Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The firelight made his deep-set eyebrows particularly clear.

He also reflected the anger and sadness pulsing in his eyes, unable to hide them. He said sarcastic words and still walked towards the woman.

Song Weiyu turned around and saw his tall body, and felt a little relieved.

But she didn't care that he heard the words "husband".

The corners of his eyes were red, and he asked for help: "Fu Haitang, please rescue Chen Fang first, he is injured."

Chen Fang didn't say anything, because he knew that it would be fine if Fu Haitang didn't turn around and push him into the sea of ​​fire.

How could it be possible to save him.

Chen Fang went to grab Song Weiyu's hand that hugged him tightly, "You go with him first. I promise you that I will definitely go out to find you."

"I won't leave, I won't leave." She cried hard and hugged him harder.

"Wherever you are, I will be there. There is no way I will leave you."

Fu Haitang felt so cheap that he risked his life and rushed to see his wife and another man parting ways and express their feelings to each other.

At the same time, he thought heartbreakingly.

28 years ago, when Chen Fang went to save her, it must have been more thrilling than this scene.

So from then on, Chen Fang became indispensable in her life.

Fu Haitang tried hard to endure the depressing discomfort coming from his chest, squatted down and hugged Song Weiyu, "Follow me."

Song Weiyu pushed his arm, shaking his head and begging him: "Fu Haitang, please save him, please save Chen Fang first, please, please."

"Please...take him away first..." She cried so hard that she couldn't speak.

His tear-stained face was flushed red by the firelight, but his hand held Chen Fang tightly, as if he had never let go of his oath.

Fu Haitang gritted his teeth, tightened his jawline, said nothing, and pulled her hand.

He was always reluctant to hurt her, but today he ignored her cries and pleas, and tugged on her wrist with all his strength, his voice so gloomy that he said, "Let him go and follow me."

"Fu Haitang, don't touch me!"

"What are you doing here? If you don't save him, get out!"

Song Weiyu pushed him hard, "Get out of here!"

He turned around and hugged Chen Fang, leaned on Chen Fang's shoulder and whispered to him: "I will never leave you, never."

Chen Fang had said this to her countless times.

The vehicles were densely packed, the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of secondary explosions kept ringing in my ears.

Fu Haitang suppressed his anger and the violent feeling rushing inside his body, breathed faster, and tried his best to remain normal in front of her.

Chen Fang looked at Fu Haitang, gently raised the corners of his mouth, and patted the woman in his arms, "I know, but you have to be obedient. You must go with him now. If you stay here, I will have to take care of you. "

She whimpered in his arms.

Fu Haitang half-knelt behind Song Weiyu, clenching her fists, pulling at the sore spot of the wound, listening to other men coaxing her.

He was used to the feeling of his heart being cut off piece by piece by her.

But no matter how painful it was, he couldn't leave her behind. He would rather die in this sea of ​​fire with her.

Chen Fang pulled her out of his arms, shackled her wrists, and pushed her into Fu Haitang's arms, "Be obedient and follow him first. I will go out to find you later, I promise."

She still wants to go back.

Fu Haitang picked him up from the waist and pressed him tightly in his arms. The man stood up, hugged her and turned around to leave without hesitation.

"Let go, let me go!"

Song Weiyu knew that he could not return to Chen Fang, so he vented all his emotions on Fu Haitang.

She had no strength and those fists were like scratching an itch.

The words came out like a knife: "Fu Haitang, if Chen Fang dies here today, I will definitely hate you for the rest of my life."

Fu Haitang looked down at her, without stopping, and sneered: "You gave all your love to him, and all your hatred to me, right?"

"Yes, I hate you..."

The woman in her arms was crying so hard that she was out of breath. Her usually bright peach blossom eyes were as red as stained with rouge.

She said she hated it, but her hands were tightly holding the shirt on the man's chest, and her body was pressed tightly against his chest.

She quickly let go of her hand again. This shirt was bought for her by the woman named Zhao Han.

This was the first time he wore a shirt bought for him by another woman. It was dirty, too dirty.

She couldn't accept it. He was so selfish and overbearing, and his controlling desire was so extreme that it was unreasonable. She didn't allow a man she didn't want to touch other women.

It's like being sick.

"I really hate you, Fu Haitang, why are you doing this, why." She gradually collapsed.

Fu Haitang didn't know why, he just thought she was hating herself for not saving Chen Fang. Her Adam's apple rolled deeply and her face looked ugly.

"Tell me why, you know it better than anyone else."

When she heard this, she stared blankly at Fu Haitang's sharp jaw, covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears, "Why, my life is so dramatic."

Regret for the first half of my life.

The rest of my life goes in circles and I still regret it.