Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

At that time, there was a woman's voice shouting on the phone, and Chen Fang's rough breathing and deep voice.

It was like a replay at this moment, densely seeping from her scalp into her nerves.

Ignoring the bloodshot tears in his eyes, he raised his head and stared blankly at Chen Fang.

From her perspective, she could see a sullen smile on the corner of his thin mouth, and his capable short hair was longer, looking unruly.

Of course, you can also see the black diamond growing on his earlobe like a mole.

Chen Fang didn't look at her, not even a glance.

He teased Jiang Jie and coaxed her into trembling, "Brother Chen, is it just about your pretty eyes?"

Chen Fang's eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes slowly scraped over her body, which was not much cloth, and he smiled and said in a long tone: "Of course, more than that."

His mute black eyes were like calloused fingers, and Jiang Jie's cheeks flushed instantly.

"Oh, Brother Chen..."

"Well, don't tell me, this color is just for you."

After saying that, Chen Fang twirled Jiang Jie's ruby ​​pendant with his fingers and moved it towards Jiang Jie's chest.

Just as Song Weiyu was pulled out of Lingchi's heart by Fu Haitang, Chen Fang poured a bowl of salty salt water on her.

The thoughts that used to be so delicate were of no use at this moment. There was only one thought in my mind: this is fake, he is acting, you have to believe him.

But the salt water had seeped into her bloody flesh, irritating and pulling on every nerve in her body.

The beating nerve endings are mixed with the smell of old tobacco.

Like a poison spreading, there were double images in front of her eyes, and her whole body felt weak, as if the blood bursting from her heart could not support her limbs at all.

But she used the only strength of her body on her eyes, and she looked at Chen Fang stubbornly.

But she didn't realize that Fu Haitang was looking at her coldly.

"Dear, after staring at Mr. Chen for so long, do you like this piece of jewelry that he ordered? Unfortunately, it belongs to Miss Jiang..."

Fu Haitang's low and slow voice echoed in his ears, and Song Weiyu averted his eyes.

Yes, whether it is jewelry or people, it belongs to Miss Jiang.

Moreover, it is not appropriate to ask further questions in such a public place.

When she and Fu Haitang divorced, she would have plenty of time and opportunity to find out.

In a divorce, the cooling-off period is only three months.

I have been waiting for so many years, not less than three months.

Song Weiyu's rationality returned a little, and she never expected to meet Fu Haitang and Chen Fang here today.

Now, I just want to leave as soon as possible.

"I've never liked rubies, and I'm not interested in other people's things." She thought of the pair of black diamond wedding rings in the safe that had never been shown to anyone.

The one on Chen's earlobe was taken from a rough stone.

"Fu Haitang, I don't feel well. I want to go back to the hospital."

She loosened her hands from being twisted together, and then she realized that her flesh was bruised with bruises.

She thought Fu Haitang would take her away when he heard her say she wasn't feeling well. Like every time before.

But this time, Fu Haitang did not intend to let him go.

"Won't we chat for a while? My dear, I remember, don't you have something to say to Mr. Chen?"

Song Weiyu gritted his teeth.

That night he forcibly stopped her and prevented her from pursuing him. Now she was sent to Chen Fang again, forcing her to speak.

Like a manipulator playing with his prey.

Chen Fang paused and his face darkened. He threw the pink diamond pendant back into the gold velvet box and planned to leave directly.

Jiang Jie looked directly at Song Weiyu with doubts.

In fact, after she followed Chen Fang, several bosses in the circle told her about Chen Fang and Mrs. Fu.

It is also a long legendary story.

When we met today, the vague feeling of stickiness and disconnection between the two was indeed very subtle.

Jiang Jie wanted to hear what Song Weiyu had to say.

But Chen Fang frowned slightly, looking like he was running out of patience. His already sharp appearance was now more like a layer of frost.

Looking to leave.

"Ms. Jiang, the pendant style you chose is very beautiful. Mr. Chen is right, it matches you very well."

Hearing her voice, Chen Fang stopped immediately as he was about to lift his legs.

Song Weiyu slowly finished this sentence before looking at Chen Fang.

"Mr. Chen, you have good taste."

Chen Fang looked at her. This was the first time the two of them had looked at each other openly after he entered.

This was also the first time she said he had good taste.

In the past, the things he bought for her, from jewelry to silk scarves, were so simple that every time she would say: "Chen Fang, did you buy someone else's semi-finished product?"

Although she said she disliked it, she would still wear it because she knew it must have been the one he patiently picked out.

Then she would raise her eyebrows and say, "Chen Fang, I am the only one who can make the ugly things you buy look so good."