Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

In the room, Song Weiyu put down his mobile phone, quickly got dressed, and looked in the mirror. There was nothing wrong with it.

When he came out of the cloakroom, he looked up and saw Fu Haitang's sarcastic smile.

"Mr. Song is very busy. There is one man in the first half of the night and one in the second half of the night."

He had already put on his trousers and his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his middle muscles. Leaning lazily by the window, smoking with his back to the moonlight.

The white smoke is lingering, and the moonlight slants through it, which is a bit dreamy.

The moment Song Weiyu looked at him, he felt as if his eyes were being stabbed, and he quickly averted his eyes.

I didn't see his hand holding the cigarette trembling slightly.

She knew that tonight was her problem. She shouldn't have gotten drunk, and she shouldn't have subconsciously moved into Fu Haitang's arms when she was confused.

It's all her fault.

She recognized the sarcasm.

"I'm sorry, I was really drunk tonight and forgot that we were divorced. If I said or did anything, don't take it seriously."

"Mr. Song calls me husband, should I take it seriously?" He took a deep breath of cigarette, all of it passed through his lungs, and his throat hurt slightly from the irritation.

Song Weiyu hesitated, did she call her husband?

Impossible, she doesn't remember it at all.

"Just think I'm drunk. I'm leaving first." She put on her coat, not daring to look at his sarcastic smile.

But that look was like a sharp blade, trying to penetrate her.

Her heart didn't throb as painfully as before. She took a deep breath and walked out in a panic, only to realize that she wasn't wearing any shoes. Then I remembered that I had left my high heels in the restaurant.

She had no choice but to go back to the cloakroom under Fu Haitang's watchful eye and grab a pair from the shoe rack.

When he turned around, he found the antique hairpin on the display cabinet next to him.

I obviously looked here last time but couldn't find it. Was it Fu Haitang who put it back?

He always collected the things she threw away.

She reached out to take it out of nowhere, and when she raised it to her face, she noticed a dark red mark on it...

Like lipstick, but not like it.

It has dried up and clung to the wooden hairpin.

She had no intention of exploring what it was, and it would be too late if she didn't leave.

When walking out the door, Fu Haitang had already started to smoke his second cigarette. His voice might have been hoarse due to the tar, and it sounded very dull and hoarse.

"Mr. Song, the size of the shoes you are about to wear is half a size smaller than the standard. They don't fit you."

He continued: "Let's change to another pair."

Song Weiyu looked at the black matte pointed-toed shoes in his hand, which were elegant and delicate.

Half a size too small? He knew her stuff better than he did.

But he's not just talking about shoes now, he's talking about the man she's about to find, right?

"I know whether it fits or not. I don't have to worry about it, Mr. Fu."

Song Weiyu didn't look back, gathered his coat, and went out directly. The cold wind blew through the corridor, mixed with the unique melancholy of this season. She sniffed the tip of her nose, missing the warmth in the room.

He closed the door and walked faster to the outer courtyard.

In the room behind him, Fu Haitang pinched off the cigarette in his hand, his fingertips trembled slightly, and whispered to himself: "You left me behind again..."

Why can you only see his injuries.

Obviously I'm hurt too, but just because I'm hurt in my heart, it's not worth your while to stay.

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Butler Zhang was standing next to a century-old pine tree in the courtyard. When he saw her coming out, he immediately turned on the lights in the courtyard. The lights in the courtyard are also specially designed. They are well-proportioned, and the light and shadow are bright and charming.

"Madam, do you want to leave so late?"

Song Weiyu smiled: "This is not my home, of course I have to leave."

Butler Zhang sighed inwardly. When the two of them came in tonight, they were both smiling. And when she was in Fu Haitang's arms, her eyes were shining brightly and she was smiling.

Why again...

"Madam, don't forget to look at the wooden box that the old lady left for you. You must not forget it." He reminded in a low voice.

Song Weiyu had forgotten where the box was. She remembered that it was the nanny who was packing things when she arrived at Xiangshan Lake.

Butler Zhang opened the door for her, "Madam, it's not easy to call a taxi at this time. You've been drinking, otherwise you'll have to wait until tomorrow..."

Before he finished speaking, as the door slowly opened, an off-road vehicle appeared in sight. It stood domineeringly in the middle of the doorway, with the rear windows fully open.

Chen Fang's side face was stern, the hand holding the cigarette was resting on it, and he flicked the ashes.