Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He said that the Fu family cannot live without Song Weiyu. If Song Weiyu wants to divorce one day, leave this to her.

He was in front of the old lady's bedside and asked: "What if the young master wants a divorce?"

The old lady rolled her eyes at that time, and said with hatred and helplessness: It's impossible, her son is in the hands of Song Weiyu in this life, it's better to give him a divorce than to give him a shot.

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Butler Zhang stood up with the wooden box, hesitated for a few seconds, and then put it back.

When he returned to the yard, he clutched his household registration and didn't want to give it to her: "Madam, what made you angry? Is there a misunderstanding? You have been in love for so many years, so don't divorce easily."

Fu Haitang looked at Butler Zhang who was anxious to explain to him, and glanced at Song Weiyu from the corner of his eye. Butler Zhang can be considered a friend who has been with them for half their lives. Can she listen to his words?

"There's no misunderstanding." She said perfunctorily with a slight smile and went to get the household registration book.

Butler Zhang did not let go. He became anxious and said to Fu Haitang: "Master, please coax Madam! You two have such a good relationship, why do you want a divorce?"

Yes, the relationship is so good.

How did it get to this point?

Fu Haitang raised his eyes slightly and looked at her back. She had really lost a lot of weight during the half month of being hospitalized, but her shoulders were slimmed down and her neck was long, and her figure was still good enough that people couldn't take their eyes away.

If she didn't get divorced, he would have a good child every day and gain back two pounds before the Chinese New Year. She would still have some fat on her face to look good.

……

His eyes moved to her waist, where she was being hugged by Chen Fang.

His heart tightened and he snorted coldly: "I tried to coax him, but I didn't coax him well."

Butler Zhang held the household registration book and said without hesitation: "Master, why are you crying? Aren't you the best at crying, making trouble, and hanging yourself? In the past, every time my wife was angry..."

"Shut up, you!"

Fu Haitang's blood suddenly became stuffy. He kicked his car hard, cursed and turned around, no longer looking at Song Weiyu.

Butler Zhang sighed and looked at the tall but lonely figure of his master. Cautiously asked: "Madam... how much I love you, he risked his life..."

He wanted to continue talking, but suddenly he met Chen Fang's cold eyes.

He shut up immediately.

"Then... Madam, will you be back in the next two days? There are still a lot of your things at home."

Song Weiyu took the household registration book and said that she would never come back and she didn't want any of those things.

He opened his mouth and changed his voice: "When I come back from the hospital, I want to take some documents and books with me."

Butler Zhang hesitated to speak. Now that both gentlemen were at home, he really couldn't hand over the wooden box to her.

He nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back. My wife made a rose-osmanthus cake for you. She has been clamoring for me to bring it to you these days. You like the rose jam filling the most."

Song Weiyu bent his eyes, smiled very brightly, and patted Butler Zhang on the shoulder: "Then I will definitely come back. The rose sauce my sister-in-law cooks is the most delicious I have ever tasted. You can put two separate bottles for me. Save it and eat it slowly.”

Butler Zhang nodded with red eyes, fearing that he would shed tears if he continued.

Fu Haitang stood with his back to her, listening to her speaking softly to the housekeeper talking about homely things. His eyes were a little hot, he swallowed the congestion in his throat, and locked the car door.

She held her household registration book and glanced at the tall Chinese hydrangea in the southeast corner of the yard.

Turning around to open Fu Haitang's car door, he didn't open it: "Unlock, I'll pack the things in the car."

Fu Haitang turned around and said, "I threw them all away during the last car wash."

She was obviously stunned for a moment and shuddered. When she retracted her hand, Chen Fang's suit was already draped over her shoulders: "Let's go, I'll drive you."

She nodded quickly, ignoring the injury on her feet, and walked to Chen Fang's car as if to escape.

Behind her, Fu Haitang watched her get into Chen Fang's car without looking back.

After all, he smiled bitterly and sadly.

My eyes turned to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard, as well as a row of cascading crabapples beside the yard, and a very large Chinese hydrangea that had just been transplanted a few years ago.

He spent a lot of effort to find this wooden hydrangea in another province. Because she said she wanted to see it blooming on the street corner, so he tried his best to find the tallest and largest tree.

Now, as she wished, when they bloom, they can be seen from far away. The trees are covered with big clusters of small white flowers that can even hang outside the yard.

Holy and beautiful, like snow in April, romantic for every passer-by.

She likes the whole yard.

Now, she doesn't want it anymore.

He couldn't keep her even if he cried, made trouble and hung himself, but Chen Fang could take her away without doing anything or even saying a word.

Chen Fang's car drove Song Weiyu out of the yard, leaving Fu Haitang in the shadow full of her life.

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