Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu and Xiao Xiong were both sitting in the passenger seat, while Fu Liansong drove the disliked Koenigsegg towards the capital.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the mountains were still cold, but the roads in the city were already busy.

Cars that could have accelerated became slower the closer they got to the West Second Ring Road, and ultimately had to join the traffic jam along with other cars.

Song Weiyu finally understood why Fu Liansong said that once the car honked, everyone would know that the third son of the Fu family was out... This car was so eye-catching that she was forced to accept the attention from all directions.

Fu Liansong was calm and composed. He had long been accustomed to the feeling of being the center of attention.

Pointing in the direction of the next street, he said, "Mom, do you remember that place? That intersection is the SK shopping mall, and there is a huge electronic screen. On your birthday one year, my dad played your photo on that electronic screen for a whole day, with a few big words on it!"

Song Weiyu looked incredulous and turned his head stiffly: "What big words?"

"…Forget it. It's embarrassing. I won't say it anymore."

Song Weiyu looked at the little bear sitting on her lap and felt inexplicably disgusted: "Your dad looks calm and reserved, but I didn't expect him to be so high-profile and flamboyant..."

Fu Liansong slowly moved forward behind the back of other people's cars and shook his head: "My father is very low-key in everything, except you, he is very arrogant. You have forgotten how much he cherished you..."

It seemed that in Fu Haitang's eyes, anything she did should be forgiven.

Even if she killed someone, Fu Haitang would ignore the law and hide her away.

After passing an intersection smoothly, Lian Song called Fu Haitang: "Dad, don't come to the Wintersweet Garden. My mom can't wait to see you. She said she wants to give you a surprise... We are stuck in traffic and will be home in another hour."

Fu Haitang was walking out with the car keys in hand, and stopped after hearing this: "What surprise?"

"Don't worry about it. Just prepare the divorce certificate and household registration book."

Fu Haitang immediately clenched the car keys, his Adam's apple rolling: "Did she say that herself?"

Fu Liansong laughed. This father had seen all kinds of big scenes. He was so excited about remarrying. He turned on the loud speaker of his phone and said to Song Weiyu, "Mom, why don't we go home and go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Let my dad wait for us at the door with the documents!"

Song Weiyu rubbed the little bear's hand back and forth, her plain face was stained with an inexplicable blush, and after hesitating for a long time, she said only one word: "Okay."

"Dad, did you hear that?"

Fu Haitang was holding the phone, feeling a little helpless. He took two steps and turned around on the spot before he calmed the excitement spreading in his blood.

"I heard you. Take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau. I'll leave right away. Drive slowly and be careful."

Fu Haitang turned back to the room, took out the documents, and looked at the so-called divorce certificate.

in fact……

But she lost her memory, so everything had to start from scratch. And the first time they got their marriage certificate, it was not a happy one, because she had just returned from Shanghai and was still in love with Song Jingming, and also harbored resentment towards him.

Getting the marriage certificate was like a mission for her. She was the protagonist but she was as distant as a passerby.

Why not get married again? He can arrange it, right?

Fu Haitang walked out the door with his ID and called Assistant Yu to ask him to arrange everything and make sure nothing went wrong.

Butler Zhang noticed what he was holding and opened the car door for him with a smile: "That's great, Madam is coming back. I always said that you two can't be separated. You two were born to be together."

Fu Haitang smiled and patted his shoulder: "Please pack the suitcase for me and pack some food for her. We will go to the airport when we come back."

The Bentley was driving in the sunlight, he rolled down the window and put his palms up, catching the sunlight in his hands.

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"It's almost there, Mom. There will be no traffic jam after we pass this traffic light." Fu Liansong lowered his head and looked at the big screen at the intersection, which was playing a star's support advertisement.

The big screen was curved, spectacular and three-dimensional, and the high-definition picture quality made the star's expression clear and moving.

They were facing the center of the screen, and Song Weiyu also looked over: "This male star is quite handsome, but not as handsome as your dad."

Fu Liansong smiled softly. Now Song Weiyu is like a little fan girl of Fu Haitang.

The red light went out and then came on again, and the car didn't move far before it stopped in the long crowd of people.

The big screen suddenly went black, and then lit up again after a few seconds.