Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

How long has it been since Song Weiyu was so angry?

It's been there for decades.

Being supported by Fu Haitang, who would dare to make her angry? But in front of him, Fu Haitang went to support someone else.

When the elevator arrived, she couldn't wait to go out and heard Fu Haitang say: "Don't worry, no one dares to touch you as long as I am here."

Zhao Han laughed with a sweet and lively voice.

Song Weiyu walked faster and faster, approaching the Rolls-Royce.

When Ah Yuan talked to her, she couldn't listen.

"Sister Song, please don't get in the car yet. The boss said you need to pay more attention to safety recently. You must check before getting in the car."

Song Weiyu had already opened the car door and sat in.

Ah Yuan had no choice but to turn on her mobile phone to scan the status of the car body. Scanning to the rear of the car, his expression changed, and there was a bright red dot on the screen.

It's over, it's a bomb.

Not far away, Sun Hexi ran frantically behind a pillar, and Ah Yuan also saw the man hiding behind the pillar holding a remote control.

There seemed to be something wrong with the remote control, and the man was shaking it angrily.

"Sister Song! Get out of the car quickly!" He stood on the other side of the car and shouted.

The sealing of Rolls-Royce was so good that Song Weiyu couldn't hear it clearly.

Before Ah Yuan arrived, a vigorous figure broke in.

"what!"

Song Weiyu was suddenly picked up from the waist, and before he could react, he was already being carried and rushed out.

Sun Hexi was still a step too late.

The man smashed the remote control against the wall and pressed the switch.

"Boom!" A violent explosion shook the entire underground parking lot.

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Fu Haitang is on the other side of the parking lot.

Zhao Han was startled by the sudden explosion and screamed.

"Director Fu, you scared me to death. What was the sound? It sounded like an explosion." She patted her chest.

Fu Haitang didn't seem to hear Zhao Han's voice.

The fire alarm blared from his ears, and Fu Haitang's face was filled with tears.

"Wife..."

He suddenly let go of his grip on the car door and ran towards where Song Weiyu had just been.

The wind whistled in his ears, and he only looked forward, his mind filled with Song Weiyu.

Everyone cherished their lives, and people in the whole building were retreating to the safe exits to avoid it.

He was the only one who squeezed in against the crowd.

"Director Fu, a car exploded inside. Why did you go in?" A senior company executive saw him and shouted to him.

He didn't bother to pay attention, and pushed aside the crowd and rushed towards the explosion site like crazy.

He took out his mobile phone and called Song Weiyu. It was emergency dial 1.

"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please call again later..."

"Fuck!" He frowned tightly and rushed towards Song Weiyu with all his strength.

There was already thick smoke billowing near the source of the explosion.

Firefighters from the building had arrived and stopped him from getting closer. "Sir, please use the fire escape to evacuate. It's dangerous here."

"Was it a Rolls-Royce that exploded inside?" he asked sharply.

"Yes...are you a family member?"

"I'm her husband." Fu Haitang took advantage of his height and strength, pushed the staff member aside, and rushed in.

"But there will be a secondary explosion!" the staff shouted at his back.

Song Weiyu was pushed to the ground by the impact of the explosion.

Fortunately, Chen Fang was behind her and she was only slightly injured.

But Chen Fang was already unconscious, lying on the ground and vomiting blood from his mouth.

"Chen Fang, wake up!"

Song Weiyu was so dizzy that he couldn't drag him away at all. I could only keep calling him.

Ah Yuan also fainted not far away.

Looking at the blazing fire in front of him, Song Weiyu felt that his pupils were about to be burned.

She leaned closely against Chen Fang, using her body to shield him from the approaching heat.

"Chen Fang, you are so powerful, please wake up. Get up quickly, I can't hold you." Song Weiyu cried and pushed him.

Finally, Chen Fang coughed and spit out blood.

The voice held back the extreme pain: "Don't cry, I'm fine. You go first and leave me alone."

"I won't leave. I will be wherever you are." Song Weiyu hugged him, "Just hold on, and someone will come to rescue us soon."

Chen Fang grabbed her hand and gasped: "I'm fine, you go first. There may be a secondary explosion here, which is very dangerous. Can you be obedient?"

"No, no." Song Weiyu hugged him tightly, "I won't leave you, we are not married yet."

Chen Fang tried hard to open his eyes, but his vision was hazy.

Song Weiyu was afraid that he would lose consciousness and kept talking: "Hold on, the fire department will be here soon. I haven't married you yet, and I haven't called you husband yet."

Flames crackled behind him.

Chen Fang gave a wry smile and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Then please call me now, okay?..."

Song Weiyu looked at him. The black diamonds in the man's ears looked particularly coquettish in the firelight.

"Husband..." with a cry, "Husband."

"Yes." Chen Fang raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Now, you really can't rely on me."

"Tsk, that's so fucking touching."

Fu Haitang's penetrating voice sounded from behind her.