Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Chen Fang opened the private room door, but did not step in.

"Li Shiyi, come out."

The voice was unprecedentedly sinister, and his face was buried in the shadow of the light. He couldn't see anything clearly, except for a strong and smooth chin.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at the group of men and women in the private room, and finally his eyes settled on the woman wearing a silver-white tube top skirt.

This silver-white dress…

Chen Fang narrowed his eyes, and his dangerous and gloomy eyes were instantly covered with a layer of coldness.

When the people in the private room saw Chen Fang really coming, they were all surprised: "Li Shiyi, do you think you have the ability to blatantly steal Song Weiyu's man? I'm sorry... it's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Several people walked out with their things, walked up to Chen Fang, bowed their heads respectfully and called "Brother Chen".

I was too busy and ran away.

The remaining few are all waiting to watch the fun. It is considered to be quite valuable, and at the same time, the family's property is not linked to the Fu family.

"Brother Chen, come in and sit down. Why are you standing at the door, afraid that we will eat you?" The women's eyes were shining brightly.

Chen Fang ignored the group of women who drank too much and said in an impatient voice: "Li Shiyi, if you don't come out, I'm leaving."

Li Shiyi then stood up and staggered towards Chen Fang: "Chen Fang, you are here as expected. Why are you looking at me directly? Do you miss this dress?"

Chen Fang looked at the dress she was wearing with cold eyes.

The two of them stood at the door of the private room. Li Shiyi leaned against the wall and leaned into Chen Fang's arms: "How beautiful this dress is. I miss it so much... It was just like this dress that night, right?"

As she deliberately raised her chest, half of the tube top skirt she wore was exposed, and it straightened up against Chen Fang's body.

Chen Fang pursed his lips in displeasure, avoided her directly, and called the lobby manager with his hook: "Take off the suit, put it on her."

The lobby manager understood, and hurriedly took off his black suit, wrapped it around Li Shiyi's almost naked upper body, and even buttoned it up thoughtfully.

Li Shiyi was dissatisfied and leaned against the wall and suddenly rushed to his side.

Chen Fang stretched out his hand to push her, and the two passed by.

"Come out for a moment."

"Where to go? Relive old dreams?"

Li Shiyi smiled very seductively. She was wearing mixed perfume. The strange and irritating smell made Chen Fang frown. He turned around and walked out of the bar, and Li Shiyi could only follow behind.

"Brother Chen, you understand better than anyone else that Song Weiyu will never get divorced in this life. Then why are you still following her? Don't you want your own family? Your own children?"

On the roadside late at night, there were not many people on the road and there were not many stars in the sky. Chen Fang took out the cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, tilted his head and lit it.

Li Shiyi looked greedily at his delicate and cold side face, and his eyes fell on the black diamond in his left ear.

I remember that back then, a popular actor on TV had his ears pierced, and Song Weiyu said it several times, saying it looked good and felt good. He also said that he would support him.

Chen Fang ran to get his ears pierced without saying a word.

No one expected that Chen Fang, who is usually unsmiling, indifferent and taciturn, could behave in such a childish manner.

Just because of Song Weiyu's words.

Li Shiyi smiled, yes, he could carry a gun and carry a knife for Song Weiyu, and he could also pierce Song Weiyu's ears.

Childish, firm and strong, how can such a man not make people's hearts flutter?

"Brother Chen, please marry me."

Chen Fang pursed his lips and said nothing while smoking. Under the streetlight, he was always wearing black trousers and a black shirt, with one hand in his trousers pocket and a cigarette gently held in his other hand. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up casually, exposing his strong forearms.

His body was slender and upright, but he was lonely and indifferent. Surrounded by smoke, it seemed that his whole body was filled with inexorable coldness.

"Brother Chen, please marry me and make Song Weiyu regret it for the rest of his life. Don't you want to take revenge on her?"

revenge?

To take revenge on her, isn't it just taking revenge on yourself?

Li Shi opined that he had not spoken and was not annoyed. After all, she was very satisfied to be able to stand with him. She took out her phone and smiled at the two photos someone sent her just now.

Then forwarded to Song Weiyu.

At this moment, Song Weiyu and Fu Haitang were arriving at the door of the old house. Fu Haitang hugged her as carefully as if he were holding some treasure.

As soon as the car stopped, the phone rang.

Song Weiyu took out his mobile phone and opened it, looking at the two photos sent by Li Shiyi, expressionless but clenching his hands.

She stared straight at the photo. Although it was blurry, she could see that Li Shiyi was wearing Chen Fang's black suit, and he was lying on Chen Fang's arm.

There is also a picture of the two of them standing at the door of the bar. Chen Fang seems to be smoking. Li Shiyi looks at him sideways, blocking Chen Fang's face. Is he kissing him?

Song Weiyu's face was cold, without anger or frown, and there was no expression on his face.

But Fu Haitang had only seen her like this when something big happened at home. The calmer she is, the more serious the matter is.

Fu Haitang took her phone and saw the photo.

No wonder, haha.

Song Weiyu opened the door and got out of the car. Instead of walking into the yard, she turned and walked towards a row of taxis on the side of the road.

She didn't even have an explanation.

Fu Haitang's eyes were filled with desolation as he stood at the back of the car. She had clearly promised to go home with him tonight.

"Honey, don't go, okay?"

His tall body was shrouded under the sycamore tree at the door, but the sound he made could not match Fu Haitang's resounding identity.

Hoarse, trembling, helpless.

Song Weiyu's hand that opened the taxi door paused for a moment. She didn't look back because she didn't dare. She was afraid of seeing the pain of Fu Haitang sinking into the mud while standing high, and she was afraid of seeing the disappointment in his deep eyes.

Momo said sorry in his heart and got into the car.

She couldn't say this sorry sentence because it was meaningless.

Once you have done something hurtful, there is no need to say sorry.

The taxi started slowly and drove slowly into the main driveway. Fu Haitang was still standing there, with Fu's house worth hundreds of millions behind her. She didn't hesitate and got into the taxi with a starting price of 13 yuan.

In the car, Song Weiyu didn't know why he felt so heartbroken, as if half of his heart was left in Fu Haitang's hands, while he was forcefully pulling the other half away.

It was the feeling of being torn in half. She couldn't help but cover her chest. Could it be that guilt hurt so much?

Or is it that the half of the heart left in Fu Haitang's hands is more than just guilt?

"parking!"

I don’t know why I shouted this sentence.

She clutched her chest, her face no longer calm. There was a trace of surprise and confusion in his eyes, and he breathed deeply, trying to relieve the unprecedented pain in his heart.

Fu Haitang saw the taxi parked on the side of the road, and his heart stopped.

Then it beat more intensely, and what burst out of my heart at this moment seemed not to be life-sustaining blood, but to illusory hope.

But this invisible and small hope bent the scale of his life.

He walked quickly to the taxi, even wanting to run. He didn't ask her to get off, she just had to stand there and he would walk the middle way.

After all, he failed to walk towards her 30 years ago.

I have regretted it for half my life.