Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Abandon again?

Song Weiyu asked him at a loss, "Have I ever abandoned you for him before?"

"Of course I have abandoned you, and more than once." His eyes were red and he chuckled softly.

Song Weiyu hesitated.

The grip on the man's hand visibly loosened.

This time, she took the initiative to let go of Fu Haitang's hand.

"I'm sorry, I forgot why I abandoned you before. Maybe he was really important to me. In that case, I can't make any promises until my memory is restored."

"If you want to leave, just go ahead. I have no right to blame you, let alone keep you. I'm sorry, I apologize for hurting your heart before."

After Song Weiyu said this, his expression was calm and empty.

After losing Fu Haitang, she didn't know where to go.

But he was very frank, without any false deception, but these sincere words sounded irritating to Fu Haitang.

"I'm sorry? Haha... Can an apology make up for everything that happened in the past?"

Song Weiyu didn't know what she had done in the past to make Fu Haitang look at her with such despair and sadness.

Before she could say anything else, he was gone.

"Madam, let me take you for a check-up. You don't look very well." Yu Bin leaned over and helped her up.

She was feeling a sharp pain from the gunshot wound, and she was afraid that the wound had been torn.

"No, I'm going to the engagement party. I'm going to ask Han Guanshan for clarification."

Outside the hospital, Fu Haitang leaned in the car, smoking with the window open.

A few snowflakes floated in, he caught them with his palms, and then watched them melt in his palms.

I wish Song Weiyu's heart could be melted so easily.

Unfortunately, she is made of stone and is so stubborn that she only recognizes Chen Fang. Only Chen Fang can melt her.

After throwing away the cigarette and preparing to drive to the hotel, he saw Yu Bin supporting Song Weiyu towards the hospital entrance. She looked pale and walked slowly in the snow.

As they walked, Yu Bin picked her up horizontally.

She held her right hand with her left hand, curled up motionlessly, and it seemed that... her face was a little red?

That’s right, at the age of 18, Song Weiyu had never met many men and had never been in love. She was very naive and easy to deceive.

Fu Haitang retracted his eyes, scraped his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out with a few deep throttles.

"Madam, Mr. Fu should have left. Please take my car later. My car can't catch up with Mr. Fu's, so please don't be disgusted."

Song Weiyu was in so much pain that she could hardly bear it. She smiled with the corners of her mouth pulled, "How could I dislike it, Yu Bin, thank you for today."

Yu Bin didn't dare to look at her in his arms, and stared firmly ahead.

I repeated in my mind a thousand times: Don't let Mr. Fu see it, don't let Mr. Fu see it. It's not that I want to hug you, it's just that my wife can't walk.

As a boss, he even gets jealous of the dogs on the street.

The snow fell into Song Weiyu's arms. She touched it with her fingertips and watched it melt because of the warmth of her skin.

But she didn't know how to heal the pain in Fu Haitang's heart.

"Yu Bin, Fu Haitang and I are husband and wife, but I'm in love with Chen Fang, right?"

Yu Bin thought about it. He didn’t know what happened twenty years ago, but it was probably like this. “Yeah.”

"Then I am really a bad person... He really shouldn't forgive me."

"Madam, Mr. Fu has suffered a lot of injuries because of you. It is unbearable for ordinary people."

Song Weiyu nodded. "I can see that he is very sad, right?"

Yu Bin smiled faintly, "Not just in his heart, if you have a chance, take a look at Mr. Fu's body, there is almost no good place on his upper body. A week ago, he had a narrow escape from death and just returned from abroad."

Song Weiyu looked at Yu Bin in astonishment, "Why was he injured?"

"Madam, if you are interested, go ask him yourself."

The hotel was right in front of him, and Song Weiyu was stunned by the scene.

The media seemed to be besieging the hotel, with reporters squatting on the roadside stones and luxury cars gathered there like a car show.

People were coming and going at the revolving door of the hotel, all dressed in suits and chatting and laughing.

Fu Haitang just stood there with a smile on his face, shaking hands and chatting with several older seniors.

He has an outstanding figure and good looks. The gray suit with a turtleneck sweater makes him look very elegant and noble.

Song Weiyu leaned against the car window, staring at him. She wanted to get closer, but she didn't have the confidence and was afraid of his indifference.