Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu didn't expect that he would actually agree. She was stunned for a moment and stared at him as he calmly stood up.

She was sitting and Fu Haitang was standing, being much taller than her.

Song Weiyu raised her head, and the handsome and tall man in front of her was looking back at her, waiting for her answer.

She bit her lips tightly, and at this moment she was afraid that what she said out loud was not the title of the song, but something else.

"Just...anything."

Fu Haitang nodded, pressed her head with her hand, and walked towards the microphone next to the speaker.

The band's pianist brought him a bar stool, and he sat on the chair and adjusted the height of the microphone. In the sea breeze filled with the smell of alcohol, he was wearing a shirt and trousers, with a face that was only suitable to appear on financial channels.

Dissonant and charming.

Song Weiyu sat in the middle of the crowd opposite him, reluctant to look away.

The heat rises from the chest, igniting the alcohol in the blood wherever it passes, burning fiercely, and love has nowhere to hide.

Li Nian held her arm and whispered in her ear, "Let's part. If the look in your eyes is not love, then what is love?"

She paused, then quickly turned her eyes away, not daring to look again.

Fu Haitang adjusted the microphone and looked towards her, only to see a beautiful profile with her hair ruffled by the wind.

Following her line of sight, standing by the railing of the cruise ship was a young man with very short hair, a sharp look and earrings.

Is she looking at him?

Perhaps she saw the young Chen Fang in the boy.

Fu Haitang's heart sank. She was sitting opposite him, but he seemed to be sinking to the bottom of the sea.

He turned to the pianist and said, "Let's change the song."

After hearing the song titles, the band members looked at each other. The previous song was bittersweet, but this one was pure regret.

The pianist nodded and smiled at him.

The band began to play the tune he needed, and the entire second floor of the cruise ship became quiet. The lights changed from colorful to warm colors, quietly shining on the deck.

The prelude is very short, as short as those expired good memories.

His warm and deep voice flowed under the moonlight. The first sentence was relatively steady, but the second sentence was already hoarse.

"Do you still love me, do you still love me?"

"You know I will be desperate to come back to you"

……

When singing the accompaniment, he held the microphone far away, swallowed hard the sobs in his throat, and slowed down his breathing, so as not to shed tears in front of these young faces.

His voice carried the sediment of time, and the cruise ship was unusually quiet.

As the song played, everyone stole a glance at the different person in their hearts.

But Song Weiyu didn't dare to look at him.

He tilted his head slightly, looked into the void, and pinched his palms.

He regained his composure, bent one leg and placed it on the bottom rail of the bar stool, looking at the person who had never looked back.

The accompaniment was blown away by the wind, and the voice was choked with sobs.

The low-pitched sound makes the song even more sad.

"I'm sorry I can't look you in the eye and say that"

"You understand me, right? You understand me."

……

Li Nian's eyes turned red, and she looked at Song Weiyu with an incomprehensible look in her eyes, "Song Weiyu, can you turn around and look at him? He's been looking at you."

Song Weiyu tried hard to swallow back his tears, his neck was stretched into a long thin line, and the tip of his throat was filled with the smell of blood.

I dare not look at it. If I look at it, I will be unable to resist rushing over and saying to him seriously: "It's not that I still love you, it's that I have always loved you."

She looked at the distance and smiled with tears in her eyes, "Li Nian, look at that boy. Does he look like Chen Fang when he was young?"

Li Nian didn't look at it. She opened her mouth and said, "Song Weiyu, you are so cruel."

……

She was so cruel that she didn't even look back at him until the end of the song.

When he heard the last line of the lyrics, Song Weiyu bit his lip.

Fu Haitang let go of the microphone, laughed at himself, and walked away alone amid the cheers and boos of the crowd.

"He has been suffering from depression for you for more than ten years. You saw with your own eyes how he got through these few nights! Song Weiyu, how could you bear to let him go alone."

"What is your heart made of?"

This was the first time Li Nian was so fierce to her. She turned Song Weiyu's body and forced her to look at him: "Song Weiyu, if you don't catch up with her tonight, we will no longer be best friends."

Song Weiyu held back her tears, her eyes were bloodshot, she sniffed and smiled calmly: "Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

"If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. If someone bullies me in the future, no matter how miserable I am, don't feel bad. If you feel bad, Li Nian, I look down on you."

Li Nian stood up suddenly, tears welling in her eyes, and stretched out her hand to Shao Guoren: "Husband, let's go. Remember, from today on, I, Li Nian, have no best friends, and Shao Yi has no godmother!"

"This, this, this..." Shao Guoren was completely panicked and spread his hands, "I can't leave my sister-in-law here alone."

Li Nian's face was covered with tears. She used all her strength to scream at him, "Shao Guoren! What sister-in-law? Is she worthy? Are you going to leave or not? If not, you will divorce me tomorrow!"

Shao Guoren was completely frightened and stumbled after Li Nian.

Song Weiyu stood up and looked at the place where Fu Haitang had just sat. There was only an empty bar chair and an upright microphone.

The band next to them had already started to change to another tune, and the guitarist sat down and said, "Let's just sing the song he didn't want, The Rest of My Life."