Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

I wanted to see him a few more times, so I tried my best to hold back my tears.

But tears came up unruly, blurring her vision, and she wiped them away in a panic.

Wipe it clean and his figure has completely disappeared. The marble floor had a cold sheen, and there was only her and her shadow on it.

My heart is also empty.

"It's good to go, it's good to go."

There was a tingling sensation in her heart, and she couldn't tell whether it was physiological pain or her imagination.

Finally unable to hold it back, Song Weiyu covered his face with his hands and cried softly.

"Fu Haitang... don't... leave."

The palms were filled with tears, and they flowed down the wrists and between the fingers.

The champagne on the lips was diluted with tears and tasted extremely bitter. She lowered her head and buried it in her palms, crying uncontrollably.

Fu Haitang leaned behind the pillar.

The top-notch speakers from all sides of the venue were all accompaniments. No matter how high the volume was, they could not suppress the woman's weak cries.

The cries lingered, like the long hair tangled between his fingers for countless nights, and like the autumn water in her eyes, drowning him from bottom to top.

In fact, he had drowned long ago.

At the moment of death, the word Song Weiyu was written all over his body and soul.

Fu Haitang closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, then knocked the back of his head on the pillar twice.

In front of the window, her long hair was all on one side, hanging down on her shoulders. The sunlight hit her thin back thickly, dancing with the trembling of the butterfly bones.

He was a complete loser.

But he didn't lose to other men, he lost to her.

"Don't you have something to give me?"

A familiar voice sounded from her ears, and she had an auditory hallucination.

She still covered her face and cried, but the sound was like a catalyst, making her cry even harder, her shoulders shaking so much that the ribbon was shaking.

Until the sun was blocked, the man's broad figure fell on her shoulders, covering her completely.

Song Weiyu choked with sobs, curling her fingers to reveal her wet eyes, staring stupidly at the man who was always soft-hearted for her.

He stood with his backlight, and he was radiant.

It seems like the whole world has been lost and found.

At this moment, she didn't care about life or death or condemnation. Standing on tiptoes, he hugged Fu Haitang's neck and pressed close to her.

"hug."

He cried twice and then whispered, "Hug me..."

Fu Haitang didn't know how many times he sighed today. The woman on him was crying and rubbing herself in his arms, sounding extremely aggrieved.

It's obviously her fault every time, so why does she have the ability to act more aggrieved than anyone else?

He raised his hands unconsciously and sighed helplessly with a smile.

"Song Weiyu, I'm so damn..."

Gritting his teeth, his big hand ran along the concave bones of her back, gently comforting her, and his other hand slowly patted her waist.

Song Weiyu nestled on his chest, and all her suppressed cries fell into the man's suit.

Fu Haitang, who was already soft-hearted, cried until all the bones in Fu Haitang's body went numb.

"You, you...you cry whenever you cause trouble, knowing that I can't see you cry? Are you going to keep me in check for the rest of your life like this?"

"Uuwu...Fu Haitang, why are you coming back? I thought you really wouldn't come back this time, uh..." I felt aggrieved.

Fu Haitang sneered and gently stroked her back, "I don't want you to cry where I can't see you. I won't leave until you finish crying."

Song Weiyu looked up at her with tears in his eyes, his brows gradually furrowed, and tears fell heavily, "You...you..."

Fu Haitang pressed the person into his arms, "Okay, I'm teasing you, I won't leave. Collect your tears and cry like your dead husband."

Song Weiyu stared up and raised his head, covering his lips with his palms, his voice still full of tears, "What are you talking about?"

Fu Haitang chuckled and kissed the palm of her hand, which was still filled with the pain of tears.

"Do not cry?"

Song Weiyu blushed, resting her head on his chest, fingertips clasping his chest muscles, humming and choking.

"Ah."

"When you come back, I won't cry anymore."

He still looks confident and perverse.

Fu Haitang couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad. She always felt uneasy, as if she would ruthlessly say in the next second, "Fu Haitang, let's not meet again."

Almost immune to being hurt by her.

An Jing hugged her for a while and kissed her hair.

"It's not that you have something to give me. I've said it so many times, but I want to see what you want to give me."

Fu Haitang pulled her away from his arms slightly, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and said in a doting tone: "Look at you crying, your makeup is all gone."

Song Weiyu's red eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, shining brightly.

"You...reach out your hand."

Fu Haitang looked at her well-behaved and excited look, helplessly chuckled, spread his palms, and said, "Here."

"Close your eyes again."

She put her hands behind her back and held the wedding ring in her fist, with a smile on her face looking forward to pleasing her, as if she had obtained some treasure and was eager to give it to her lover.

Fu Haitang was about to drown in her little appearance, so he deliberately teased her: "If you don't close your eyes, who knows if I close my eyes, you will run away with some dishonest man again."

"..."