Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang looked at her expressionless face, like exquisite porcelain, beautiful but without warmth.

Her warmth has been released, right?

But how is he inferior to Chen Fang? He, Fu Haitang, was the only son of the Fu family since he was born. He lived a pampered life like a pampered prince in the Fu family's old house at the foot of the capital.

If they hadn't accidentally collided at a corner outside the women's college when they were young, they would never have crossed paths in this life.

At that time, he was proud, arrogant and arrogant, but he fell hopelessly in love with her.

She originally loved him, but what about now?

She abandoned him, but not completely. Fu Haitang guarded this kind of love that was intact on the surface but broken on the inside for half his life, and he was terrified.

He even thought that it would be better to let her go 20 years ago.

If it had been completely cut off at that time, we wouldn't have been walking on thin ice for the past 20 years, right?

Now, he watched Song Weiyu stand up expressionlessly, wrapped his slender neck in a shawl indifferently, turned around and walked out indifferently.

Then he was left with a back figure that broke into his dreams countless times, and the antique white jade hairpin in his hair that he had photographed with his own hands.

She's leaving.

Fu Haitang's pride immediately shattered to the ground. He didn't have time to pick it up. He walked a few steps to catch up with her, held her in his arms and said with sobs: "Song Weiyu, have you ever considered that I feel sorry for you too."

Song Weiyu clutched the top-quality vicuña shawl and looked at the overlapping shadows of the two people under the light. She did not dare to look up at Fu Haitang's sad brows.

She pursed her lips and said nothing, letting him hold her waist.

"Song Weiyu, can't you raise your head and look at me! How am I worse than Chen Fang!" Fu Haitang's hands used force, pinched Song Weiyu's waist and pressed it into his arms, as if he could press it into his heart.

But even if you really press it in, what's the use? It's just wishful thinking.

At this moment, he forgot how Chen Fang risked his life to rescue Song Weiyu out of the long, dark alley, how Chen Fang blocked bullets for her, and how every scar on Chen Fang's body in the past 30 years was inflicted on Song Weiyu's behalf.

He just wants all her love, even if not all, just a little more than Chen Fang.

He can't be the only love in her heart, so he can be her favorite.

But everything has a cause, and everything has an effect.

When Chen Fang rushed into the alley alone, and when he walked in front of Song Weiyu covered in blood, fate had already been arranged.

"Fu Haitang, you are very good. You are no worse than anyone else. But... I will never forget the way he stood firmly in front of me every time I encountered danger. I'm sorry..."

Song Weiyu pushed him away and turned to open the door.

Fu Haitang's hoarse and choking voice came from behind:

"Honey, do you know how much I envy Chen Fang. I, Fu Haitang, will also envy other men in my life..."

"If I could really go back in time, I would definitely go to Shanghai with him. It would be better to die there than to live now..."

"Honey, please don't leave. Please, don't leave me..."

His voice became more pitiful, and the sound of his tears falling on the floor echoed in the huge ward. In his heart, no matter how expensive and exquisite the suit was, no matter how unattainable his status was, they were not as valuable as Song Weiyu's turning around.

He looked eagerly at Song Weiyu's back. This cheongsam was sewed by him personally by an experienced craftsman. The hairpin in her hair was also bought by him at the auction. The high heels on her feet were custom-made for her. shape.

She is her own from top to bottom, why not just her heart?

"Don't go looking for him, okay?" His voice was like that of an abandoned child, uneasy and heavy with tears.

Song Weiyu closed her eyes in despair, but she still softened her heart. She stopped and stood there.

I had no choice but to do it now, it's all fate.

Now Fu Haitang wants to return to Shanghai to save her. But she wanted to go back to that bright sunny afternoon. She would not go to the school gate to buy books, let alone go around the corner, so that she would not bump into a man with eyebrows like a deep pool.

Seeing that she had stopped, Fu Haitang hurriedly stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.

He hugged her hard, fearing she would disappear: "Wife, wife, let's go home, okay?"

"it is good."

Fu Haitang took off his gray suit, put it on her body, put one hand around her waist, and walked to the elevator.

Arriving at the parking lot on the second floor, Fu Chunhe looked at Song Weiyu wearing Fu Haitang's suit, sighed helplessly, shook his head and smiled.

Without experiencing the bloody storm of the previous generation, no one has the right to interfere.

At this time, Chen Fang had just arrived at the door of the bar.

Stopping the iconic Jing A Rolls-Royce, he took off his suit in the car and walked inside with a sullen face.

This bar has been open for many years and is a popular place for people in the industry. It was renovated last year and is more luxurious and grand than before. All the people who come here are respectable people, so the service staff are all very qualified.

The lobby manager is a veteran who has been in bars for many years and can remember every top figure in Beijing who has appeared in the newspaper.

When he saw Chen Fang coming in with a dark face, he thought he was here to arrest Song Weiyu.

"Mr. Chen, why are you here? Sister Song isn't here tonight! She really isn't here! Is there someone committing a crime here? Who do you think it is? I'll pull it out for you."

I almost didn’t say: Our newly renovated private room is not allowed to see blood.

The lobby manager was sweating on his forehead. He was frightened when he saw Chen Fang's short hair and dark eyes, not to mention the overwhelming sense of oppression he wore in a black shirt.

Chen loosened two buttons of his shirt and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Li Shiyi?"

"Oh? Mr. Li? In the old private room, it's Sister Song's fixed private room, No. 88..."

Chen Fang hummed and walked inside.

The three front desk customer service staff behind him hugged each other and screamed: "Manager, who is this? He's so handsome... Hair size is the only criterion for testing a man's beauty, and it's true! Look at his muscles under his shirt, and his chest is bulging. Of...and that waist! It must be strong!"

"This is top-notch manliness!! He must be 40, right? I have never seen a 40-year-old man so charming. It's like moving hormones! Did you see that he also has a diamond earring..."

The manager rolled his eyes at them, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at 8888 standing across the door blocking the door: "I can't do anything to you even if I'm strong! Stop thinking blindly... this man Song Weiyu."

"Who is Song Weiyu?" The ladies at the front desk looked at each other.

The manager leaned against the bar and looked at Chen Fang's disappearing back and whispered: "Have you memorized the high-level VIP information? Song Weiyu in the capital, please think long and hard. With a salary of 10,000 yuan, you still want to make hundreds of billions. A man from a rich woman will go crazy sooner or later than the world..."