Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

As he spoke, his lips seemed to be touching, like a wave of night tides that surged in and then receded quickly.

But it leaves a lingering warmth that provokes the mind.

He said to give her a chance to regret the divorce.

Looking at the lips that had rubbed against her ears and temples in front of her, they were so close. This time, he took 99 steps again, just waiting for her to meet the last imperceptible distance.

She didn't even have to work hard, she could just lift her jaw slightly to cover it.

But, what happens after you go up to it?

Pulling Fu to be the guarantee for Skynet, which will sacrifice any manpower and material resources at any time? Or will she take everything she loves and plunge into this game with no outcome?

Chen Fang left quietly and tried every means to cut off the relationship with her, just because he didn't want to drag her into it.

But she couldn't leave Chen Fang behind, couldn't stand by coldly, maybe it was love, or maybe there was some guilt mixed in the love, in short she could never cut the rope between her and Chen Fang.

That could only turn around and cut off the rope between her and Fu Haitang.

Is the rope a marriage?

In fact, it doesn't matter whether she gets divorced or not. All Fu's assets can be handed over to her even if she doesn't get divorced.

However, from the very beginning, the controller above Skynet was not interested in her marriage to Fu's boss, but Fu Haitang's boundless love for her.

They were sure that Song Weiyu would not let Chen Fang die, and they were also sure that Fu Haitang would put everything in the Fu family's hands to protect Chen Fang for Song Weiyu.

Therefore, even if they are divorced, as long as Fu Haitang still loves her deeply, this action will be protected by his Fu family.

The rope between her and Fu Haitang that she wanted to cut was never marriage, but love.

Marriage is easy to divorce, but love is hard to break.

At this moment, he lowered his body, leaned in front of her, and said with a broken heart, "I will give you a chance to regret."

But only she knew that she chose divorce not because she didn't love her.

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Song Weiyu's eyes gradually became clearer, his love faded, and he put on disguise.

She released her clenched and restless hands, reached out and hooked his neck, with a moist smile on her eyebrows, kissed his lips twice, and then left lightly, still at a distance of touching but not kissing.

This active kiss was like a ripe berry, which she bit into, and the sweetness inside poured out, tearing the hole wide in an instant.

Especially the blurry and seductive invitation in her eyes.

She regrets getting divorced, right?

Fu Haitang's actions preceded his rational thinking. He held her back with one hand, roughly pulled her into his arms, tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

He didn't care about Qingrou, he just wanted to vent that these three days were worse than death, and he wanted to tell her how sad he was with a seamless touch.

The excited blood was rushing, and the slender fingers were rubbing the base of her ears and the back of her neck with hot warmth.

He kissed her deeply and urgently, leaving her no room to retreat. The oxygen was gradually withdrawn, Song Weiyu squinted his eyes lightly, and responded to him vaguely.

The already soft and loose cashmere cardigan was now hanging loosely on her elbows. Her white chest and shoulders were exposed to the air, and the hot body temperature collided with the cool air.

She shrank her shoulders, and the man pinched her waist and held her to her chest, and continued to kiss her deeply.

His chest was very broad and he could cover her completely without any effort. It was also undeniable that he was familiar with her and could easily make her completely soft in his arms.

When his fingers hooked on the thin sling, Song Weiyu's hand touched the side of his neck, pressed it with some force, and wiped it with his fingers, taking off the concealer he applied in the morning.

The kiss slowly moved down, and the man's breath bloomed in her ear, but it lingered.

She listened to Fu Haitang's rapid and hot heartbeat slowly calming down.

He closed his eyes and raised a wry smile that he couldn't see, then immediately hid it again and put on a frivolous and indifferent smile: "Why did you stop?"

Fu Haitang looked at the deep red hickeys on her neck, with a chill in his eyes, "Was it last night? Or was it the night you hit me?"

No matter how arrogant she has been over the years, her body has always been clean, leaving no traces of aging.

He looked down and saw that Song Weiyu's plump and undulating chest was wrapped in a velvet suspender skirt. He couldn't tell whether it had been invaded by other men inside.

He tightened his expression, gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, hooked his index finger on the edge of the fabric on her chest, and with just a tug, the truth was revealed.

But he didn't take action yet, looking at her squeezed breast line, his voice was like tempered snow, cold and low:

"Have you followed him?"