Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying nodded, feeling a little warm in her heart.

For her now, after leaving her original family, Song Jingming was the only relative left in the world, but once the two of them quarreled, she didn't even have a place to talk and comfort her.

Chen Fang's words are like a reassurance. After all, the household registration is real, and the relationship between father and daughter is also real.

She has a father, the same man who saved her from a gun. She felt reassured.

Halfway through the meal, Chen Fang called. He looked at it, frowned slightly and hung up. Everyone has phone calls they don’t want to answer, and no one cares.

Immediately afterwards, he received a second call, again from the same number. Chen Fang put down his chopsticks, took the phone and walked to the door: "What's the matter?"

He still spoke briefly and his voice was low and steady.

On the other end of the phone: "Brother Chen, I've called you so many times and you haven't answered? Is it necessary to avoid me like this?" Along with the woman's voice, there was noisy noise, music and the shouts of men and women.

Chen Fang frowned. He looked back at the ward door and walked away: "It's okay."

"Chen Fang! If you hang up the phone, I'll call Song Weiyu right away! Tell her that you fucking slept with me!"

The woman drank too much and her voice was a little muffled, but it still hit Chen Fang's head like a heavy drum. His voice suddenly turned cold and his expression became sinister. He looked at the corridor window and whispered: "Then I'm afraid you can't bear the consequences of talking nonsense."

"Chen Fang, the worst is possible. A domineering and controlling person like Song Weiyu, if she knows about you and me. What will happen to her? Haha, you know very well... I am in the old place, come here now, I want to see you ."

After saying that, the woman hung up the phone.

She was sure Chen Fang would come.

In the bar, a group of sisters around her were waiting to watch the show: "Li Shiyi, is it true or not? Don't take advantage of the alcohol to get drunk. If Song Weiyu comes to kill us, we will all suffer along with you."

Li Shiyi raised his eyes, his beautiful face glowing red under the colorful lights of the bar: "He cares so much about Song Weiyu's feelings, how dare he tell Song Weiyu. Chen Fang will definitely come, wait and see. Haha... "

Chen Fang put his cell phone into his pocket, his eyes filled with anger. After thinking for a moment, he grabbed the car keys in his pocket.

He entered the ward, but did not sit down. He picked up his suit and put it on his arm. He looked at Song Weiyu and said, "I'm going out for a while. You guys will take the boss's car home tonight. Wen Ying, have a good meal and call me if you need anything." , I’ll see you again tomorrow night…”

After saying that, he left without even waiting for Song Weiyu to ask where he was going.

Song Weiyu looked at his strong and determined back with a puzzled expression. What made him so anxious? Except for her own business, she had never seen Chen Fang leave in such a hurry. He didn't even tell himself where he was going...

Fu Haitang leaned back on the chair, loosened the collar of his shirt, squinted his eyes, and said with an unclear smile: "Oh, are you in love?"

After saying that, she glanced at Song Weiyu. Her face was not good-looking, and she was still staring in the direction where the man at the door was leaving.

Fu Haitang drank the juice in one gulp and licked his lips, feeling a little unhappy.

Of course he is unhappy. His wife is now openly thinking about another man, and maybe she is still jealous. Then he gave her a mouthful of sweet and sour short ribs with an angry look on his lips:

"Honey, taste it to see if it's sour."

He would rather turn Song Weiyu's jealousy into fire than let her think about Chen Fang.

Song Weiyu looked at the attractively colored short ribs and threw away her chopsticks. Her tight jawline proved that she was in a bad mood.

Song Jingming picked up Wen Ying and whispered, "Honey, are you full? I'll take you out for a walk. Put on my clothes... and go."

After saying that, he took Wen Ying and left the ward.

In the ward, Fu Chunhe was not in the mood to eat, so he rinsed his mouth with juice. He was thinking about finding a reason to leave this place with extremely low air pressure, because if nothing else happened, Fu Haitang would challenge Song Weiyu's bottom line with a stiff neck in a minute.

"Boss, go wait for me and your mother in the car."

"okay!"

Fu Chunhe took the suit and left without looking back. In the corridor, I met Song Jingming walking with Wen Ying in his arms. While holding him in his arms, he whispered something in Wen Ying's ear...

Fu Chunhe couldn't help but laugh. Finally, someone could take care of his over-the-top brother.

Very pleased.

"Second brother, you run really fast."

Song Jingming raised his eyebrows when he heard the sound: "Huh, why don't you run and wait to get angry? The third child is not here. After scolding Fu Haitang, he will have to scold us..."

"But there's something really wrong with Uncle Chen tonight. He's not really in love, right? He looks a little nervous."

Song Jingming shook his head: "Are you kidding me? Who looks like they are going to start a gang fight when they are in love? As expected, the lawless gangsters are going to kill people..."

Wen Ying was stunned and nervously grabbed Song Jingming's clothes, his big eyes full of worry.

"Don't worry, your dad often kills people, he knows how to do it."

Song Jingming looked at Wen Ying's little hand holding his clothes, and his heart suddenly bubbled with joy.

In the ward, Fu Haitang put one hand on the back of the chair and the other on the table, tapping the table with his fingertips. The gray shirt on his chest was wrinkled because of this posture, and his raised eyebrows made him look a little stingy.

"Are you angry now? Unlike you, our Director Song is a man who has seen all kinds of storms...because of a man? Are you so fucking angry?"

Fu Haitang became more and more confused, and the hand that was pointing at the table slowly became a fist, with bulging veins and dark eyes.

"Song Weiyu, what are you thinking about? How about I send you there to find him now?"

He didn't drink, but he was as impulsive as if he was drunk at the moment. Every word he spoke was like a knife and a spear, attacking the corner of Song Weiyu's heart that was not open to others.

Song Weiyu didn't speak or look at him. She looked at the wedding ring on her finger in a daze.

She still remembered the moment when Fu Haitang put the wedding ring on her, but she forgot her mood at that moment. In the past 30 years, this ring has never left her hand except when she took it off when she proposed divorce.

Why? She knew it was because of guilt.

Fu Haitang followed her gaze and looked at the wedding ring on her hand, which was the same as the one on his hand. For so many years, he had never taken it off. For many days and nights, he held her in his arms and looked at her, but could not feel her hot heartbeat.

Time and time again I can only caress my diamond ring and tell myself: She is Mrs. Fu, legal and protected by the law.

As a result, he has developed the habit of touching rings over the years. Whenever he feels restless or irritable, he can't help but use his other hand to rub the wedding ring on his middle finger.

But apart from the law and this wedding ring, what else does he have left?

Song Weiyu was aroused by him, but did not lose his temper. We have come to this point, why is it necessary? Besides, she doesn't know what to say, and nothing Fu Haitang wants to hear.

She took the cheongsam and shawl and stood up to leave, her half-cast eyes were cold.