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Fu Haitang endured the heartbreaking pain and followed Song Weiyu's eager gaze.

The woman next to Chen Fang...

No wonder, this woman looks like a low-end version of Song Weiyu.

Fu Haitang sneered, and the unspeakable pain in his heart turned into a dagger: Since husband and wife are one, it is better to hurt together.

At this moment, he desperately wanted Song Weiyu to taste the feeling of having the person he loved in front of him but unable to touch him.

Fu Haitang has been eating this soft knife that hurts his heart for 20 years. Now, he wants to feed it to her with his own hands.

Especially seeing the man you love with a substitute by your side, what would it be like?

Fu Haitang had a slutty bastard smile on his lips, walked up to Song Weiyu with the dagger in his heart, and snapped his fingers.

"Back to God."

"Look stupid?"

He raised his voice and said, "Tell me, how can you treat old friends like strangers when you meet them? Come on, I'll take you to say hello."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and stared at Assistant Hao. Assistant Hao shivered under his cold eyes. Under the pull of Special Assistant, Hao had no choice but to let go of his hand pushing the wheelchair.

Fu Haitang stood behind her, the shining light of the crystal lamp pressed on his shoulders, and the man's shadow fell on her shawl.

Looking at his neat lines on the shawl, Song Weiyu said hoarsely: "I won't go."

"By, don't, get, you."

After saying that, Fu Haitang leaned close to her earlobe, his eyes fell on the tip of her delicate nose, his eyes scratched, and his lips wanted to touch.

"My dear, don't you want to elope with him? Why don't I give you a chance to say what you wanted to say to him that night?"

After saying that, he chuckled, his voice was very low and deep, like a drum, beating on Song Weiyu's thin chest, making her whole body tense.

Others only heard his dear voice and thought he was saying some flattering love words.

After all, his warm breath had already dyed her earlobes red.

Song Weiyu held the handrail tightly and shouted urgently for him to stop.

"Fu Haitang, you are crazy, I said I won't go! If you push me over today, I will really hate you! Fu Haitang!"

"Hate me? You only have him in your heart. It's rare that you still have room to hate me."

Since love can't be obtained, then hatred is fine, as long as it can have a place in her heart.

He no longer cared about her cries of begging or scolding. The pace was slow and steady, and the distance between the three of them gradually shortened.

But these few steps are not easy for anyone.

The firm and stiff man opposite him could hold down AK, but he couldn't hold down his panicked heart at the moment. All he could see from the corner of his eye was her increasingly clear outline.

Even though he had peeked at her for a long time at the door, he still couldn't help smelling the cool scent of wintersweet and snow on her body.

The taste seems addictive.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he put one hand into his trouser pocket.

"Chen Fang, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why does it feel like a century has passed."

Fu Haitang opened his mouth with a warm smile, the corners of his raised mouth seemed to be holding snow, and his words were filled with ice, "Wife, do you think so? Could it be that one day without seeing you is like three autumns apart?"

The man in the wheelchair was as pale as a sheet. Fortunately, he wore light makeup today and his lips were barely colored.

But at this moment, this color is like a wild rose in a hundred miles of wilderness, dazzling and lonely.

Chen Fang didn't dare to look at her. He was heartbroken when he saw her sitting weakly in a wheelchair outside the door.

For so many years, he had carefully protected her from getting hurt. Why, just after leaving her for a few days, she was covered in injuries.

The hands in his trouser pockets were digging into his own flesh with hard fingertips, and the pain kept him rational.

Chen Fang tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows and sharp eyes were stern, his eyes slid through the air and landed on Fu Haitang's provocative smile.

The two men looked at each other, and at the same time they were bathed in the bitter fragrance of wintersweet, and both had difficulty breathing.

"Director Fu, you are fine."

Fu Haitang chuckled and looked at the woman next to Chen Fang, "Chen Fang, why don't I introduce you? Is this your girlfriend?"

The man in the wheelchair lowered his head, and his soft and slender hair was dimmed by the light of a circle of crystal lamps.

She didn't want to hear it, nor did she want to see Chen Fang with another woman. Even though she knew this might be his cover-up, she couldn't remain calm.

Chen Fang said nothing and looked up at Jiang Jie.

Jiang Jie took the initiative to speak, "Are you the boss of Fu's? It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Mr. Chen's girlfriend. My name is Jiang Jie."

After Jiang Jie said hello to Fu Haitang, she looked at Song Weiyu again. She was lowering her eyes, and the flickering light of the crystal lamp shone above her head, casting a shadow.

I couldn't see her eyes clearly, but I just felt that she was very fragile now. Especially the haze purple knitted skirt made her look thin and pale.

"Is this Mrs. Fu?"

Fu Haitang smiled deeply and looked at Chen Fang.

He reached out and gently rubbed the woman wearing an ostrich in the wheelchair, and slowly stroked her long hair.

"My dear, why don't you say anything? Mr. Chen's girlfriend is saying hello to you. Be good, stop being angry and come and chat for a while?"