Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

After Shen Lanyin said these words, she felt a sense of relief in her heart that broke through the shackles.

She had wanted to say this for a long time, so why not take this opportunity to wake up Fu Haitang. Maybe he would really leave impulsively, but whenever possible, she would give it a try.

There was a long silence on the other side of the phone.

As time passed, Fu Haitang felt a layer of sweat on his palms.

He held his mobile phone and stared at the cigarette butts on the coffee table opposite, as if he could smell the smell of his cigarette on Song Weiyu's body.

Smoke odors are the most difficult to remove. They seem to penetrate into people's pores and attack their internal organs.

So, what kind of worthy person is she?

……

"Of course she is worth it. Without her going to Shanghai alone 28 years ago, the Fu family's foundation would have collapsed long ago. Without her 18 years ago, the Fu family might have died in the economic crisis..."

Listening to his calm words, Shen Lan smiled and said helplessly: "Director Fu, even you know that she is only paying for the Fu family and responsibility. Not for you, Fu Haitang, right? "

"Director Fu, have you ever noticed that the way she looks at you and the way she looks at Chen Fang are different."

Fu Haitang hung up the phone first and held the phone tightly, so hard that the edges of his fingers turned white.

Do other people need to say these words?

He's not really stupid.

Over the years, she became increasingly addicted to alcohol and would often mistake him for another man when drunk.

He would never forget the time when she was so drunk that she couldn't walk.

Coincidentally, that day was the only time that Chen Fang didn't pick her up due to something else.

He went and held her and tried to put her in the back seat. But she held on to his tie, hooked her arm around his neck and said vaguely: "You...just hold me. I'm not sure when, just let me go and leave."

That night, she nestled in her arms, placed her hand on his heart, looked at the dim street lights outside the window, and said vaguely: "I'm sorry, it's all because of me that you are hurt like this."

He held her in his arms and sat in the back row, listening to her murmur quietly.

Yes, Chen Fang was not sure when he would leave. The bullet holes and knife wounds on Chen Fang's chest were all caused by her.

That night, she hooked her arms around his neck, put her lips to his ear, and spoke a lot intermittently. Finally, she closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes covered with tears crushed by her, and kissed him tremblingly.

But he couldn't respond, couldn't respond to this kiss that didn't belong to him when she mistook him for another man.

He asked: "Do you know who I am?"

She didn't open her eyes, just kissed him and said vaguely, "Yeah", "I know"

He also said, 'It is her peace of mind and her confidence'

Of course she didn't have to open her eyes, because every time she got drunk, Chen Fang would come to pick her up.

That night, he held her back, his palms touching her skin. Her whole body was burning under his palm, and this heat seemed to burn his fingertips.

He endured the continuous pain from his fingertips to the tip of his heart and asked: "Since you know who I am, do you love me?"

At that time, this question was asked under the guise of another man. Before this, he had never asked her directly: How much do you love Chen Fang.

He didn't dare to ask, and he didn't want to hear her own admission.

But that night, maybe it was because the streets outside the window were too quiet, maybe because the sky and the moon were too romantic, maybe because the alcohol in her lips numbed the pain.

So, even though he knew the conclusion, he still insisted on taking a look at the standard answer.

Her admission is the standard answer.

She didn't reply immediately, but kissed him for a long time before whispering quietly but clearly in his ear: love.

After she said this, she fell asleep in his arms.

But he didn't move for a long time, just holding her like this from late night to early morning.

That night was the first time he seriously thought about whether he should get a divorce and whether he should give her freedom.

However, when the first ray of light shone on the distant street corner in the early morning, he looked at the sleeping person in his arms and still refused to let go. He would rather torture each other than let go.

At worst, if he takes a few steps back, he will suffer more.

So, from then on, his bottom line became increasingly blurred, and he was even ready to change it for her at any time.

Since then, he has never asked 'Do you love me? ', he became: Just give him your love and give it to me.

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Three hours later, it was time for her to wake up.

Fu Haitang glanced at both sides of the road. In late autumn, the leaves on the branches were about to fall off. The branches were withered and twisted, standing unwillingly in the cold wind.

He bought a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop in front of the hospital, which were her favorite flowers. She never buys eye-catching main flowers, but always likes to buy a bunch of brilliant but unnamed matching flowers.

After returning to the ward, he sat quietly in front of the bed.

Outside the window, the sunlight was quite warm. They passed through the glass and fell on his feet.

But Yangguang seemed to know that the man in front of him was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to climb onto his leather shoes and move quietly along the edge of the hospital bed.

Her cell phone rang, it was a text message.

Fu Haitang straightened his body, relieved the stiffness of holding the same posture for a long time, and opened it, which was an unfamiliar number.

He knew who this was, but the other party only sent a period, so who else could it be?

He dialed it without speaking first.

The other party's voice was still cold and low: "This is my new number. Put it on your back and change the speed dial 1 to this."

After the other party finished speaking, Fu Haitang twitched the corners of his mouth and sneered silently.

Laughing helplessly and pathetically. He stared at the last ray of light that was about to slip away from the window sill, still saying nothing.

The other party obviously realized that it was not Song Weiyu who answered the call.

At the same dusk, this ray of light also shone on the top floor of Zongheng. Chen Fang's back was turned to the setting sun, and the hand holding the cigarette was pressed to his lips.

So, what does this phone call mean to these two men?

After a moment of silence, Fu Haitang's calm voice came.

"Chen Fang, even if I divorce her now, do you dare to marry her? If you dare, how could you be willing to hand her over to me today!"

"You dare not marry her, but at the same time you keep giving her hope. Don't you think this is cruel to her?"

Every word he spoke was heart-wrenching.

The hand holding the cigarette to his lips trembled, and he unconsciously put it into his mouth. He didn't know whether he was inhaling nicotine or a fatal drug, but after one puff, he seemed to have lost half of his life.

The chest was like a paper window that had been in disrepair, half broken, filled with dry cold wind, ready to break at any time.

"Chen Fang, last time you didn't go to Paris, I owed you once. Today, I will pay you back once."

The smoke passed through his lungs and burned the last layer of paper on his chest. Chen Fang glanced at the ridiculous ten-mile fireworks field at his feet.

"If you dare to marry her, I will let her go immediately."