Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Sure enough, the live broadcast just started.

Zhu Yan called directly, "What about that, Mr. Chen, I think... Otherwise, I'll give this opportunity to you. You personally deliver Song Weiyu to Mr. Han, so you get the most credit! I will follow you from now on, Do you think so?"

Chen Fang kept looking at the backs of the two people in the front row.

Fu Haitang would whisper a few words into her ear from time to time, making her laugh all the time.

His face darkened, and his voice sounded the same at this time, "Zhu Yan, are you scared? Why, are you afraid that Fu Haitang's two sons will retaliate against you?"

Zhu Yan clicked his tongue, "Two sons? Yes, they have three sons! Sooner or later, the Fu family belongs to Fu Haitang's three sons. I originally thought that Fu Haitang would divorce her and this matter would be easier to handle. But look at Fu Dong's attitude tonight , I have to protect that woman even after getting divorced. Who dares to do something under the eyes of Zuoshanhu? "

Chen Fang snorted coldly, "So, no one dares to touch Song Weiyu underground now in the capital?"

"Absolutely. The news of Director Fu's resignation spread quickly, and those little bosses who were ready to take action must not dare. But the boss in northern Beijing will definitely take action."

Song Jingming looked towards Chen Fang from a few seats away, met his gaze, and then turned back silently.

Chen Fang hung up the phone directly and thought about what Zhu Yan just said.

Why did the boss of Beijing North dare to confront Fu Haitang? It was because he had to take a gamble.

Who let Han Guanshan use the territory north of Beijing as a lucky draw?

If he doesn't gamble, Beijing and Beijing will be handed over to others.

For these men in the nightclub, nothing in the world is more important than status. Even if they risk their lives, they have to send Song Weiyu to Han Guanshan.

Chen Fang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Fu Haitang's back, constantly reviewing his plan in his mind: At this point, everyone in the nightclub knew that Song Weiyu had followed him.

The boss in Beijing North wants to attack Song Weiyu and fight back on his own, it will be a matter of course.

In this way, he would have a legitimate reason to confront the boss of Jingbei and find an opportunity to infiltrate the Jingbei drug trading network, so as to avoid being suspected by others.

There was nothing wrong with the plan, every step was planned by him.

But in his heart... Chen Fang closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at her again.

Everything is for the mission on our shoulders, not using her, right?

Haha, ask yourself, is it really right?

There really is no best solution in the world.

Chen Fang clenched his fists, his heart felt like it had been penetrated by a bullet, and even his breath smelled of blood. He began to regret that he had taken her away from Fu Haitang out of curiosity.

If he had been firmer and refused her then, she would not have been dragged into this swamp.

Once you step into the swamp, you can't get out.

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Song Weiyu was bored and listened to the host's speech on the stage. He played with Fu Haitang's fingers and started to wander off, "Fu Haitang, don't look at it. Guess what words I wrote."

She covered the man's hand and wrote on his palm one stroke at a time.

Fu Haitang actually cooperated with her, feeling the strokes on his palm seriously, "Me?"

"You guessed it, the next word!"

Song Weiyu continued to write with a smile, all her long hair hanging down to the other side, showing him all her energy without reservation.

"very……"

"Yeah, yeah, yes, my husband is so smart." After she finished speaking, she realized that she had spoken smoothly.

He was stunned for a moment.

It's been a long time since I called him husband... and my face felt a little hot.

Fu Haitang looked sideways at her, the corners of his mouth curling up in pleasure.

She was attacked by the love in the man's eyes and had no place to hide. She lowered her neck to show off her charm and muttered in a low voice: "You are not allowed to look at me. Keep guessing."

She wrote again.

"think."

"you."

Fu Haitang guessed it all.

She pursed her lips to hide her smile, and the flashlight swung through the crowd, hitting her sparkling eyes.

Fu Haitang suddenly raised his legs and tilted towards her. He put his hand into a fist and pressed it to his lips, suppressing his voice: "How do you pronounce these four characters together? Can you teach me?"

"..."

Song Weiyu rolled his eyes at him angrily, "I won't teach you."

Fu Haitang smiled, looking at her increasingly red earlobes, and suddenly felt a little self-deprecating: "I thought you could write, I love you."

After all, she hadn't said these three words for many, many years.

It’s been almost twenty years.

He is the same age as Fu Liansong.

Song Weiyu rubbed his hands together, his eyelashes trembled, his lips opened a crack, then closed again.

What about after saying I love you?

Then say 'I'm sorry, I still have to leave you'?

Then does he feel that he loves another man more? Otherwise, why would you abandon him?

Song Weiyu was heartbroken and thought that maybe after Chen Fang completed the task and escaped, she could...

"Fu Haitang, after our divorce, will you get married again?"

He held the four words in his palm, thought about it, and said firmly: "Yes."