Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Really, I've never been idle in my life. Will I have to encourage her to move her grave when she becomes a ghost in the future?"

Fu Haitang's dull voice came from the door, and he said again: "Song Weiyu and I have had ups and downs along the way. I really want to thank your wife for being responsible for the wind and rain."

Li Nian's eyes widened for a moment, and his impassioned voice was suppressed by Fu Haitang's intimidating voice.

Withered.

He stood up and hid behind Shao Guoren, giving the position closest to Song Weiyu to Fu Haitang.

Uncharacteristically, Fu Haitang didn't look at Song Weiyu's face at all, and only gave her a taut profile.

Sitting on the stool, crossing his legs, looking at Shao Guoren.

In fact, as soon as he entered the door, he saw her face, which was sickly and pale, with no color at all.

He was afraid that after seeing her a second time, he couldn't help but feel soft. After all, she had gone too far this time, and he had no intention of continuing to condone her wild behavior.

Shao Guoren, who was standing stupidly next to him, smiled awkwardly. His tall and thick figure could hide Li Nian from revealing anything.

Feeling the little finger of the person on his back poking at his spine, he forced himself to explain: "Brother Fu, Li Nian doesn't mean to encourage my sister-in-law to divorce, she just supports her sister-in-law's divorce..."

As these words came out, there was a chill in the room.

Fu Haitang's eyes were like an ice machine, shooting the ice in his eyes at the two of them without mercy.

Shao Guoren felt a little breathless, so he lifted Li Nian's waist to carry her away. As he walked, he said, "Brother Fu, Li Shiyi's jewelry store opened today, let me take a look."

After the two left, the room fell into extreme silence, as if there was a tiny electric current in the air that stung the skin.

Fu Haitang remained expressionless and moved.

From this angle, the corners of his eyes were extremely indifferent, as if covered with a layer of frost. Song Weiyu's eyes quietly moved to his face, and he was immediately hit back by this layer of frost.

Thinking of the last words he said to her, it was 'Look for him and die. '

The cup of coffee in the morning made her extra awake now, causing these words and his angry look late the night before to be clearly replayed.

She suddenly felt like the scumbag in the TV series who should not be forgiven.

But when I think about it again, I feel like a tragic sufferer who is trapped between two men and is tortured extremely badly, performing some bloody drama of you chasing me and running away, risking your life for love.

At present, the only way to resolve this bloody relationship is divorce.

What's even more outrageous is that there is a silent man sitting next to the bed, and he doesn't want to get divorced.

Nor spoke.

He was wrapped in aloofness and indifference, looking at her feet not knowing what he was thinking.

My feet were kept outside the quilt and felt a little cold. There were more than a dozen stitches on the edge. Li He's technique was very good and the stitching was smooth and tight, giving it a bloody beauty.

She was about to pull back.

"Does it hurt?" He touched her gently and held her ankle with his big hands.

The palm of his hand was very warm, as if he had held it all the way and reserved the warmth specifically for her.

So the moment he touched it, the conflict between hot and cold made Song Weiyu's hand on the quilt unconsciously tighten the sheets.

She bit her inner lip and said nothing, trying hard to hold on to the sheets to calm her suddenly accelerated heartbeat.

As soon as Fu Haitang entered the door just now, she felt a vague uncomfortable feeling in her heart, sour and sour, like eating an unripe wild fruit.

Now, looking at the big hand with distinct joints on his ankle, there are several blood marks on the back of the hand.

She also felt that the wild fruit she had just eaten was poisonous, numbing her from the tip of her tongue to the tip of her heart. Her tongue was so numb that she didn't know what to say.

He must be in pain too, right? She bit him the day before yesterday, and she remembered that she bit him so hard that she almost used all her strength.

I can still recall the taste of blood in my mouth.

She glanced secretly at Fu Haitang's arm, but he was wearing a suit and his forearm was blocked by the clothes, so she couldn't see anything.

Immersed in her own thoughts, she didn't know that Fu Haitang was looking at her, waiting for her to speak.

The man in the dark gray suit suddenly raised his arm, and her eyes also raised.

Her arms fell back to the edge of the bed, and her eyes followed quietly.

"Do you know it hurts?"

A deep voice broke the silence and she came back to her senses. But he didn't realize what he meant by these words.

"Do you still want a divorce?" He loosened his hand on her ankle and asked lightly, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Song Weiyu was stunned. The lazy and gentle man in front of him was no longer as lazy and gentle as he was in private. From top to bottom, he was alienated from others.

He was holding her in his arms the night before yesterday and was unwilling to let her go.

Today...

"Mrs. Fu, I'm waiting for your reply. Why are you still thinking about Chen Fang and you haven't come back?"

He pursed his lips impatiently, looking at her with a layer of fog in his eyes. When she was stunned, the fog dissipated, and what came back was the coldness in his eyes.

Under the influence of the drug, Song Weiyu had no idea what happened during the 24 hours he slept, except that he vaguely remembered that he made a phone call to Chen Fang and said only a few words.

In front of him, Fu Haitang took the initiative to ask about divorce. Has he figured it out?

She didn't have time to think too much, so she responded like a conditioned reflex: "I think so."

I want a divorce, of course I want a divorce, this matter seems to have become an obsession in my bones. Just like someone asks you what 1+1 equals, the reaction engraved in your bones makes you can’t wait to shout: 2.

But why is it 2?

Well, who knows, it should be this answer.

Fu Haitang nodded, with an unclear smile on his lips, which looked particularly beautiful on this elegant and noble face.

Just like his strategizing attitude every time, he was unhurried and calm.

"Just now, I called you Mrs. Fu for the last time. When you recover from your injury, I will take you to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

As soon as he finished speaking, he added: "Of course, if you are in a hurry, I can ask Li He to send a wheelchair over now."

He was as plain as a clear cloud in the autumn sky at this moment, neither salty nor light, hanging in the air, looking down at the world with a high attitude.

Song Weiyu's hands gripped the sheets under the quilt more tightly than before. Her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and there was a slight ups and downs in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Fu Haitang glanced at the small bulge that was shaking slightly on the quilt, and he knew that she was holding her hand again.

He suddenly laughed sarcastically and lifted the corner of the quilt. Her clenched hands were already slightly blue, "Dr. Song's little problem of clenching his hands when he is nervous. When will he change it? It's because of 'your peace of mind' and 'your You don’t have the confidence by your side, so you get nervous at every turn?”

Her peace of mind and confidence?

These words were somewhat familiar, but I had forgotten when I said them. Maybe they were said in a daze late at night when I was drunk. Song Weiyu opened his mouth slightly, his eyes trembled, and he swallowed what he wanted to say.

"It's not that urgent. You can prepare the divorce documents. I can do it at any time."