Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The ring can be fished out, but the human heart can be fished out.

Fu Haitang stretched out his hand and looked at the white gold wedding ring on his hand. The originally smooth ring wall had been mottled by time.

Before this, he had always felt that every scratch on the ring was evidence of their love.

Just like a treasured vintage wine, it has become more mellow and intense after a long period of precipitation.

But now, he felt a little ridiculous.

It makes people laugh that they wish they could throw it away, but they regard it as precious as a token of sovereignty.

So, why are you still keeping a broken ring when you are about to divorce?

Let's be buried together at the bottom of the lake.

Fu Haitang pulled off the wedding ring on his hand and was pricked by the deep white mark on the end of his finger.

Lifting his wrist, the ring fell out of his slender and strong hand and fell into the lake.

It's so light that it can't even stir up a small splash of water.

He turned around and left neatly, leaving behind a sentence: "Let the legal department hurry up. I'm not in a hurry, someone else is."

Seeing the Bentley start at a high speed, Yu Bin was completely stunned.

You really don’t want to fish anymore?

Not only did they not get any more, they also lost another one.

The surface of the lake was calm and calm, but Yu Teshu's heart was in turmoil. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at the water, and his words were incoherent: "This... this!"

Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.

Beating a worker's life is worthless, you have to find someone to back you up. Call Assistant Hao directly: "Is Director Song awake?"

"Of course I'm not awake. It's all thanks to your master."

"Hao, please stand still. I'll tell you something again."

"Get lost, I won't listen."

"Director Fu also threw the wedding ring into the lake."

"..."

Assistant Hao looked at the man on the bed who was breathing weakly, turned around and walked a few steps away.

"What? Mr. Fu also threw the ring into the lake?"

After receiving the confirmation, he put his hands on his hips and cursed in a low voice: "Yu Bin, why did you tell me! Are you not sure whether you should fish or not and want to drag me into the water?"

"Correct."

Assistant Hao turned his back to the bed and was immersed in scolding.

Without realizing it at all, Song Weiyu opened his eyes when his cell phone rang.

She heard that sentence in its entirety too.

Although Assistant Hao deliberately lowered his voice, these words were like thunder in autumn, rolling crazily in her heart.

Today in the store, Fu Haitang was like an extremely violent executioner, constantly delaying her emotions, but at this moment...

She suddenly felt that all the excessive actions Fu Haitang did today were not as good as throwing away the wedding ring.

Because now, she felt like that abandoned token, drowning in the biting lake water, and she couldn't breathe.

The deeper it falls, the darker it becomes.

Assistant Hao hung up the phone and turned around, slightly surprised. He knew that Song Weiyu was weak and expected how haggard she would be when she woke up.

The only thing he didn't expect was the look in her eyes at this moment.

It couldn't be called sadness, and it certainly wasn't despair.

It's like a patient who has been cured for a long time and finally wakes up, only to find that he has lost his memory and is confused and uneasy.

But on the hospital bed, she blinked quickly as Assistant Hao turned around.

The concealing movements disturbed the water in her eyes.

Assistant Hao even felt that he had been dazzled just now, and Director Song was not drunk, so how could he show that... expression.

Only when she gets drunk in the middle of the night will she take off the armor of the female CEO and become herself.

Then he threw himself into Mr. Chen's arms unscrupulously, closed his eyes and said over and over again: "Chen Fang, I love you."

He had met him several times and was used to it, so he didn't take it seriously.

But that time, and the only time, he finished repaying Director Song for the money he spent on the bar and was waiting for Mr. Chen to pick her up.

When I saw it at the door of the bar, it was not 8888, but Dong Fu’s Bentley.

He woke up in an instant. Before Fu Haitang got out of the car, he ran to Song Weiyu and shook her awake.

"Director Song, it is Director Fu who is here to pick you up tonight! Do you understand? It's not Mr. Chen!"

He didn't know if Song Weiyu listened.

Hiding behind the colorful lights of the bar, I watched Fu Dong, wearing a tailored suit and with a cold face, walking through the swaying and chaotically dressed crowd.

Arriving at Song Weiyu's booth out of place.

At that time, he hid behind the pillar and peeked.

I saw that Song Weiyu did not pounce as decisively as he did every time before, but opened his mouth slightly, opened his misty eyes, and stared blankly at the tall body in front of him.

Maybe it's because her confused look is so alluring.

He saw Fu Haitang's tight-lipped face, which finally showed helpless doting.

Just like every time before, he scolded but was reluctant to scold, and even more reluctant to beat. He compromised.

In fact, at that moment, as an outsider, he felt a little sorry for the Fu boss.

So he thought with great anxiety: It should be easy to distinguish between gray suits and black suits, right? It should be easy to distinguish between a back position and a short position, right?

Until Song Weiyu stood up unsteadily, twisted his waist and collapsed into Fu Haitang's arms, saying something unclear...