Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"sorry Sorry……"

she repeated.

With a bright red wound still hanging on his face, Chen Fang couldn't bear to blame her anymore.

He kissed the corner of her lips and said, "I can pretend that I don't know you still have him in your heart, but don't see him alone again. I beg you. Okay?"

Chen Fang never speaks softly, and all his softness in his life is used on himself.

Song Weiyu's throat became more and more blocked, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten, but he still bit his lips and tried to hold back the tears.

Two branches grew in my heart, one reaching out to Chen Fang with apology and compensation, and the other reaching out to Fu Haitang with love and restraint.

She wanted to cut off a branch, but she didn't know how to do it.

Chen Fang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Baby, a human heart is very small. It really can't hold too many people. Can you take back the half of the heart you left with Fu Haitang and give it back to me?"

His three sentences are meticulous and precise.

In the end, Song Weiyu was still trapped inside forcefully, and she was not allowed to have anyone else in her heart.

Because Fu Haitang's miserable failure in the first half of his life is the best example. He tolerated and indulged Song Weiyu without any bottom line, and the result was losing her.

-

In the early morning of the next day, Song Weiyu slept in a daze until 9 o'clock before getting up.

His head was buried in the quilt, and he secretly propped himself up to look at Chen Fang. He had already started working.

"Get up when you wake up. I made breakfast for you." Chen Fang looked at the documents, but he could still pay attention to every move of the person on the bed.

Song Weiyu looked at the documents and remembered that he was going to Hong Kong some time ago.

"Chen Fang, I have to go to Hong Kong. There is a contract in the industrial park that needs to be signed."

"You're not allowed to go."

He didn't even look up.

"Why! It's the company's business. It was decided a week ago. This signing is related to the development plan of the industrial park next year..."

"The company in Jingxi has enough work for you. It's better to leave your cultural industrial park to professional managers." While signing the document, he looked up at her and said, "Stay by my side. Last night I told you I forgot what you said."

Song Weiyu sat beside the bed, feeling uncomfortable.

This company was originally requested from Fu Haitang to help Chen Fang, so why did he just throw it away so easily.

There was a gentle knock at the door.

Assistant Yu's official smile appeared outside the door, "Madam, can you come out for a moment? I have something to tell you."

lady?

Chen Fang looked at Yu Special Assistant dissatisfied.

Assistant Yu was very generous. He bowed slightly and nodded: "Good morning, Mr. Chen."

Having followed Fu Haitang for more than ten years, Assistant Yu is more powerful than the general managers in ordinary companies. When he turned to look at Song Weiyu, he became very respectful again.

At the back stairs, Special Assistant Yu took out a stack of documents.

"Madam, this is what Director Fu didn't have time to give you last night. The other shareholders have already signed and agreed to the transfer letter of Yun Yi's equity. As long as you sign and confirm, you will be the chairman of Yun Yi."

Song Weiyu stared blankly and did not pick it up.

Her eyes fell on Fu Haitang's majestic signature, and below it was the date of signature.

"This date..." is very early.

Assistant Yu explained: "Director Fu originally bought Yunyi with the intention of giving it to you. He said that he could not see you working in any industry and seeking cooperation with others. You also know that in the field of information technology, Yunyi Company The momentum was the greatest, but the equity collapsed, and the shareholders were all frustrated. At that time, Director Fu also used all his efforts, half threats and half burning money, to clean up Yun Yi..."

Song Weiyu couldn't help but smile slightly and muttered: I knew it.

"What did you say, ma'am?"

"Where's Fu Haitang? Why didn't he give it to me with his own hands?"

Assistant Yu also couldn't understand why Fu Dong had clearly promised to hand it over to his wife in the evening to make her happy, but why he still didn't hand it over.

"Director Fu left for Hong Kong on a special plane early in the morning."

what!

Song Weiyu suddenly looked at Assistant Yu, "Why is he going to Hong Kong?"

It won't be... it won't be...

A kite suddenly flew up in my heart. The love that was crushed by her last night flew up in the wind with this little kite.

"Dr. Fu didn't tell you?"

Song Weiyu's head was blank and he shook his head in confusion.

"Oh, why didn't Mr. Fu say anything? Before the explosion, your cultural science and technology industrial park planned to cooperate with the Hong Kong media. Mr. Fu was worried about you leaving the capital. He had already contacted Hong Kong and went there in person this morning. Talked."

The little kite in my heart followed Yu Tesuke's words and flew dizzily to the clouds.

She smiled faintly, but her eyes gradually became moist, "Dong Fu hasn't personally discussed this kind of small business in more than ten years, has he?"

Assistant Yu also smiled, "Who says it's not the case?"

What it means for him to go there in person is that this small technology industrial park is protected by him, Fu Haitang.

Song Weiyu took the equity transfer letter, which was as heavy as someone's love.

When she was Mrs. Fu, his love was like a torrent of love, domineering and domineering. Everyone in the capital knew that the boss of the Fu family was stuck on the fishhook of this woman, Song Weiyu.

She is no longer Mrs. Fu, and his love is as invisible as the tide, carrying it heavily.