Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He deliberately exposed himself to water and got infected just to leave this scar.

The phone next to her was on, and the screen stayed on her WeChat page. I was looking at the message she sent for the hundreds of times.

Although there are only a few words, it seems like you can see her smile.

He doesn't know what she wants to give him if she is so persistent.

He locked the bathroom door and fell behind it. He didn't hurt himself tonight, because saying those words to her was enough to make him miserable.

It turns out that the pain in my heart reaches a certain level, which can suppress the pain in my body.

The mirror reflected Fu Haitang's wrinkled shirt, scratched skin, and messy hair.

On the other end of the mirror, the hot water overflowing from the edge of the porcelain white bathtub was reflected. The woman's crying humming melted into the heat, steaming up, and the moonlight was blocked.

Late at night.

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Chen Fang's physical strength has always been able to torment people until they are half dead. By the time it was over, it was almost midnight.

Song Weiyu cried so much that she didn't want to speak. He washed and dried her limbs weakly, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt, "You go to bed first, and I'll take care of the wound."

"Hmm..." His voice was thick and he was drowsy under the quilt.

In the darkness, the phone rang.

The name flashed through her mind, and with a bit of uneasy hope, she touched her phone reflexively.

It was Assistant Yu, how could he send a message in the middle of the night?

Song Weiyu frowned and opened her eyes. As she read the message, she felt sluggish and stiff in the middle of the night.

If the phone falls, the screen automatically goes black.

[Mr. Song, we found it. The doctor who appeared at Fu's with Li He that day was a well-known psychological expert in the country. 】

After stopping for a few breaths, she gasped softly, feeling that her nasal cavity could not supply the oxygen she needed, so she opened her mouth slightly, desperately trying to suck in the air she needed to survive.

impossible.

That psychiatrist must not have been there to see Fu Haitang.

He is so wise, powerful, and indestructible that he is not even afraid of planes being banned and insists on returning to Beijing.

Moreover, he has everything, power, status, and money. How could a man who is aloof and condescending to all living beings...

"What's wrong? Your face is so pale?"

Chen put on the medicine, put on a black T-shirt, lifted the quilt and held her in his arms.

Rubbing the hair on the side of her face, "Did you feel pain after torturing you for too long?"

Song Weiyu looked at him slowly. There was still strong love in his eyes, but he couldn't understand the emotion deep in his eyes.

"Chen Fang, do you know that I am going back to Fu's house today?"

"Yes." He didn't hide anything.

This frankness made Song Weiyu feel that her question was untenable. She should not have returned to Fu's house in the first place.

"Why?" But she still wanted to ask, "Why didn't you stop me?"

Chen Fang looked at her eager expression. The little face that was pale just now has a trace of color due to anxiety.

"Because you said that no one can cut off the relationship between you and him. I know how much I weigh. If you want to go, you can go. Even in the future, I will not stop you."

Song Weiyu looked at his dark eyes in the middle of the night and was speechless.

Chen Fang pulled the quilt to her shoulders, held her in his arms, and gently stroked her back, "Just don't forget to come back. In less than ten days, you can get the divorce certificate Now, this is your home from now on.”

Does time go so fast?

The divorce certificate she had been looking forward to for more than 20 years was right in front of her, but she couldn't be happy.

Song Weiyu buried her head in his chest and could smell the smell of medicine mixed with the faint smell of blood.

"Chen Fang, do you think I've been swaying around and being half-hearted."

"No, you are just not used to leaving him for the time being. It will be fine when we get married."

He reminded her that the two were getting married.

Chen Fang hugged her, and his sharp eyes fell on the void behind her. She didn't blame her for swaying, it was really Fu Haitang's skill.

Perhaps, since Song Weiyu stepped on the glass and chased him out of the hospital that night, Fu Haitang realized that if she didn't really let her experience the feeling of loss, she would not know how to regret and cherish it.

It was also from that night that Fu Haitang began to make plans.

So he agreed to the divorce, but was entangled and pushed back and forth. Give Song Weiyu a little sweetness, and then give her a little bitterness to let her taste the essence, and then use her extreme possessiveness to occupy a place in her heart.

Chen Fang gradually understood that Fu Haitang loved her dearly and had never thought about divorce from the beginning.

The heart is sincere, and the game is also true.

With sincerity and clever planning, how could Song Weiyu escape.