Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu was shaken by him and fell to the back seat. He stood up and cursed: "Fu Haitang, are you sick?"

Fu Haitang raised his eyes and saw Song Weiyu's furious face in the rearview mirror, as well as the figure of Chen Fang hurriedly getting into the car in the distance. He curled his lips and snorted coldly: "I'm not that generous, sitting in the same car with the man who stole my wife. Haha, let's talk again. , Whose mistress is so arrogant that even if she gets divorced, do I have to send you to his bed with my own hands? "

Fu Haitang had a sloppy bastard smile on his face and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.

Song Weiyu's face suddenly turned pale, he gathered up his cashmere cardigan, and said coldly: "He is not a mistress, stop the car, I want to get off."

"He's not a mistress, I am? Song Weiyu, should I give you a mirror so you can see the mark on your neck that the dog gnawed on?"

Song Weiyu put his hand on the hickey. He had nothing to say and was too lazy to argue with him. He turned around and looked behind the car. Chen Fang's car was following closely behind.

Fu Haitang's cell phone rang, it was Chen Fang.

"Stop the car." The voice was as cold and stern as ever.

"Why are you so anxious, Chen Fang? You've been waiting for 28 years, and you're still half an hour away? Since I promised to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau today, I won't break my promise."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Fu Haitang threw his cell phone on the passenger side, put his right hand on the center armrest, and wiped the steering wheel with one hand.

He sighed self-deprecatingly: "28 years is really what he waited for."

Song Weiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he shrank in his seat, his eyes a little misty. Yes, he has been waiting. If this mission was not too dangerous, he might have waited all his life.

So, both emotionally and intellectually. Divorce and being with Chen are both the best choices.

She grasped the cashmere cardigan tightly with her hands on her thighs, squeezing one outfit after another as she thought about her choice and Chen Fang, feeling suddenly enlightened.

Fu Haitang looked at her from the rearview mirror, his palm-sized face full of loneliness and hesitation. His eyes darkened, and he wanted to ask her what she was feeling sentimental about, but felt that at this point, there was really no need to ask.

While waiting for the traffic light to change, Fu Haitang opened the storage box. Inside were her lipstick, cosmetics, rings, earrings, and tangled necklaces.

She has forgotten when she put it away. She always throws it away and when she finds it, she just recites the universal incantation: "Fu Haitang."

After thinking for a while, he closed the storage box again.

When the car arrived at the door of Fu's house, the sensor door recognized the license plate number and automatically lifted up.

"What are you going home for?" Song Weiyu asked.

Fu Haitang was heartbroken, go home? Does she still recognize this family?

"Get the household registration book. You don't even know that you need a household registration book for divorce?"

Song Weiyu lowered his eyes and moved his butt towards the car door: "How could I know? I have never left."

Fu Haitang stopped the car and said casually before getting out of the car: "Oh, you will know next time you leave."

Hearing this, she froze with her hand on the car door handle, opened the car door slightly, pushed away Fu Haitang's hand that wanted to hold her out of the car, and whispered: "There will be no next time."

Fu Haitang's chest hurt. He looked at the door and saw Chen Fang's car driving in.

Chen Fang's new car clearly didn't have a license plate on it, so why could it come in?

Turning around to look for the housekeeper, he saw the housekeeper fidgeting with his cell phone to open the door for Chen Fang. Fu Haitang frowned and said displeased: "Did I ask you to open the door for him? Why do you put all the unknown license plates in my house?"

The housekeeper stared in confusion and looked at the car that had already driven in: "But, this is Mr. Chen."

Fu Haitang was speechless. His son regarded Chen Fang as his uncle, and even his own housekeeper thought that Chen Fang was a member of the family. What's funny is that there is a wing room in Fu's house specially reserved for Chen Fang.

He licked his back molars and said angrily: "Starting today, delete all fingerprints and license plates on Chen."

Chen Fang happened to get out of the car and walk this way. Hearing these words, there was no reaction on his face.

Song Weiyu looked at the housekeeper, smiled slightly and said: "There are also mine, let's delete them together."

The housekeeper was holding the mobile phone, his whole body was being tapped, and he hesitated: "Madam... you, don't be impulsive. Did you have a fight with the master? You..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Chen Fang holding his arms around Madam's waist, supporting her body weight.

He finally realized something was wrong. In the past, every time his wife got drunk, Mr. Chen would carry her back, but this was only done late at night. Usually, the two of them don't have too close movements, and Mr. Chen rarely talks. Most of the time at home, he has no sense of presence.

But today, why did you hug her so blatantly?

Get the household registration book? Could it be that the master and his wife want a divorce?

No, you can't get a divorce.

Song Weiyu looked at the dull housekeeper and said again with a smile: "Don't be stunned, go and get the household registration book."

The housekeeper turned around and ran into the house, and went into the study to find the household registration book. He ran to his room again and locked the door.

He gently opened his safe and pulled open the bank cards and hundreds of sets of keys he kept on it.

I pulled out a delicate antique piece of wood at the innermost part. It was not big and had a heavy texture.

The old lady gave this to him alone before she left.