Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

There were not many cars on the road, and we arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau in half an hour.

But the closer he got, the colder Song Weiyu's hand nestled in Chen Fang's palm became. To be honest, when this moment really came, she truly felt the struggle in her heart.

This struggle is completely different from the tangled heartache of the past.

Rather, it was like someone was wielding a knife in his heart, waving it randomly like raindrops. The pain of the previous knife had not faded away, and the next one followed.

As the car stalled at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, my heart was about to be torn to pieces with a knife.

Chen Fang held her fingertips and rubbed them gently: "Why is it so cold?"

Somehow, she looked out the window and subconsciously wanted to take her hand back, but she stopped after taking an inch. The situation has come to this, and swinging is not good for anyone.

What she pays attention to in business is to pursue a project wholeheartedly and pursue it to the end. If it is really difficult, she will throw her hat over the fence first, which will force her to climb over the wall.

Now that her trump card has been thrown away, she can't help but look back. She must also overcome this wall.

Outside the window, the branches have fallen bare, and there are occasionally a few lingering leaves huddled on the branches, which are also lifeless.

Sooner or later it will fall, sooner or later it will leave.

Chen Fang looked back at the driveway. Fu Haitang's car hadn't appeared yet. Could it be that he had really escaped? If he really escapes, Ah Xiao will call.

Maybe it's because it's driving slowly.

Just like for more than ten years before, he would drive her drunkenly back to Fu's house every night, deliberately driving very slowly just to keep her a little longer.

In the silent car, the sound of the phone was particularly abrupt.

Chen Fang took out his cell phone and saw that the caller's number was unknown. His face darkened, "I'll go down and take a call."

Without waiting for her to respond, he opened the car door and stepped out.

There was a voice on the other end of the phone that he didn't want to hear. He smiled as always and said something that he couldn't refute: "I said Chen Fang, where is he? At this juncture, you can't act without authorization..."

Chen Fang looked around, lowered his eyes and said solemnly: "Busy."

"Busy at the Civil Affairs Bureau? Don't fool me."

Chen Fang's hand in his trousers pocket clenched into a fist and made a crunching sound: "Don't worry about me, I know what's going on."

"Tsk...you have such a stubborn temper. Brother, you have to understand that Song Weiyu cannot divorce Mr. Fu! If she divorces, we will lose the protective umbrella of Mr. Fu."

Chen Fang glanced at the dark car window, turned his back and took two steps away: "You want Mrs. Fu to vouch for the operation, then I must not keep Fu Haitang's favorite woman tightly tied to my side?"

"But if she gets divorced, Mrs. Fu has nothing to do with her..."

"It doesn't matter whether we divorce or not, as long as Fu Haitang can't let go of her, Mrs. Fu will always be willing to make sacrifices for her."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for dozens of seconds, and then a voice came from the phone: "Okay, brother, you have to make the decision... Then you are busy. On behalf of the organization, I wish you a happy wedding in advance. It's not easy, you can hide it Being by her side for 28 years is considered complete.”

Chen Fang hung up the phone directly and turned around. He saw Song Weiyu standing by the car and looking at him. She was fair and bright under the sun.

He clutched the phone tightly and said in a hoarse voice: "It's cold outside, get in the car and wait."

"Who are you calling? You look so serious..." She closed her hair that was blown by the breeze by her ears and raised a faint smile.

"It's about the nightclub. Get in the car first."

Chen Fang walked around, opened the car door and put his arms around her waist. Before she could get her into the car, Fu Haitang stopped beside her.

Then A Xiao A Lin arrived.

Fu Haitang didn't get out of the car. He glanced at Big G who had been following his car and sneered. He was so afraid that he would escape halfway that he specially arranged for someone to follow him.

Opening the car window, he took out a cigarette and lit it. He put his arm on the car window and popped out the ash. The smoke instantly obscured Song Weiyu's sight as he looked at him.

Time to wait for a cigarette.

No one urged me.

Song Weiyu closed the car door and did not enter the car again. He stood beside the car and stared blankly at Fu Haitang's slightly furrowed brows. His hair, which had always been well taken care of, now fell loosely with a few strands resting on his brow bone. It looked noble and lazy, but it could not hide his fatigue.

He's smoking again. I couldn't smoke more than a few cigarettes a month, but now I see him every day without leaving my hand.

He always coughs when the seasons change, and it gets worse after smoking.

With a delicate constitution, he will definitely join in the fun during flu season. Every time she saw him sick and coughing, she would be very annoyed and flustered. She would walk around his office and stick to him to get relief.

……

There was a warmth on her shoulders, and she retracted her eyes and stopped her random thoughts.

Chen Fang put his black suit on her shoulders and held her in his arms: "Don't look at her. I'll be really jealous if you look at her again."

Fu Haitang also looked over, looking at each other coldly, and she was stunned.

Then he turned his head and looked at Chen Fang with a smile: "Eh... you, Chen Fang, can also say such harsh words? I can't tell."

After saying that, he stretched out his fingers to poke the hard muscles on his body, but it couldn't be poked. Then he used two fingers to pinch his waist, pinching harder and harder.

Chen Fang couldn't help but chuckle, and grabbed her dishonest finger: "Okay, don't make trouble here."

……

Fu Haitang was leaning against the driver's seat, with a cigarette hanging on the car window having burned out. He looked at her smiling crookedly in someone else's arms through the dissipating white mist.

In fact, since she doesn't love him anymore, there's no point in being tied to him for life.

In the second half of his life, he will live for at most 40 years, and his sons will be able to take care of themselves. No one will care about him even if he muddles along and is confused.

40 years without her should be gone soon. It’s not like the days are like years, right?