Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Chen Fang, did you know that Fu Haitang signed a document when I was kidnapped." Song Weiyu wrapped his coat and looked out the window to talk to him.

Chen Fang lowered his eyes and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "I know."

The carriage was extremely quiet, and Song Weiyu was still looking out the window, even though it was pitch dark.

The Adam's apple in Chen Fang's throat moved, "So, now that you know he has paid so much for you, you plan to return to him?"

Song Weiyu did not forget Chen Fang's words: "If you abandon me again, I will die."

He was taciturn but stubborn to the end. Song Weiyu knew that he would be able to do it.

She smiled comfortably. In the first half of her life, she loved Chen Fang, but she had to play the role of Mrs. Fu next to Fu Haitang. In the second half of her life, she personally changed the characters' positions, but surprisingly found that the plot remained the same...

…She still grieves the loss of her loved one.

The drunken director directed a ridiculous plot, and her love would always travel at the wrong time.

"Chen Fang, do you believe in fate?"

"I don't believe it." Of course he didn't believe it. When he was sure that he could marry her honestly in this life, he decided to take his life in his own hands.

"I believe it." Song Weiyu breathed a sigh of relief and tucked his hair behind his ears.

In this life, she is a pity.

"I won't go back to Fu Haitang, though."

Chen Fang's hand on the steering wheel loosened, but the speed of the car increased, "But what."

"He is the man who has been with me for half my life, and he is also the father of my son. Moreover, when he signed this document for me, he can no longer live alone. Therefore, it is impossible for me and him not to meet. The connection between us has no one. Can cut."

Because she tried, and even she kept cutting herself.

He also tortured both himself and him into disgrace.

Chen Fang tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in an orderly manner, twitching the corners of his mouth in the darkness, and after laughing silently, "If you just said you wanted to abandon me, go back to him. Baby, have you seen the cliff on the side? We are now Already rushed out."

Song Weiyu's scalp felt numb.

These two men are not normal.

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Chen Fang knew that Han Guanshan would not return to China until Fu Haitang officially divorced.

But he had to be on guard against Zhu Yan, and since he had more business in Jingnan, he spent most of his time in the office every day.

Usually when he returns to his room, Song Weiyu is already asleep.

But Chen Fang knew that she was deliberately avoiding him, partly because of Fu Haitang, and partly because he was locking her up.

He didn't want to shut her down, but she ran to Fu Haitang several times before.

If he had arrived ten minutes late that night in Chuxue, Fu Haitang's car would have driven back again, and the feeling in his heart told him that she would definitely choose Fu Haitang.

In that case, it's better to lock her up.

Song Weiyu sat on the roof again, basking in the sun and in a daze. On the table were her favorite fruits and her usual coffee, but she didn't take a bite.

It had been five days since she came back from Wintersweet Garden. She had barely eaten and was even thinner.

The whole person was huddled in the blanket, and her hair gave off a brown halo in the sunlight. She was as beautiful as an exquisite doll. However, those eyes were obviously beautiful, but they seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

She was avoiding Chen Fang, but Chen Fang was also avoiding her.

While he couldn't bear to see her become the canary in his cage, he was even more reluctant to let her go.

In his spare time every day, the most he did was light a cigarette and hide in the corner and watch her in a daze.

I watched her grow thinner and thinner day by day, and the light in her eyes became dimmer and dim day by day.

Even so, he never thought of letting go. Why should he let go? He has been waiting for 30 years and it is his turn.

"Send lunch to the rooftop garden, make it in more styles, and cook the seafood alive."

"Mr. Chen, Madam, you haven't eaten much recently. The food is almost always served and taken away."

Chen Fang looked at the person huddled on the sofa basking in the sun not far away, and said in a deep voice, "She will eat today."