Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Has he returned to China?

Looking at the elegant man in a gray suit next to her, the light in Chen Fang's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Under the spotlight, the man's strong arms were holding her slender waist, and his fingers were tapping her waistline.

His noble smile and calm posture perfectly matched the woman in his arms.

"Whether Mr. Chen will marry or not is his business. If you have the guts, go and ask him. What do you mean by asking Mrs. Fu here? Are you treating me, Fu Haitang, as a dead person?"

His voice was cold and cold, and his warning eyes swept over the reporters below. Finally, he raised his eyes slightly and landed at the door intentionally or unintentionally.

Their eyes met.

The intertwining lasted for less than 3 seconds before one side retreated on its own initiative.

Just like now, one is upright in the spotlight, and the other retreats sadly behind everyone's back.

When Song Weiyu followed Fu Haitang's cold gaze, he only saw a few black suits disappearing at the door.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, just an old acquaintance."

After saying that, Fu Haitang lowered his head and looked at the person next to him who was still standing, "Lean on me if your leg hurts. What are we legally afraid of?"

Song Weiyu didn't expect that he could see her discomfort, and she suddenly felt better. The hamstring was pulling on the wound, and the pain was severe, so I relaxed the foot slightly.

Feeling the person in his arms approaching, Fu Haitang curled his lips slightly.

The reporter did not dare to mention Chen Fang again and returned to the divorce issue, "Director Fu, will you agree to the divorce proposed by Director Song?"

"will not."

Simple and crude.

Song Weiyu crossed his hands in front of his abdomen, and placed one hand on Fu Haitang's waist, pinching him gently.

He felt a pain in his waist, like a bite from a puppy, and his smile deepened.

He leaned into her ear: "Why are you pinching me? Why, you want me to say yes?"

When he lowered his head, he saw the lines on her chest that rose and fell with her breathing, and they were so white that they were dazzling.

His eyes fell on the dangerously thin sling on her shoulder again. His eyes had never left this thread since she got out of the car.

I always felt like I couldn't hold the heavy flesh on her chest.

He bit the flesh on the inside of his lower lip slightly, and his darkened eyes became clearer again.

The reporter said: "Then... why did Director Song file for divorce with you? Is it related to the person in this photo?"

Mentioning this photo again, Song Weiyu felt a little angry.

Coupled with the voice of "Fu Haitang" on the phone the day before yesterday, I stood up and tried to get out of his arms, but was held back by his big hands around my waist.

Unable to get angry, he pinched him again.

"The first question is, why did you file for divorce? Because she drank too much a few days ago and insisted on buying the moon. I didn't buy it for her. I just got angry and said I didn't love her..."

???

Song Weiyu's face turned red, why did this man start making up nonsense.

Doesn’t this ruin her image as a powerful figure in the business world?

I was so angry that I pinched him hard again.

Fu Haitang couldn't hold it back and laughed in a deep voice. His voice was full of doting and helplessness, which made Song Weiyu's palms in his arms feel warm.

The reporters in the audience did not expect that the reasons for divorce among big bosses these days are so unfair. But looking back, women...have all kinds of reasons for losing their temper.

normal.

Fu Haitang was seduced by the familiar smell of wintersweet on her body and was no longer interested in perfunctory reporters. He said lazily: "Second question, the person in the photo. To be honest, I didn't recognize who this person was."

The reporter immediately said: "This is Shen Lanyin from Xingtuo Entertainment. Mr. Shen has been developing overseas before. I heard that he will move to China this year."

Fu Haitang said 'Oh', "Mr. Shen happened to be at the scene. If you ask her, wouldn't she know why she was in the same photo with me? They are media people, and they are not the best at paparazzi."

He was merciless, and Shen Lanyin in the audience was suddenly stunned.

She knew that Fu Haitang was seeking revenge for Song Weiyu.

The camera turned to her, and she had to put up a smile and explain: "Well...actually we didn't meet intentionally, it was Mr. Fu who returned from Singapore and we just happened to bump into each other. I didn't expect everyone to misunderstand. I'm really sorry."

I wanted to take this opportunity to spread some scandals with Fu Haitang, but I didn't expect that I would have to explain the scandals myself.

She became increasingly unwilling.

Turning to Song Weiyu, he looked at the neglected receptionist Li Shiyi. Fortunately, he had comrades.

Fu Haitang's fingers kept scratching the waistline under his palm, and his voice became a little hoarse: "Dear journalists, is it okay? Then I have to coax my wife..."

A reporter with no eyesight came out again, "Dr. Fu, may I ask..."

Fu Haitang was full of impatience and looked at him coldly: "What? Do you know how to buy the moon?"

……

Song Weiyu frowned and pinched him hard, but failed this time.

Instead, Fu Haitang caught his finger, picked it up and kissed the fingertips gently: "Mrs. Fu, stop pinching. Your husband will pinch his kidneys."

The reporters in the audience laughed.

"Stop talking and leave!"

She blushed and scolded him coquettishly, losing the momentum she used to show off. She lowered her eyebrows slightly and leaned into his arms, grabbing his tie and walking off the stage.

Seeing her like this, Fu Haitang smiled even more wildly, as if the low smile came from his chest, which made her hand holding the tie wet.

"Still laughing, how come Mr. Fu is willing to come back from Singapore?"

"If I don't come back, my wife will run away with someone else."

Thinking that Chen Fang was just one step away from taking Song Weiyu away, Fu Haitang felt that deliberately spreading the divorce was a bad move.

However, he only found out today that Chen Fang was still in the country.

He was even still in the capital, taking over deals from Jingnan.

It seems that his mission this time is related to the gang of people in the nightclub, which are nothing more than pornography, gambling, drugs, and crime.

However, no matter which one it is, it is an extremely dangerous task to walk on the edge of a knife.

Thinking about it carefully, if the mission is so dangerous and he still appears next to Song Weiyu, then his intention is... to tell the people in the nightclub openly and honestly that there are black and white guards behind her, and no one can touch her.

So...it seems like we can see each other more often in the future.

Thinking of this, Fu Haitang felt jealous. He pushed her to the dressing room and kissed her while the door was not closed tightly.

"Well, Fu Haitang, you..."

The words were crushed by him on the tip of his tongue. His wrists were locked in one place. Under the man's low breathing, the weak sound of resistance had no chance of winning.

He kissed her thoroughly, and when the man's fingertips hooked towards the weak sling, Song Weiyu blinked the mist in his eyes and took the opportunity to push it away.

Swallowing the tremor in his throat, he steadied his steps, pushed the door open and saw Li Nian when he went out.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm standing guard for you..."

Li Nian narrowed his eyes and looked at her maliciously: "Tsk, tsk, your neck..."

Song Weiyu turned on the phone camera and saw dog bite marks on it, and glared hard at the door. When he tilted his head to rub it, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure near the smoking area.

Although it flashed by, the black suit and iconic cropped hair...

Her heart stopped, and she didn't have time to think of anything. She picked up the hem of her skirt and chased after him.