Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu was stunned and didn't know how to continue asking.

Before hanging up the phone, Fu Haitang was still worried. He clearly felt that something was wrong with Song Weiyu's mood tonight, but he forgot that his forearm was still bleeding.

"Did something happen?"

"No..." Her protracted tone unconsciously took on a coquettish tone.

Fu Haitang's eyebrows knitted together and never let go.

Zongheng is not like the Fu Group. The huge Fu Group can walk sideways and listen to her from top to bottom. But the nightclub was crowded and crowded, and she didn’t have many friends to talk to.

Fu Haitang sat up straight, and the shadow of Song Weiyu's little body fidgeting flashed in his mind.

The thoughts that passed by continued to grow, and she couldn't help but think about what kind of injustice she might have suffered in Zongheng.

"Someone bullied you?"

Fu Haitang stood up from the sofa, held his waist with one hand, and walked slowly in the bedroom.

In these few seconds, his small thoughts instantly evolved into a dozen pictures.

For example, Song Weiyu wanted to eat fruit, but the people in Zongheng ignored her and refused to cut it for her. Or maybe it's cut, but she doesn't like it.

For another example, if the fish she eats has to go into the kitchen alive, will the bossy people fool her with the dead fish? Will there be no dishes on the table that she likes?

He even wanted to ask, if you are thirsty in the middle of the night and need to drink warm water, will someone bring the water to your mouth?

It's all little things.

But he felt that his beloved baby could not live such a hard life.

Fu Haitang paced the room faster and raked his hair angrily.

He even imagined the scene where those people in Zongheng looked at Song Weiyu and she hugged her legs and secretly cried in the middle of the night.

……

My heart was so anxious that it hurt, as if a stone had been lodged in it, "Speak! Are they bullying you?"

"Huh? Chen Fang has always been by my side, who dares to bully me?" Song Weiyu thought his question was funny.

Fu Haitang stopped in the middle of the bedroom, and Hu Duzi's heart was poured out by her with a basin of ice water.

"Yes, how could I forget? Chen Fang takes care of you just like he takes care of his mother."

"Fu Haitang, you..."

Before Song Weiyu finished cursing, the man hung up the phone.

Only then did she realize that the two of them had been chatting for almost an hour without realizing it. They didn't say a few important words, and it felt like time flew by very quickly.

The phone screen was black, and she saw the corners of her lips that had been rising in the clean reflection.

I couldn't help but feel itchy and sent a WeChat message.

[Mr. Fu, go to bed early and get up early for good health. 】

Fu Haitang looked at WeChat, with a smile in his eyes, and typed quickly with his fingers.

[Then I have to stay up late for a while, because no matter how good it is, some people won’t be able to bear it. 】

Who is he? Song Weiyu rolled his eyes at the phone, got into the quilt and covered his head. When it was dark without any light, she remembered her promise to Chen Fang.

She said it so firmly.

Didn't leave any room for myself.

Why, at this time, let her know the contents of the file.

She had not forgotten A Xiao's words, and Chen Fang's blood was still stained on her chest. The document was real, and the wounds on Chen Fang's body were also real.

She really couldn't compare the two men who gave more.

In the darkness and lack of oxygen, Song Weiyu began to realize that she kept forcing Fu Haitang to divorce because of her love for Chen Fang. But now, she no longer chooses Chen Fang because of love.

There is a feeling that is harder to give up than love.

When I was on the phone with Fu Haitang just now, I felt faintly throbbing, and she was thrown into the glacier in no man's land.

Hide and freeze.

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The next day, there were thick clouds in the sky, making it difficult to see the sun in the gray sky.

Everyone is saying that it is really going to snow this time.

Everyone's face was filled with excitement. Chen Fang glanced at Song Weiyu. In previous years, she was most looking forward to the first snow. This year, her expression was still smiling, but there was a sense of sadness.

Several people were chatting in Chen Fang's office, making Song Weiyu smile from time to time. The subordinates next to him saw that the water on the table was cold and went to boil water and add tea.

His hand was wet with water and he couldn't hold the handle of the pot. The direction of the spout suddenly turned towards Song Weiyu's hand on the table.

"what!"

Chen Fang heard her cry of pain and quickly walked over from behind the desk. The woman's white wrist was poured with boiling water. It was not big, but it was already red and swollen.

The men were stunned and stood beside him at a loss.

Chen Fang looked at the dazzling red color and wished that the water was scalding him.

He looked at his subordinates with evil eyes and said, "Why are you standing there in a daze? Call the doctor over."

Song Weiyu stared at his wrist, tears rolling down his face in pain, but he still tried to pretend to be generous: "It's okay, it's not serious, don't worry."

Chen Fang took her hand into the bathroom, put her hand in the cold water and pressed it, watching as the flawless skin turned red, probably causing blisters.

The look in his eyes was obscure and unreadable.

"Why did you become so bad-tempered?"