Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

His heart was suddenly on fire. What if he bought the things he didn't want? Why?

"No."

She pushed the door open and walked out more swiftly than Fu Haitang just now.

There is also the fragrance of wintersweet on my body, I wish I could go home and wash it off now.

Starting tomorrow, she will change her fragrance!

Wu Qinian watched the store door being slammed shut, and thought to himself, these two people were coming and going in a hurry, and they both looked like they would not let strangers approach them.

What happened?

Looking at the agarwood hairpin in his hand, "Okay, no one wants you anymore, I'll keep it myself."

He took out a phoenix crown from the display cabinet, picked the best white jade bead on it, polished it and carefully set it on Song Weiyu's hairpin.

"Who said second-hand items are worthless? Doesn't this increase the value..." Wu Qinian didn't feel sorry for the cultural relic Feng Guan that he destroyed.

—

Song Weiyu was walking along the small alley, as if being pulled by invisible threads, walking slower and slower.

He was stopped by the hesitation in his heart.

Pulled back by irrational love.

"Wu Qinian, give me back the hairpin!" She pushed the door open, her voice a little breathy.

He walked over to the counter, opened his hand, "Tell me, how much is it?"

Wu Qinian looked at the woman who had just walked out and came back, and smiled: "Weren't you very determined just now? What, you can't bear it?"

"I'm not reluctant, it's just my fault. You know, my things belong to me even if I don't like them anymore."

Wu Qinian wiped the hairpin with a flannel cloth, but still couldn't hold back his gossip: "What happened to you and Fu Haitang?"

Song Weiyu did not answer directly.

She took the hairpin and said, "Not long after, Chen Fang and I will hold a wedding. Don't forget to give me a big gift."

"What? Chen Fang! Are you really planning to marry him?"

"No way?" Song Weiyu was a little dissatisfied with his strong reaction.

"What Chen Fang is doing is not a serious business." Wu Qinian also knows that people who work in nightclubs are no different from the underworld. "What will you do if he goes in one day?"

"I will go wherever he goes. I will accompany him in." Song Weiyu said perfunctorily. After all, only a few people knew Chen Fang's true identity.

In the eyes of others, she really loved Chen Fang.

She loves her so much that she is not afraid of life and death. She loves her so much that she refuses to engage in serious business and engages in underground business.

Wu Qinian frowned deeply and his expression became serious: "Song Weiyu, the four people who monopolize the underground business in Beijing are more or less involved in drugs. I don't believe you can accept Chen Fang doing such a business."

He stared at Song Weiyu.

Song Weiyu couldn't explain it, so he could only admit it.

"That's his business, I won't interfere."

Wu Qinian was a little angry. Song Weiyu was extremely good and evil. Why was he doing such a harmful business now?

The air conditioning in the store was on full blast. He was so angry that he picked up the folding fan and shook it back and forth. "You don't want Chen Fang to end up like Han Guanshan, right?"

Han Guanshan?

Song Weiyu lowered his eyebrows.

It had been a long time since I heard this name, and they had avoided mentioning it in front of her in these years.

"He deserves to die."

Song Weiyu didn't want to talk anymore and put the hairpin into his bag: "Don't tell Fu Haitang that the hairpin was given to me. I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore."

Wu Qinian looked at her cold expression and knew that he should not mention Han Guanshan.

In this world, the man Song Weiyu hates the most is Han Guanshan.

If Chen Fang and Fu Haitang were the ones who held her in their hands to protect her, then Han Guanshan was the man who wanted to drag her into hell.

Thinking of the things he did back then, Wu Qinian felt cold all over and muttered: "Fortunately, he is dead."

—

After Fu Haitang threw the hairpin to Wu Qinian, he drove to the hospital.

It would be a lie to say that I have no regrets.

I was in the store just now just to piss her off.

It was better now. He had thrown away the ring, thrown away the Yun brocade, and thrown away the hairpin. He had nothing.

Suddenly he felt depressed and his temples hurt terribly. He opened the car window to let in the cold air.

After all, the divorce is getting closer. Maybe the recent treatment was really effective. Thinking of divorce, he didn't feel the same pain that he felt before.

Is this psychiatrist really good at medical skills?

Taking advantage of his calm mood, Fu Haitang drove to Yunyi Technology to give it a final kick. Today he went to give it a final kick.