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Li He's expression was too serious.

Fu Haitang frowned slightly and looked at Li He, his eyes horrifying but inquiring.

"Yes, she has nothing to do with me now or in the future. You don't need to mention her in front of me anymore."

Li He's expression was so calm that the air around him stopped flowing. He asked, "Don't you want to know about her condition? She fainted three times during the half month you were abroad. I gave her a comprehensive brain examination yesterday..."

Fu Haitang's hands holding the teacup had turned white and then blue, and the ripples of the tea were synchronized with his heartbeat.

Song Xixi suddenly interrupted: "She fainted because of another man. Our President Fu will not let her ruin his sincerity again and again!"

Fu Haitang's eyes seemed bottomless, and what he wanted to say was drowned in these black eyes.

Li He nodded. Since Fu Haitang didn't say anything, it meant that she didn't want to know.

He smiled, "That's good, Fu Haitang, don't regret it. I have done my best, and I am leaving now."

After seeing Li He off, Butler Zhang returned to the front hall and muttered, "President Li has been losing weight recently. He looks much thinner, his chin is sharper, and he has become more handsome..."

Butler Zhang looked up and saw Fu Haitang frowning and looking slightly stunned.

Also, Song Xixi actually sat in the host chair.

There were only two master chairs in the center of the front hall, and the three young masters didn't dare to sit on them. But she sat on them, and Fu Haitang didn't stop her.

For the first time, Butler Zhang felt that Fu Haitang was really planning to find a new mistress for the Fu family.

What a pity! The lady is such a good person, but over the years, she has suffered no less than anyone else.

Song Xixi picked up a cup and handed it to Butler Zhang, wanting to show her goodwill, but also to warn him: "Try the tea I brewed, and see if it tastes better than the one brewed by the 'Madam' you mentioned."

Butler Zhang took the tea with both hands and said, "I have never tasted the tea made by our Madam, because the master always makes it for her. Our Madam is spoiled by the master, and she really has never had to do any housework. The master doesn't let her do rough work like making tea."

Fu Haitang came back to his senses from his daze, and suddenly became angry, knocking the teacup on the table, "Zhang Yonglian, if you mention the word Madam again, get out of here right now."

Butler Zhang put the teacup back untouched and lowered his head: "This is the last time, I won't mention it again. I will send someone to throw away all the things in your bedroom, and replace them with new ones starting tomorrow. Please stay in the guest room with Miss Song for the next two days."

Fu Haitang had a tense expression and leaned back in the master chair, but in the end he said nothing.

Throwing away her things was just the beginning, although taking this first step already made him feel so sad and suffocated that he could hardly breathe.

The servants came in and out, carrying Song Weiyu's things one by one, and he forced himself to watch them being moved away with his own eyes.

The dressing table was brought out first. There were all kinds of cosmetics neatly arranged on it. Some of them he couldn't name, but he knew the uses of most of them.

Because every time he went out before, he would get himself ready first, then sit obediently at the dressing table, watching her chattering while putting makeup on her already beautiful face.

While applying the eyeshadows, she also asked him, "Honey, what's the difference between these two eyeshadows? Which one do you want me to wear?"

"Honey, I'm going to put a mole on the tip of my nose today, so you are not allowed to pinch my nose today."

Her little face was already very delicate, so there was nothing to put on makeup. Besides, her makeup skills were not very good, so there was actually no change every time she put on makeup.

But he liked to watch her sitting in front of the dressing table, wiping her hair leisurely. Occasionally, when she was happy, she would hum a song while holding his face and drawing his eyebrows.

After tracing, she even pecked him on the mouth, and her hands were not honest, "My husband is so handsome, come and touch his abdominal muscles for me."

As she was touching him, her hands moved to other places. When he couldn't help but take off his clothes, she put on a serious face and said, "Boss Fu, you can't be late for work. You have to set a good example for your employees."

Uncontrollable memories flooded into his mind. He endured it again and again, but was still killed without a trace. He swallowed and tasted a bloody taste.

But luckily, he was numb from the pain, and what else could kill a person who was already dead?

But what did Li He mean by that sentence today...

The last thing he took out was the bottle of wintersweet aromatherapy that had been on her bedside table, which Butler Zhang threw into the trash can in front of him.

The aroma of wintersweet began to waft through the huge front hall. The fragrance was so faint that it woven into a razor blade net that wrapped around his entire body.

In the evening, Song Xixi stayed at Fu's house as she wished.

A paparazzi who came from nowhere followed Fu Haitang from the moment he got off the plane and kept taking pictures of the two of them entering Fu's house.

When Song Weiyu saw the hot topic on Weibo, it was already the next day. The gossip read: For the first time in 30 years, Mr. Fu brought another woman back to the Fu family's old house and stayed overnight.

He still looked handsome and noble in the photo, and the frozen moment was when the woman got out of the passenger seat of the Bentley and he opened the door himself.