Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The hem of the skirt swept along with the ankles, raising an elegant arc.

The hair passes through the cherry-flavored water vapor that bursts into the air from the sparkling wine, taking away the sweet and greasy molecules.

She held up the waist of her skirt, walked through half of the venue, and approached the Nakajima table she had just left.

Her eyes were constantly searching the crowd. Her eye circles were already red and pitiful, but now she looked even more like a helpless little woman who had lost her treasure.

It caused the surrounding men's peripheral vision to fly.

She was looking for him in such a hurry that she didn't even see the smoky suit.

"Fu Haitang...where have you been?" She bit her lower lip hard to hold back the tears that overflowed again in her eyes.

Fu Haitang never thought that she would come back again after she left. The woman in front of her seemed to be walking in a hurry, her snow-white chest rising and falling slightly with seductive waves.

One second her hair was chasing her behind her, and the next second it was wrapped obediently around her neck.

She was holding the waist of her skirt in one hand and looking around with her mobile phone in the other hand.

What are you looking for? Are you in such a hurry, looking for Chen Fang?

Fu Haitang felt sour in his heart and stood up to leave.

Before I took two steps, the phone rang. Caller: Baby.

He was used to being hurt. Subconsciously, he felt that it would be bad to call him now. His fingers slid back and forth between answering and hanging up, and finally chose to hang up.

Song Weiyu's heart sank when he heard the mechanical female voice notification sound coming from his mobile phone.

He ignored Chuxue because of her farewell words that night. It must be because of those words that he didn't see her or reply to her messages for so many days.

Song Weiyu couldn't wait to take back those words.

However, as her footsteps stopped and her heart gradually calmed down, she inevitably thought, what if Fu Haitang asked her: Is it okay not to get a divorce?

How should she answer?

Not leaving? What should Chen Fang do?

Let him feel despair, risk everything, gamble, fight, and lose his life?

离？

So what's the point of finding Fu Haitang now and telling him to take back Chuxue's words that night? Give him a candy and stab him again before he finishes eating?

……

She felt like she was standing at a fork in the road, and neither side was the road.

Song Weiyu desperately hoped to get Li He's advice, but he never answered the phone.

I tentatively called again, after two rings, I finally got through.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"

Li He's voice was hoarse, with a strong sense of exhaustion, and a hint of...indescribable depression?

Song Weiyu's question turned into concern: "Li He? Are you feeling unwell? Why does your voice sound strange?"

Li He was silent. After almost ten seconds, he said, "I'm fine. I'm on my way to the celebration. What's wrong with you? Is there something urgent?"

"Are you still on the way? The celebration is about to begin..."

Song Weiyu became more and more confused. Li He was not a person who would be late. He was tied up by something important.

However, since he is coming soon, let’s ask him face to face.

"Then let's talk about it when you get here. You can take a nap in the car first. Your voice sounds very tired. Did you stay up late doing experiments again?"

"Okay, I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Li He leaned on the back of the passenger seat and looked at the roof of the car, red, sad and helpless.

At hand is Fu Haitang's blood test report.

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Song Weiyu held the champagne glass, drank a glass of cherry bubbles, and picked up another glass.

She couldn't wait to run to Fu Haitang, hug him, touch his cheek and say: I'm sorry, I'm back. I love you, I love you so much, can we not get divorced?

She could even imagine that when she finished saying this, Fu Haitang would not believe it and would look at her speechless.

But if he doesn't believe it, tell him over and over again until he believes it.

-The earrings that Chen Fang put on for her in the morning felt painful as they fell to the ground, reminding her that you are not qualified to do this. Because on the day you left the hospital to go to Zongheng, you had already made your choice.

There are no regrets when you make a move, the chess pieces have been fixed on the chessboard, and the things you imagine in your mind can only be vague wishes.

Too late.

The sparkling wine ripped all the way down his throat and fell heavily into his stomach.

Li Nian pulled up the bar chair and sat next to her. He checked the time on his phone and said, "Beauty, we are about to take a seat. Don't get drunk. You have to speak on behalf of the guests."

"It's better when you're drunk. You don't have to worry about it when you're drunk."

She picked up an ice cube and put it in her mouth, chewed it, and closed her eyes to feel the cold and exciting feeling. She wanted to cool her restless heart, but it beat even more happily.

Every cell in her body was fighting against her reason: Go find the man you love, go quickly. Go hug him, go kiss him, go see if there are real wounds on his arms, go tell him how much you love him.

Song Weiyu, don’t make the same mistake again and again.

Isn't it enough to love the wrong person for half your life?

Do you have to fall in love with someone wrong all your life to really regret it?

There is no regret medicine in the world, and there can be no drama of rebirth in reality. Just catch the person in front of you, okay?

She was going crazy.

"Li Nian, tell me!" She pushed the wine glass away, her earlobes stained red by the alcohol.

"If you were me, would you choose Chen Fang or Fu Haitang?"