Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, bright sunlight hits the densely woven carpet, and the strong light is instantly broken by the down, just like his half-kneeling posture, gentle and charming.

The smooth dark gray trousers had wrinkles on the crooks of his legs, and his half-kneeling posture was the same as when he proposed.

From her perspective, she could see his slightly furrowed brows, his semi-dry hair still tinged with moisture, his elegant and handsome facial features, his exquisite shirt... These formed a group that was always strategizing but unattainable. Mr. Fu's.

Fu Haitang held her thin ankle firmly with one hand, and slowly took off her high heels with the other hand.

Although the wound was covered with protective tape, her instep could not help but tremble when it was pulled outward, revealing her pain.

Fu Haitang's eyebrows were furrowed deeper and deeper. He was still wearing high heels in such pain. He knew she was pretty every day, but Chen Fang didn't care about her? Can he do it?

The soreness in the heart increases.

After close contact, his special scent that belonged to her immediately reached Song Weiyu's nose. This scent meant that he had just taken a shower.

Or wash it with others.

Although he wants to get a divorce, although his reason says that he can wash it with whomever he likes, he can buy cheongsam for whomever he likes.

But... no, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, and now she was about to explode, because this was the first time Fu Haitang was in front of her after 30 years of marriage, and he was not clear with other women.

Withdrawing his kick, "Don't touch me!"

The force was too great, and Song Weiyu swayed on the ground before holding on to the wall to stand firm.

He turned around and walked out the door, not caring whether it hurt or not, he just wanted to leave quickly.

But before he took two steps, his feet were in the air, "Ah... let go! Fu Haitang, you touched someone else, don't touch me."

"Be honest, I'll throw you out of the window after I flutter again."

"You..." The smell of shower gel in his arms became stronger, and the body temperature after the shower evaporated infinitely.

This smell inevitably reminded her of what might have happened in the bedroom just now...

"Let me go! Fu Haitang, don't touch me, I'm so dirty! Let go, you're dirty..." He still cursed angrily, but in the end, it turned into a coquettish cry.

Fu Haitang sneered, she would always be like this, only allowing the state officials to set fires and not allowing the people to light lamps.

She could hook Chen Fang and kiss him for half an hour, but she didn't allow him to look at other women. If she touched another woman with her fingers, she would want to chop them off.

He wanted to ask why.

"Song Weiyu, why am I dirty?" The voice that came out was extremely low, and he still stood there holding her.

The man in his arms was stunned for a moment, as if he had been tapped on an acupuncture point and stopped fussing for a moment, and just lowered his head and said nothing. She really had no right to call him dirty.

"Stop biting your lips and tell me clearly what's wrong with me."

The dissatisfaction in Fu Haitang's voice intensified, and he waited for her to reply word by word.

Song Weiyu didn't expect that Fu Haitang could notice that she was biting the flesh on the inside of her lower lip. Li Nian told her at the beginning, don't look at Fu Haitang's indifference to you, but in fact, every move you make is in his eyes. This... is correct now that I think about it.

"Put me down, I won't tell you. You know whether you are dirty or not." She started pushing his chest again, trying to jump off.

Fu Haitang turned his face to look at the person in his arms. His long, silky hair was tied behind his ears, his face was fair, and his thin lips pursed slightly. He obviously had an elegant and classic appearance, but there was a stubbornness in his eyes.

He raised the corners of his lips and sneered: "I really don't know, why don't Director Song tell me?"

He stared at the person in his arms who was constantly struggling, trying to escape from his arms. He couldn't tell whether it was discomfort or greed. Perhaps from the moment of heartbreak, these profound emotions were mixed together with the broken pieces scattered on the floor.

Greed is mixed with love, love is mixed with hate, and hatred is stirred with revenge.

Scattered, chaotic, and even more torturous.

"What did you say? That Mr. Fu took off his clothes on the sofa during office hours?" Under what circumstances could a man take off his clothes so cleanly and still have women's clothes tucked inside.

Fu Haitang chuckled softly, "Just take off your clothes and you'll get dirty?"

"Yes, then I am indeed dirty..."

He admitted it.

Song Weiyu suddenly looked up at him with wide eyes, her eye circles were red with hopelessness, she took a few breaths and kept saying in her heart: You are going to get divorced, you can't control it, sooner or later he will belong to someone else.

But the emotions rolling in her heart were beyond her control. The love she had underestimated for Fu Haitang, which she had been suppressing these days, was like a flash flood about to break out, and the water level in her heart kept rising.

Still able to control it, she closed her eyes and refused to look at him, desperately thinking about the purpose of her divorce.

The tip of her tongue was almost broken, so she held back the tears and opened her eyes again. Except for the redness at the end of her eyes, she was already extremely cold.

"Dr. Fu, I don't care whether you are dirty or not, but please let me down! We are going to divorce soon. It's not appropriate for you to hold me like this."

"Aren't we divorced yet?" He didn't let go, and there was a hint of playfulness in his tone.