Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

These words were like poison, poisoning Wen Ying half to death even through the air.

Song Jingming was leisurely, leaning on the back of his chair and reaching out to rub the dull ostrich head next to him.

Smiling brightly: "Honey, I was tired last night. Tell your elder brother, you know this matter better than me."

Fu Chunhe's doubts deepened and he looked at Wen Ying who was acting foolishly.

How did this IQ make Song Jingming so desperate?

But in just one minute, although Wen Ying was in standby mode, his mind was already spinning dozens of times.

From what Song Jingming said, he already knew that he came to Jiangcheng to find Su Jin.

"I'm going to buy a cup of coffee first."

Then he ran out, ran to the bar next to him, and continued to think about what to do.

Fu Chunhe glanced at her, then turned to look at Shao Yi, who had been silent next to him: "What role are you playing here again?"

Shao Yi pursed his lips, like a poor student being called out by the teacher, and paused: "Brother Fu, I'm here on a business trip."

Although there was something wrong with Song Jingming's eyes across from him, Fu Chunhe didn't bother to ask more questions.

Having a bunch of crazy elders in the family is enough to worry about, but he really can't bear the burden of having seniors at the top and young at the bottom.

He was impatient, pulling on his tie to relieve the urge to announce his resignation as Fu's president, when a voice from his hallucination sounded behind his ears.

"Wen Ying, I took Juan Juan to get vaccinated this morning. I was passing by and wanted to have breakfast with you."

The sound came from several meters away.

This sound is not like an illusion that I have been thinking about day and night. It passes through the air, as if I can feel the vibration of sound waves.

Fu Chunhe squinted his eyes and stared at Song Jingming, who was also stunned across from him. Within a few seconds, his eyes changed from slightly stunned to a fierce light, to a horrifying inquiry.

Turn around slowly.

He is already tall and tall, wearing a suit of exquisite craftsmanship, with a well-arranged 37-point back, and his phoenix eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses are even more dignified.

Suddenly, everyone in the cafe looked over, including Su Jin, who had a smile on her face.

"Su...Jin?"

Lifting his feet, he walked out to her side.

Afraid that if you take a step too late, she will disappear again.

Didn't take a few steps.

"Xiao Jin, I forgot my mobile phone when I got off the car. Here it is."

A man wearing a casual jacket came in from the door and handed the phone to Su Jin. She turned around and ran away without even looking.

Fu Chunhe followed closely, shouting without caring about his image: "Su Jin, don't run away."

The moment I passed by the man who handed over the mobile phone, I was grabbed by the man: "Sir, do you have anything to do with my wife?"

lady?

Fu Chunhe glared directly at her, but when he saw Su Jin running out of the hotel with her child in her arms, she pushed the man away.

The man held on tightly, and Fu Chunhe had an impatient look on his face as he stared at the man pulling his hand, raising his hand to punch.

Song Jingming and Shao Yi were rushed towards him and held him back: "Brother, don't be impulsive."

"How could I not be impulsive? She ran away! Your sister-in-law ran away again!"

The violent voice echoed in the hall, recalling Wen Ying's deep duties.

It was a mess, and everyone in the cafe watched it as morning news.

Wen Yingying didn't have time to explain, so he ran away from the three men as fast as a rabbit, chasing after Su Jin closely.

But the words 'sister-in-law ran away again' made the man dragging Fu Chunhe calm down. He looked at Fu Chunhe and suddenly understood the upturned eyes under his thin lenses.

She looks really good-looking.

She is dignified and gentle, but can be fierce when she gets angry.

Song Jingming stopped Fu Chunhe and said seriously and calmly: "Wen Ying has already chased her out. She is your sister-in-law, so why don't she go after you? Don't worry, let her help you break up!"

Ok?

The man next to him who just called Su Jin 'Madam' frowned slightly.

These upper class people are really nasty.

Several people let go of their hands. Fu Chunhe's chest rose and fell due to the excitement just now. Two strands of his meticulous hair hung down. His reddish eyes under his gold-rimmed glasses made him look even more charming.

Only then did Song Jingming realize that everyone in the cafe was watching.

Hook your hand and call the front office manager.

"The parlor is open."

"Brother, let's sit down first and have a good chat."

The four of them entered the reception room, three to one. The man opposite did not panic and was just looking at Fu Chunhe.

Song Jingming took two sips of tea and said in a deep voice: "Just tell me, leave my sister-in-law."

……

on the street.

Wen Ying stopped Su Jin, full of apologies.

"Sister-in-law..."

"I'm not your sister-in-law! Wen Ying, have you been lying to me these past few days?"

There were tears in Su Jin's eyes, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Wen Ying was no longer gentle, but full of sadness and defensiveness.

Wen Ying was hurt by this look, and she wanted to explain.

"No, Sister Su Jin. A week ago, it was the day I contacted you. I knew you were the person that Big Brother has been looking for, but I really didn't tell Big Brother. I thought, let me ask you first... After all, you have a child. ”

Su Jin said nothing and continued walking with the child in her arms.

"I'm sorry, Sister Su Jin, I'm really sorry. I didn't know that my eldest brother would suddenly come to Jiangcheng today..."

Su Jin reached out and stopped a taxi, just as she was about to leave.

After leaving, Su Jin might have changed her address or even changed city.

Wen Ying became anxious and said without hesitation: "My eldest brother committed suicide in order to break off the engagement!"

Su Jin was already halfway into the taxi, but suddenly paused when she heard these words.

suicide?

No one had ever told her.

She suddenly remembered the way Fu Chunhe's driver hesitated two years ago.

At that time, he said that Mr. Fu was in poor health. Could it be that he committed suicide...

Her heart was in chaos, she couldn't figure it out and didn't want to think about it, she just wanted to run away.

The taxi whizzed away, picking up fallen leaves all over the ground. Wen Ying drooped her shoulders in despair, feeling self-blame, guilt, and frustration.

Any emotion made her uncomfortable.

Walking slowly back to the hotel, the front office manager was already waiting at the door.

"Ms. Chen, Mr. Song and the others are in the reception room. Please come with me."

Before I even opened the door, I heard conversations coming from inside.

Fu Chunhe's cold tone sounded: "I'll give you two options. One: divorce Su Jin with money. Two: divorce Su Jin with money while sitting in a wheelchair."

Wen Ying frowned and hesitated, don't go in yet.

The strange man smiled, "As expected of Mr. Fu, no wonder... Su Jin hates you so much, you are so self-righteous."

Originally, Song Jingming thought that this man would get a beating.

Unexpectedly, Fu Chunhe sneered and said lightly: "You are quite self-righteous, a bit like me. No wonder Su Jin can marry you."

"Haha, Mr. Fu, if there is nothing else, I have to go back to find my wife. The baby was vaccinated today and is having a tantrum."

Madam, baby.

These four words, combined with a gun and a stick, hit Fu Chunhe's heart.

He had kept her clean for so many years, and even dreamed about her.

She has children.

Sadness mixed with pain, like being stabbed with a knife tempered in vinegar.

Fu Chunhe gently raised his eyes and smiled, but it was very scary: "While I am still talking to you, sign the divorce agreement. I don't mind if she is widowed or divorced."