Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Isn't this Mr. Fu? He was all over the news a few days ago."

"A boss of this level also has time to go to a bar?"

"Take a picture, take a picture..."

The door of the private room was pushed open, and Fu Liansong was lying on the table, looking at the woman opposite him who was crying secretly with her eyes closed.

He stood up, picked up his coat and put it on his elbow, exchanged car keys with Fu Haitang, and raised his eyebrows: "He must be your biological son, right? I'll go back to the Winter Plum Garden first, bye~"

In the quiet private room, Song Weiyu's soft sobbing could be heard.

Fu Haitang sat opposite her and just looked at her.

Every time she got drunk before, Chen Fang came to pick her up. He only came once, and that time she fell into his arms and kept shouting, "Chen Fang, I love you so much."

No one knew how painful his depression attack was that night, so painful that he thought he would disappear in that dark night.

After so many years, the memories were still like a knife, piercing through time and space and stabbing into his heart again.

"Why are you crying?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Song Weiyu was originally curled up in a corner of the sofa. She opened her red eyes when she heard the voice. Through the tears in front of her eyes, she could not see the person opposite her.

She remembered it was Fu Liansong.

But the feeling of oppression on Lian Song was not that strong.

Lian Song doesn't wear gray suits either.

She smelled the faint smell of tobacco in the air, and the familiar cool scent of wood, which was exactly the same smell as the one that dripped onto her chest with sweat in bed last night.

If only the little bear in the window would come to her on its own.

"Is that Mr. Fu?" she asked dazedly.

"Answer me, why were you crying just now? Who were you thinking about?" His face was cold, as if he brought in all the coldness from the street.

Song Weiyu was stunned by the question. She was crying just because she was sad after drinking. After all, when she woke up, she was like a baby with good hearing and eyes, forced to face a completely unfamiliar world.

Fear and hesitation are inevitable.

Besides, she is still in an unclear relationship with her ex-husband, and his attitude has always been ambiguous.

Song Weiyu felt wronged, staring with wet eyes and crying helplessly, "Why are you so mean to me? You are the only one I know in the whole world, and you are still like this..."

She was drunk and couldn't see the road clearly, but she still stood up and tried to leave.

After taking two steps, Fu Haitang grabbed her wrist.

Song Weiyu burst into tears and pulled him away forcibly. When she tried to walk out, her feet left the ground. She opened her eyes with a dizzy feeling and found herself sitting on the man's lap.

Smelling the reassuring scent on Fu Haitang's body, she felt overwhelmed by a sense of grievance that came from nowhere. "Don't you want me anymore? Why are you still looking for me? Just to give me a beating?"

Who doesn’t want whom?

Fu Haitang listened to her mumbling and complaining, his face dark but he couldn't help but wipe her tears.

It seems that compromising for her has become a habit of life. "You always blame me when it's obviously you who didn't want me again and again."

Her eyes were washed by tears and shone like black pearls, and her eyes were filled with the reflection of the man.

"You're talking nonsense. How could I not want you?"

"Why not?"

Fu Haitang hugged her again, feeling so sad that he couldn't breathe. He carefully wiped the water marks from the corners of her eyes.

Song Weiyu curled up in his arms and argued: "Because I like..."

The man paused with his clean white hands, and looked at her with an obscure look in his eyes, "What?"

Like a thief who had been caught, she bit her lips hard and lowered her head to avoid looking at the incredible joy in his eyes.

"Be good, say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."

She refused to say anything.

No matter how he coaxed her, no matter how many sweet words he said, she kept her mouth shut and refused to reveal a single bit of her feelings.

When Fu Haitang carried him out, the wind blew and the alcohol in his body seemed to be stimulated. It began to run actively in his blood vessels, becoming hotter and hotter.

The man bent down and placed her on the passenger seat. Before his arms left her body, he was stared at by her dazed eyes.

Those crystal clear eyes seemed to be rippling with wind and filled with mist.

Fu Haitang laughed and leaned closer to her: "Why are you staring at me with your big eyes? Are you trying to seduce your ex-husband?"

She opened her lips slightly, the faint aroma of wine lingered between the two of them, and her eyes stared at him wetly as if she was drunk.

She grabbed Fu Haitang's suit collar tightly, looked up and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

Fu Haitang knew that she was drunk, just like every late night in the past ten years.

His Adam's apple moved, and he asked patiently, "Then tell me, who am I? Only if you tell me the right answer can I kiss you."

Last time, she told Chen Fang "I love you" over and over again, and each time she said it was like a sharp knife cutting a piece of flesh from his heart.

For so many years, every dark night when everyone was asleep, he took out his heart and mended it by himself. In fact, he no longer had the courage to ask such presumptuous questions.

My heartbeat stopped for a moment as Song Weiyu smiled.

She held the side of his face with one hand and rubbed his cheek with her thumb, "You are Fu Haitang."

The man pursed his lips tightly, but the corners of his eyes gradually turned red. The grievances he had endured for decades wanted to burst out from his broken heart and be seen by her.

But he couldn't help but laugh at himself for forgiving her so easily. He was clearly covered in bruises and felt like he was dying. He almost died several times.

Now he realized that his life was in her hands.