Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

When he was about to arrive at Shiyi Jewelry, Li Nian suddenly felt a little inexplicable uneasy and sent Shao Guoren a WeChat message: "Husband, I want to go to Li Shiyi's place... Well, you understand."

There was no reply for a long time, maybe he was in a meeting.

After getting out of the car, Assistant Hao specially brought a camel-colored shawl to use as a small blanket to cover her legs.

Looking at it this way, her lavender knitted suit makes her fairer, and her legs are covered with a thin shawl. She is soft and weak, and she looks like a... sickly beauty.

"Tsk tsk..." Li Nian couldn't help but be envious and wished he could get himself a wheelchair.

The three of them walked into the store.

Assistant Hao carefully pushed the wheelchair, while Li Nian was chattering and thinking about how to spend Fu Haitang's money.

Entering the store in a blink of an eye.

This store has three floors and covers an area of ​​more than 900 square meters. It is located in the business district in the center of Jingnan. It has the best location and customer flow quality. Li Shiyi must have spent a lot of money on renting and decorating it, but it is a pity that he should not have made a scene at the reception. Song Weiyu.

Just then the phone rang, and Shao Guoren called on WeChat: "Come on, I'm here too."

Li Nian frowned, what was he doing here? Oh yes...the opening was a three-day celebration, and today is only the second day.

He was probably here to cause trouble.

As soon as a few people entered the door, they realized that it was open or closed, and it was desolate. Just as he was about to continue walking inside, Shao Guoren suddenly blocked the entrance like a mountain, and the ground was covered with darkness.

Li Nian and Song Weiyu were in the shadows, looking up at him at the same time.

Li Nian: "Hi~"

Shao Guoren: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, sister-in-law, aren't you in the hospital? Why are you here too? Did you escape the hospital?"

Um? Looking at the big mountain in front of him, Song Weiyu was a little confused, why was he blocking the road?

Her sight was blocked by him, but her ears were very good. She heard Fu Haitang's deep and mellow chuckle.

This bewitching laughter swept through the air, and Song Weiyu's heart beat faster. But then a female voice came to my ears, "Dr. Fu, you have really good taste..."

No wonder he blocked the road, Song Weiyu's eyes quickly turned cold, "Shao Guoren, did I come at the wrong time?"

Shao Guoren frowned and didn't know how to reply. He didn't know why Fu Haitang asked him to come out and block the door.

Obviously nothing happened, but this blockage caused unnecessary misunderstandings!

"Get out of the way, don't force me to hit you with my wheelchair."

Shao Guoren didn't know that the two were divorcing, so he chose the former between offending Fu Haitang and Fu Haitang's hellish wife.

As the huge figure moved away, Song Weiyu and Li Nian saw Fu Haitang sitting on the sofa in the center of the hall.

He didn't wear a suit today. He wore a casual and elegant wool cardigan on his upper body, and a half-turtle collared sweater underneath, with a loose back.

Gentle and gentle yet overwhelming, with a smile that was neither thick nor thin, he slowly brought the coffee to his lips.

But he didn't look back at her.

A few days ago, he was coaxing her with a lovable smile on his face. Today, he seemed like a stranger, and he appeared in the jewelry store with another woman.

This huge contrast was like the wave of a typhoon, making her unable to resist and feeling astringent in her heart.

It's like something that belongs to you and has been with you for 30 years. Although you don't like it anymore, you don't allow others to touch it.

Sick, Song Weiyu secretly cursed his perverted possessiveness.

At the same time, he apologized to Song Jingming in his heart: "I'm sorry, son. Mom passed on your only shortcoming to you."

"I'm sorry, Wen Ying, you've suffered from following Song Jingming."

After apologizing one by one and scolding myself severely. She kept repeating in her mind, he mentioned divorce, he mentioned divorce! Whoever he wants to be with is his freedom.

You can't help but love someone and still take advantage of them!

Song Weiyu, you have to be reasonable!

I forced myself to be noble and generous, and looked at him again with a slightly calmer mind, only to find that his tall body blocked the woman on his side.

Song Weiyu covered his hands with the blanket and mixed his fingers together. Pain came and he calmed down the waves in his eyes.

Still can't help but wonder who it is.

But just now her name was Fu Dong, and she should be a business friend.

"Don't call me Dong Fu. We have known each other for so many years...calling me Dong Fu is unfamiliar."

The man's magnetic bass passed through the hall and landed around the people at the door, sound waves reverberating.

Assistant Hao Te immediately grasped the handle of the wheelchair, and a thin layer of sweat broke out from his back.

He lowered his head and saw Song Weiyu's tense jaw.

She was already thin, but with such exertion, the lines of her neck were stretched, which meant that Director Song was about to get angry.

"Then...I will call you Brother Fu."

"Okay, let's scream."

Women's passionate words and men's lazy voices kept coming from the sofa, and Song Weiyu's fingers that had just been loosened were pinched together again.

This time, she pressed her wedding ring.