Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang seemed not to hear and kept walking forward. What Li He said at this time was nothing more than a comforting lie.

Li He had no choice but to catch up and walked beside him, speaking in a leisurely and slow tone:

"That little fox of yours has nothing to say about business. She is considered the best among the female CEOs in Beijing. But when it comes to feelings...she is an idiot. She says she doesn't love you, but that doesn't mean she really doesn't love you. She says she loves Chen Fang, but she doesn't necessarily love Chen Fang much. But in the past few decades, the ideological benchmark she has set for herself is: I must love Chen Fang! If I don't love Chen Fang, I will be a wolf-hearted person, and I will be guilty. "

Fu Haitang lowered his eyes and continued walking without hearing anything.

Li He clicked his tongue and slapped him on the shoulder: "Think about it for yourself. Also, come to the hospital to see me tomorrow."

Fu Haitang didn't say anything and went back to the bedroom by himself, leaving him with a faintly depressed figure.

When Li He went out, he gave Butler Zhang a few words and told him that he couldn't take the remaining medicine and had to change it to something else.

Butler Zhang nodded and said: "Dean Li, our wife has a stubborn temper, but she may be able to listen to you. Please help us to negotiate peace. This marriage really cannot be divorced..."

Li He stared at the sycamore tree at the door of Fu's house, his eyes tangled, but more of a powerless look.

He looked at the sky and murmured: "It should be snowing in a month."

—

While Fu Haitang was sitting in the corner in a daze, Song Weiyu had already arrived at Xiangshan Lake.

Entering the Xiangshan Lake area is the internal road, which is smoother than the Second Ring Road. The greenery in the distance is made of whitebark pine, which looks older.

Her eyes were dazed, looking at the villas not far away, and her chest began to feel tight again.

Wanting to find something to do for myself, I took out my phone and then remembered that Li Nian's family also lived here. I casually took a long shot of Li Nian, and the rows of fiery red maples were very eye-catching.

Li Nian was doing yoga with a personal trainer at home. He stood up suddenly and called: "Why did you come to Xiangshan Lake?"

"live."

live? Li Nian was confused. He hadn't seen him for a few days. Song Weiyu moved here from Fu's house to explain...

"Are you and Fu Haitang really divorced?"

She yelled, "Just wait, we'll meet at the door of Chen Fang's villa. We'll be there in five minutes."

Song Weiyu hung up the phone, leaned his head against the car window, and watched the car slowly drive into the private road in front of the villa.

Suddenly, I had the illusion that not long after I returned from Paris, it felt like half a century had passed, as if I was experiencing different choices and torture every day.

So much so that she was a little panicked.

The scenery outside the window gradually freezes, and the car is parked in front of a European-style villa. It is elegant, dignified, quiet and rich. It was selected by Song Weiyu himself.

The door was already open. Walking inside, I saw four or five gardeners repairing dead branches and taking care of the lawn under the bleak early winter sun.

In fact, since I bought this villa twenty years ago, no one has lived in it except for occasional gatherings, and Song Weiyu did not stay here overnight.

However, two servants have been left to take care of the daily care and supervision, so that it can be checked in at any time.

Li Nian arrived first. He didn't even change into his yoga clothes. He just waved to her on the steps wearing a hair tie.

An elbow was put on Song Weiyu's forearm, and he asked secretly: "No, are we really divorced? Are you hiding it well enough, not even telling me?"

Song Weiyu raised an obscure smile. To be honest, she herself felt that going to the Civil Affairs Bureau a few days ago was too smooth.

I thought Fu Haitang would delay for a while, but Chen Fang suddenly went to Fu's that day. Driven by an invisible undercurrent, the two went to the Civil Affairs Bureau and signed.

It went incredibly smoothly.

The two walked into the living room, Song Weiyu kept smiling: "I have applied for divorce, and I have to wait a month to get the divorce certificate."

Li Nian looked at her and opened his mouth to say something, but held back.

She wanted to say, your smile is so official and forced.

But the marriage is about to be divorced, so it is a bit inappropriate to say this now.

From a distance, Li Nian saw several plates of cut fruits on the coffee table, all of which Song Weiyu liked. At the coffee and tea bar, a nanny was turning a hand-cranked grinder.

"Hey, Song Weiyu, don't say anything. Chen Fang looks taciturn, cold and hard, but he is very attentive to you."

She stared at the private collection of coffee beans from Jade Manor on the tea bar and sighed.

As the nanny brewed the coffee, a sour and bitter aroma slowly spread out in the air. Song Weiyu was a little tired and sat on the sofa with his eyes closed: "He has always been careful, but he couldn't show it in front of outsiders before."

The nanny brought the coffee to the two of them, and Song Weiyu took a sip.

I just put it down and didn’t move again.

Li Nian looked at her fussy look and said deliberately: "Thousands of cups of coffee, but you won't drink it even if you say you don't want to? Why, the nanny brewed it with the wrong flavor? Is the water temperature too hot or the brewing time too short?"

Song Weiyu heard her joke and lay half-ly with his face tilted sideways. Looking lazily at the coffee cup.

In fact, everyone has different tastes in coffee. Even the best baristas cannot brew the taste you like.

However, only Fu Haitang can accurately grasp the acidity and sweetness she wants.

He is not a professional barista, he just deliberately remembers her preferences every day that overlaps.

Blame him for being so naughty to her.

"Actually, they're all the same. I can't tell whether I'm drinking well or bad. I'm just pretending to drink." She pretended not to care, but she meant it to Li Nian.

But it was more to comfort myself with the inexplicable taste that was more sour than coffee.

Li Nian slowly drank his cup of coffee and stared at the dark brown liquid, "Song Weiyu, in my eyes, coffee worth 20 yuan and coffee worth 2000 yuan are the same. It's just that the person making the coffee is different, so , the taste is different.”

“If it’s prepared by someone who loves it, even if it’s sour, I think it’s full of flavor.”