Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

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Assistant Hao Te was also followed outside the door.

There was another car behind, and Axiao got off.

"Sister-in-law, I'm afraid that you have too many things, and Assistant Hao can't carry them with his thin arms, so he arranged for me to help you."

Ah Xiao had elegant features, a bright smile with white teeth, and glanced at Assistant Hao disdainfully.

Assistant Hao stared when he heard the sound. He still remembered that this man was the one who threw him out at the door of Li Shiyi's jewelry store last time.

But looking at the calloused biceps and knuckles on the back of Ah Xiao's hands under his jacket, he dared not speak out in anger, but scolded this wild man ten thousand times in his heart.

Song Weiyu looked at him, frowning slightly: "You came here from the hospital?"

Why not tell it in advance.

"No, I came directly from Zongheng. The boss saw your positioning icon start to move and then let me go."

Song Weiyu said 'Oh', it was okay that Chen Fang had always had her position for so many years.

Then he smiled at A Xiao and walked into the house: "Don't let him send you here in the future."

A Xiao thought that she had done something wrong and made her sister-in-law angry. She scratched her head and asked why.

"The people he trusts most are you and Alin. I don't want you two to leave him."

A Xiao felt relieved now, and looked at Song Weiyu with more admiration. She was worthy of being the eldest brother's woman, and her thoughts were always towards the boss.

It wasn't until they entered the main hall that Butler Zhang arrived in a hurry and was handing over the wooden box left by the old lady in advance, so that Song Weiyu could open it and take a look, so that he could make the final effort to retain it.

Looking up, he saw the burly A Xiao.

Butler Zhang was stunned for a moment and quickly looked at the jacket, combat boots, and hard scars on the back of his hands, his eyes full of vigilance.

This is Mr. Chen's subordinate.

He thought for a few seconds, then quietly put the wooden box in his pocket.

Song Weiyu walked to the bedroom. This was a road she was very familiar with. Today, when she stepped on it, her heartbeat was so fast that she couldn't help but think: Will Fu Haitang be in the bedroom?

Maybe he was waiting for her, maybe he would mock her, maybe he would pretend to be indifferent, or maybe...

As she was thinking about it, she wanted to see him.

But, I was afraid of seeing him.

With extremely entangled and mutually exclusive thoughts, I opened the door and saw the sunlight shining through the window lattice and hitting the carpet, outlining the auspicious meaning of the back pattern.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

Butler Zhang saw the confusion on Song Weiyu's face, and also caught the flash of disappointment in her eyes. But Fu Haitang had already asked his wife not to let his wife know about his recurring depression.

"Master, he is not at home today." Butler Zhang looked down at the carpet.

Song Weiyu was stunned, and immediately returned to her usual calmness: "Well, just in time, to avoid the embarrassment of the meeting."

Not at home? His car was clearly parked in the parking space, so how could he not be at home? He probably didn't want to see her.

"You guys wait for me in the living room, I'll go to the cloakroom to pack some things."

Her cloakroom is more than 120 square meters, and clothes, bags, dresses, and jewelry are all hung in special cabinets by category.

Fu Haitang doesn't like others touching her clothes, so she always takes care of them with her own hands.

Even her high heels are separated by color and comfort.

Song Weiyu walked to the automatic shoe cabinet and pressed the remote control. The lights shone evenly from the surroundings to the center, and the rows of shoes slowly moved upward.

There are notes on each row of horizontal shelves...

[Weared it once to rub my feet, but she likes this color]

[The heels are uncomfortable and slippery, so I have to hold her up all the time]

[Pressing on the instep, it hurts after only walking a few hundred meters]

[It’s ugly, but the skin is rare and she’s not allowed to throw it away]

[Good news, the soles of the shoes cannot be used on the road, and they need to be maintained after each wear]

……

Almost every pair of shoes has a note attached. The handwriting is elegant, but the final stroke is very powerful, which is Fu Haitang's signature handwriting.

Another shoe cabinet next to it is made of bulletproof glass and has a password. It is full of customized models he bought for her. Each pair is inlaid with gems and embellished with diamonds.

At the auction, he spent a lot of money to snatch the sapphire from others, and he set it on her velvet shoe.

Others say that he is too violent and wasteful, and that he is spoiled by his wife.

He smiled wantonly: It's worth spending money to buy Mrs. Fu a happy time.

Later, no one in the circle would show off gems or jewelry in front of Song Weiyu, because those stones that others bought as family heirlooms, Fu Haitang said, were only worthy of Mrs. Fu stepping on them and playing with them.

He had been accustomed to her being arrogant and domineering for decades, but now...she, a wolf-hearted person, had better let go first.

As I looked at it and thought about it, my eyes became blurry.

With a heart that was almost dying of pain, she took nothing and turned around to run away, but her eyes were wet with tears. She didn't want to cry in front of outsiders.

I could only escape behind the sofa in the middle of the cloakroom, hug my knees and dare not cry aloud.

People in the circle say Mr. Fu is a terrifying predator, a top conspirator, advanced and cruel in his methods, and can drive people into desperate situations with a smile.

But in fact, he is a fool.