Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang nodded, sat casually, and opened his mouth with an imposing manner: "The property in your personal name still belongs to you. Others, companies, equity, real estate, movables, if you want anything, tell Yu Te "Ask, if you don't want anything in particular, I'll handle it equally."

Song Weiyu opened his mouth slightly and unconsciously said this sentence that he had rehearsed countless times in his heart:

"My personal property is enough for me to squander for several lifetimes, and I don't want anything else. All the shares of the Fu family in my name will be equally divided between Fu Chunhe and Song Jingming. I don't want any of those dozens of companies, either. I just want the cultural science and technology industrial park."

Cultural Science and Technology Industrial Park is the only company under the two men that can barely be associated with the entertainment industry... its main business is Internet information technology and online media.

It turned out that she had already thought about it and wanted nothing but Chen Fang.

Fu Haitang gritted his teeth and paused for a few seconds, then suddenly looked at her with a relieved smile, "Okay, for the last time. I will listen to you."

'It's all up to you', he had said it countless times. Some are helpless, some are compromising, some are indulgent, but most of them are said with a smile, full of pampering.

But this time, I can’t tell what it tastes like, just like the last cup of tea before saying goodbye. You drank it with clearness, and I drank it with bitterness, but in the end, I said goodbye after drinking it.

Song Weiyu looked at him steadily and suddenly felt that his smile was very good-looking.

Especially on such a clean morning, he was wearing a gray suit in a white ward, and the air was filled with the scent of disinfectant and cedar wood on his body.

In fact, Fu Haitang has always been good-looking, and his smile is even more handsome.

His calm and noble spirit exudes from his bones, and he can easily stir up the storm of Vanity Fair without any rush.

Maybe it's because he smiles too much on weekdays, so he's used to it and doesn't pay much attention to it.

When the divorce was mentioned today, she suddenly felt that such a beautiful smile would no longer belong to her.

It should belong to another woman, to someone who won't always make him angry, and won't step on his bottom line with confidence.

Thinking about it this way, I actually feel a little painful in my heart.

Song Weiyu attributed this pain to: Human beings are not grass and trees, and it is always a little sad to say goodbye to people who have been used to it for 30 years.

Just like a puppy you raise is about to be given away, you will always be reluctant to part with it.

Probably, it’s no big deal, right?

But for some reason, she couldn't help but think about who Fu Haitang's gentle smile would belong to in the future, Shen Lanyin? Or some other woman...

He would show up calmly when the woman was at a loss, smiling calmly. He would hold her waist and say, "Nothing in this world can make Mrs. Fu sad."

Thinking of this scene, she felt as if a needle had pricked her heart, and she felt instantly sad, mixed with nameless pain.

But he didn't realize that his gaze had been lingering on his eyebrows, and he had been entangled in it for countless heartbeats.

Looking at her stunned eyes, Fu Haitang took the initiative to close his eyes, and his voice was as light as boiled water: "Director Song, what are you looking at? I can't pull it out."

Only then did she come back to her senses and throw away the unreasonable thoughts that had just occurred in her mind.

His hands clenched tightly again, but this time it was not the sheets but the palms of his own hands.

"Take what you have, and exchange it for what you want. Do you think you will regret it one day?" After saying this, he stood up, pulled the chair back to its original position, and looked at the faint clouds outside the window.

His tall body blocked a ray of sunlight. Song Weiyu looked at the ray of light on his suit. The palms of his hands hidden in the quilt were almost scratched by nails. His heart felt stuffy. It seemed that Chinese medicine said that ten fingers are connected to the heart. reason.

"Of course I won't regret being able to go to him." She lowered her eyes on the bed, her eyes blocked by her eyelashes, expressing her feelings.

He nodded and turned around with a smile.

This time I didn’t lift the quilt again, and I didn’t see her self-abuse palms. I just left the ward without looking back.

Song Weiyu never thought that divorce would be so simple.

In the past, it always seemed cumbersome. In fact, as long as Fu Haitang arranged it in one sentence, the legal department would sort out the complicated matters. She only had to wait for the signature.

Maybe, I used to use cumbersomeness as an excuse.

She took a deep breath, looked at the beam of sunlight that hit Fu Haitang just now, and reached out to touch it.

The light shone on the deep nail mark on her palm. She shook it, and the sunlight ran away from her fingers, leaving only the residual pain in her palm.

Are you stupid? Actually tried to hold a beam of light.

She retracted her hand and tried to interpret the swollen depression in her heart. After reading for a long time, she was sure that this was human nature.

He will be fine in a few days. Maybe he will be fine immediately after a drink, but the hospital does not sell alcohol.

Li He pushed the door open and came in, just in time to see her bowed figure. The sun was shining on her shoulders, scattering a faint halo of light in her black hair.

"Huh? Li Nian wasn't here to play with you this morning. Why do you still look so sad?"

Song Weiyu raised his head in response: "Sad? Then you are wrong. I am so happy now."

Then he broke out into a smile.

Li He frowned even more when he saw the hidden smile: "How about I get you a mirror to look at? Your smile is... uglier than crying."

Song Weiyu rolled her eyes at him, how could it be possible, after thinking about divorce for 20 years, she finally got her wish.

She just hasn't had time to be happy yet.

Li He was giving her an infusion, and she watched the moment the needle pierced the back of her hand, and a small amount of blood returned to the hose.

"Li He, did Fu Haitang come yesterday?" she asked casually.

"Huh? Fu Haitang, he hasn't left yet."

Li He adjusted the flow rate for her and observed her for a while, looking from the infusion bottle to the person on the hospital bed.

Her expression seemed to freeze instantly with these words, and she stared blankly at a beam of sunshine on the bed.

I don’t know when Li Hyuk went out.

When she came to her senses, the sunny sky outside the window was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed that a heavy rain was brewing.

She seemed to know why Fu Haitang suddenly filed for divorce calmly.

Yesterday, she made that call to Chen Fang in a daze. Fu Haitang was beside the bed at that time, listening quietly, right?

At that time she said...

"Boom..." There was a thunder outside the window, and the layers of dark clouds were rolling with moisture, getting lower and lower in the sky.

The sunlight has almost disappeared, and at this moment, the sky is dark and dark, as if it has suddenly switched to night.

The little nurse knocked on the door and came in, asking if she would turn on the light for her. She shook her head.

Another thunder followed, and this time it finally brought raging rain. They hit the dusty city streets, splashing dirty mud spots, but then they were washed away even cleaner.

She looked at the fog gradually gathering on the window and thought, it's a good thing he left early, otherwise he would have been trapped here by the rain.

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