Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

After Fu Haitang left, whispers began to ring out again.

Song Jingming had already persuaded Wen Ying to sit back, but the buzz around him continued.

"Why is she sitting with the second son of the Fu family?"

"Someone just heard Mrs. Fu say that this daughter of Mr. Chen's family is the fiancée of the second young master..."

"Huh? It's been said that the second young master is Chen..."

Listening to the discussion, Song Weiyu's face gradually lost color. At this moment, she instantly understood why Fu Haitang was so strongly opposed to Wen Ying's residence in Chen Fang.

I understand again why Fu Haitang finally agreed.

When he agreed, he smiled very meaningfully, with a bit of irony and joking, and said, "Song Weiyu, don't regret it."

Fu Chunhe also immediately came to his senses, grabbed Song Jingming, and warned him in his ear: "Second brother, please remember that from now on, you can only be the second son of the Fu family. Put those things of yours behind you." Forget about practical thoughts."

The eldest brother paused, and his voice was as deep and powerful as Fu Haitang's: "If you still want to marry Chen and Wen Ying smoothly."

Song Jingming looked towards his father's empty seat.

His face was calm and his tone was slow, "Brother, I am originally our father's son."

Fu Chunhe glanced at him sideways, "As long as you know, if you let me see you going somewhere you shouldn't go again, my legs will be broken."

"Oh."

Wen Ying's little hands secretly tugged on his suit, and he held it tightly, "Don't be afraid, you don't have to worry about anything. The transfer procedures have been completed, and you will go to school in a week."

Wen Ying felt a little sudden, but she still couldn't hide her excitement.

"Really? I thought it would be the end of the New Year..."

"My third son will accompany you to school. You two go to the same university, but your majors are different."

"Ah? Song Song is coming back?"

Fu Liansong spent half of his 20 years abroad, and Wen Ying even felt that Uncle Fu would always settle him abroad.

Song Jingming held Wen Ying's hand and tapped his fingers: "He must come back. You and him have to be under my nose before I can rest assured."

Wen Ying looked over and saw a seriousness on Song Jingming's face that she had never seen before.

He seemed to be talking about more than just going to school.

But the current situation at home was too complicated, and Wen Ying didn't ask any more questions. She also knew that even if she asked Song Jingming more, he wouldn't tell her. He would always send her away with one sentence: "Don't worry about anything, be obedient, and I will do it." You handle it."

The helpless expression on the girl's pursed lips fell into Sun Hexi's eyes.

The mobile phone WeChat rang.

[When I go home in a while, my little uncle will take you to buy ice cream, milk tea, strawberry cheese cake...]

Sun Hexi's dish names also listed two lines of snacks that girls like.

Wen Ying frowned, smiled, put away the phone and did not reply.

Chen Fang sat back down again and called Sun Hexi with his hook, "From today on, keep an eye on Wen Ying and try not to let her meet Song Jingming. Also, there will be some media speculation about their relationship today. You can control it all." "

"Boss, some official media may be difficult for us to control."

"Those people are concerned about Fu Haitang's face and will not report recklessly."

After saying that, Chen Fang looked toward the side door where Fu Haitang left, clenched his fists, and Li He's words just now haunted him again, "We have been friends for thirty years."

He looked down and chuckled briefly.

It is because we have been friends for thirty years that we understand each other.

When he looked up again, Chen Fang's eyebrows had returned to cold and sternness. He glanced at the camera in front of him from the corner of his eye. The man seemed to be filming in this direction since he entered the scene.

After all, Han Guanshan will return to China in one week.

She is also officially getting divorced.

The last firework bloomed in the sky, and Song Weiyu's body became stiffer and colder, and the splendor dissipated, leaving a lasting darkness.

Fu Haitang didn't come back.

He didn't come back.

Song Weiyu straightened his body, folding his legs in an always elegant posture. Only when he passed in front of her could he see that his bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.

The seat next to me is empty, and the place in my heart is empty.

In the past, she would have left in anger, but now she wanted to find him and tell him: Fu Haitang, the fireworks are over, I want to tell you the answer.

I dialed the phone, rang twice, and was immediately hung up.

But Song Weiyu didn't think too much about the hung up call, because the love Fu Haitang had given her over the past few decades was enough to be used and safe enough.

She stood up, never so determined.

Glancing at Li Nian's concluding remarks on the stage, she smiled like a bright sun and walked towards the side door where Fu Haitang left.

Chen Fang watched her go, but this time, he didn't follow her. He just leaned on the seat, played with the lighter in his hand, and followed her away with his eyes.