Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The focus of what he said seemed not to be about Lao Yanfenfei, but who she dreamed about last night.

Song Weiyu didn't know what he wanted to ask.

Frowning slightly, she looked back at him steadily.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and he read the thoughts in her eyes openly. There seemed to be a weak electric current in the air, pulling out strands of ambiguity in the two pairs of beautiful eyes.

She wanted to say yes, but her voice failed.

The urgent and unclear desire in Fu Haitang's eyes made her feel that saying these two words would have irreversible consequences.

He was like a hunter with an arrow in his bow. He had no eyes for him, only staring at Song Weiyu. When she says the word 'OK', he will immediately take action, grab the prey and go home, either killing or slaughtering it.

"Song Weiyu, I want to ask you something. Yes or no, is it difficult?" His voice was very deep, and his eyes became sharper.

The hunter approached step by step, bowstring fully drawn.

She was trapped deep in the cage in Fu Haitang's eyes, her fingers tightened, and she was about to sink the boat, but hesitated to speak.

"I……"

A gust of wind blew from the door, carrying the smell of tobacco into her nose.

It was this subtle smell that made her wake up immediately.

As if her breathing stopped with the gust of wind, she turned her head sharply and looked in the direction where the wind was blowing.

At some point, a tall figure stood at the door, with straight legs, broad shoulders and narrow waist. It seems that he doesn't wear shirts anymore recently. He wears a black T-shirt and a black suit every day.

He looks simple and casual, but his plain and cold face is particularly tempting.

Fu Haitang watched helplessly as the nostalgia for him in her eyes disappeared in an instant.

Instead there was joy at the appearance of the man at the door.

This kind of joy is like the joy of sunshine that suddenly appeared after three days and nights of heavy rain, mixed with indescribable love and hope.

Once upon a time, this look belonged to him, Fu Haitang thought.

At that time, she always looked at her with her dark eyes that were full of sincerity and careful love. She would also sneak into his office late at night when the crescent moon was high, and leave a soft kiss on his lips.

At that time, he pretended not to know.

Then I worked overtime more and more late at night, and slept in the office on purpose more and more often.

He originally didn't like going to the company, but he insisted on going to the company every day. Everyone in the Fu family thought he had changed his temper.

Until that winter, she hid a handful of wintersweet flowers in her pocket, and sneaked into his office like a little mouse late at night when the first snow fell.

That day, she didn't steal the kiss as quickly as she did every time before.

Instead, he stood beside his office chair for a few minutes. How miserable was he during those few minutes?

The fragrance of wintersweet flowers kept coming in from the tip of his nose, along with the coldness of snow. He even felt that the gasping sound of the little mouse stealing a kiss was right next to his ears, burning his whole body as if on fire.

Finally, when he couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to open his eyes, she kissed him gently.

That day, she didn't kiss the corners of his lips.

……

But at this moment, he could only watch her looking at another man quietly, her peach blossom eyes were clear and warm, bright and clean, and the love inside them was surging and unrestrained.

The wave passed over him, drowning others without reservation. All he could feel was the cold and biting coldness of the wave brushing passers-by.

Fu Haitang smiled sadly, what answer was he waiting for?

What she said last night: Don't leave, don't leave her alone.

It was obviously said to Chen Fang. Only Chen Fang could make her have no scruples. Only Chen Fang could make her sleep peacefully with tears in her eyes.

Therefore, her answer is actually not that important.

After all, she had made her choice, so why was he clinging to a dream?

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Fu Haitang calmed down, and before Song Weiyu turned around, he hid the loneliness and sadness in his eyes, and looked aloof again.

He knew that it was impossible for Chen Fang to show any love for Song Weiyu in public, especially under so many pairs of eyes.

Because his words that night were obviously like a punch that woke up Chen Fang.

Sure enough, Chen Fang didn't even look at Song Weiyu, and walked straight to the other woman, with an unprecedented smile on his lips, "Do you like it?"

Song Weiyu's eyes followed him, watching him step by step towards other women, his eyes instantly filled with mist, and his fingers were about to be broken.

Fu Haitang looked at her changes and was heartbroken. He kept looking at her, so he knew that she hadn't looked at him again since Chen Fang came in.

Does she really love Chen Fang so much?

Do you love Chen Fang in your eyes and only Chen Fang in your heart?

So who is he?