Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Chen Fang was stunned for a second while holding Song Weiyu, and he immediately reacted. He did not speak, but looked down slightly at the person in his arms, with the intention of asking.

Song Weiyu looked at Chen Fang's deep eyebrows, and his eyes were attracted by the dazzling black diamond in his ear.

Nodding, the fingers hooked behind his neck trembled: "Okay, let's go down first and wait for Director Fu at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Fu Haitang couldn't see her face, which was blocked by Chen Fang's body, but he could see her thin, jade-like fingers. He replied in a playful tone: "Aren't you afraid that I'll regret it halfway?"

The air was quiet for a moment, and Fu Haitang grabbed his mobile phone and suit jacket: "Why don't we go together."

Song Weiyu was feeling resistant. The three of them hadn't ridden in the same car for a long time. Who was the driver and who was in the back seat?

But his tone did not allow for refutation. If he didn't go together, would Fu Haitang really disappear halfway?

While she hesitated, she looked over Chen Fang's shoulder and saw Fu Haitang entering the bedroom.

When Fu Haitang came out, Chen Fang had already carried her to the wheelchair. A Xiao handed over a paper bag with a pair of slippers inside. Chen Fang took it and knelt down to put it on for her.

After she finished dressing, she looked up and saw that Fu Haitang was holding the slippers she wore in this bedroom in his hand. His expression was slightly dull.

Chen Fang stood up and saw it too. The cold eyes moved from his hands to his eyes, staring at Fu Haitang and said: "In the future, there will be no need."

Fu Haitang sneered and handed it to Special Assistant Yu: "I was going to throw it away anyway."

"That's right, if the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come." Shen Lan hadn't left yet and was still waiting outside the office.

Song Weiyu pulled her hair around her ears and was too lazy to pay attention to Shen Lan because there was something wrong in her words.

Chen Fang looked at Fu Haitang, walked behind the wheelchair, firmly held the handle, and walked out.

Fu Haitang slowed down by two meters and followed behind, ignoring Shen Lanyin's words.

He really wasn't in the mood.

The three of them walked to the elevator. When they passed by the secretary's room, a dozen secretaries at their desks suddenly heard loud keyboard sounds, and they all looked extremely busy.

Fu Haitang glanced at them, and then looked deeply at the two figures in front of him.

What's the point of having so many secretaries? The boss's wife was kidnapped just like that, and no one came out to stop her.

Several people entered the elevator, and Assistant Yu tremblingly pressed the button for the special parking lot on the second floor. He only knew that the three of them planned to drive away in one car, but he didn't know whose car the bosses planned to drive to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Alas.

The moment the elevator closed, two pairs of eyes, a pair of phoenix eyes and a pair of peach blossoms, peeked out from behind the screen not far away.

It wasn't until the elevator started going down that the two tall figures slowly stood upright.

Song Jingming pursed his lips, his brows furrowed as if they were smoothed out, and whispered: "Brother, bad news. Your mother really wants to divorce your father."

Fu Chunhe narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes, a hint of worry hidden behind his glasses: "Even worse news, your mother is going to marry your father-in-law, haha."

The two of them looked at the elevator numbers going down and sighed.

Unfortunate family background.

Song Jingming suddenly remembered something, leaned close to Fu Chunhe's ear, and whispered: "Song Weiyu may really be causing trouble this time. Li Liangyu secretly told me that he saw Li He purifying high-content hydride in the laboratory a few days ago."

Fu Chunhe looked sideways at him and said casually, "Isn't this normal?"

"The problem is, he added sweetener to the pills." Song Jingming raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes speaking clearly.

Fu Chunhe's face darkened completely. Song Weiyu was the only one in the world who could make Li He feel so 'heartwarming' about adding sweetener to poison that would be fatal in seconds.

Why would she prepare herself such a poison that would never save her?

And it's still at this time of divorce.

Does that mean that after the divorce, she has something very important to do, and this matter is related to her life.

What is more important than her life? It definitely had nothing to do with love. The jealousy between these two men would not kill her.

"In other words, Song Weiyu is determined to divorce this time, not because of emotional entanglements." Fu Chunhe and Song Jingming looked at each other, and the two fell into a silent exchange.

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The elevator stopped at the second floor. Fu Haitang grabbed his suit and came out first. With the other hand, he reached for the car keys in his trousers pocket.

His car was always parked in its designated parking space.

Several people are familiar with it.

Chen Fang stopped pushing his wheelchair, leaned over and asked the person in front of him: "If you don't want to take his car, I will take you away first."

Fu Haitang sneered when he heard the sound, said nothing, put one hand in his trousers pocket and looked at Song Weiyu.

"It's okay. Anyway, this is the last time I took Fu Dong's car. There happened to be some of my things in the car. I'll pack them up."

Fu Haitang stopped laughing, turned around and opened the driver's door.

In fact, Song Weiyu rarely rode in this car before. Chen Fang followed her every day, and she usually took Chen Fang's Rolls-Royce.

Fu Haitang looked at the driver's seat and then at the empty co-pilot. Chen Fang had already carried her to the back seat, opened the trunk and put away the wheelchair.

A desolate wind blew in his heart. This was the first time that he was the driver, with Chen Fang and Song Weiyu sitting in the back seat.

It was also the last time. From now on, we would be strangers. He was not even qualified to be a driver.

A flash of anger flashed at the end of his eyes. The moment Chen Fang closed the trunk, he kicked the accelerator and used the inertia of the sharp turn to close the rear door and drive away.