged in industry to engage in shady nightlife business like theirs.

Especially for the Fu family, whose power is deep and extensive. If Fu Haitang finds someone from the tax, industrial and commercial, or fire departments to make things difficult for him, he will be in big trouble.

If it wasn't for the purpose of protecting the territory in northern Beijing, he really didn't want to have anything to do with Fu Haitang.

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows and snorted helplessly: "Be polite when you rob people. Even if you are injured, you can't show it on your face. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand. If we don't just look at the injuries on our faces, our brothers will have a lot of them too!"

When Lin Yu heard this, he thought the words were distorted and quickly corrected them: "Damn it, I told you not to touch her! Serve her well!"

……

Yu Bin parked the car under a huge Albizia albizzia tree, got out of the car and went into the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The tree was big enough to cover one-third of the car body. Fu Haitang glanced at his phone and put it back in his pocket.

When he was almost there, he raised their clasped hands and asked with a smile, "I'll give you a chance. Do you want to hold my hand and run?"

"what?"

Song Weiyu had heard of people running away from marriage, but had never heard of anyone running away from divorce.

However, an impulse surged in her chest, like a wave sweeping over the beach. She looked up at Fu Haitang and almost drowned in his deep eyes.

But when you look down, you will see the turtleneck sweater that Fu Haitang has been wearing recently to cover up the scars.

The waves in my heart quickly receded, leaving only wet sand.

"Stop messing around, this isn't a game, where are you going?"

The man looked her up and down, his eyes were full of tenderness, and a deep laugh escaped from his throat: "Little fool, I'm just teasing you, do you really want to run away?"