Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at the tall man in front of him. In front of him, everything seemed to become small, and it seemed that everything was under his control.

"The content..."

She spoke to the mobile phone, but her eyes were looking at Fu Haitang.

"Your ex-husband already knew that you sent the document. I only repaired a few words, and he gave me the rest. I'm sorry, Xiaoyu, for lying to you."

Song Weiyu held the palm of his hand, but it seemed as if he was holding his own heart, breathing hard, "So, the content is false?"

Boss Wu paused, and his eyes flashed for a while.

Fu Haitang's deep voice then slowly sounded: "Wu Qinian, tell the truth, don't give me any trouble."

"Tsk, Mr. Fu, have you installed surveillance in my store?"

Wu Qinian grabbed a folding fan and waved it wildly. Feeling cold, he threw it down again and said angrily: "Xiaoyu, the content of the file is true. Fu Haitang knew that I couldn't repair it, so he gave it to me on purpose! He just wanted to see if you knew the file. How will I choose the content in the future?”

The confusion in Song Weiyu's eyes turned into complexity, and he frowned deeply as he looked at Fu Haitang.

Boss Wu's careless voice overflowed from the mobile phone: "I say Xiao Yuyu, you two men are bad, why don't you want neither of them, come with me. Although I am not as rich as Fu Haitang, nor as handsome as Chen Fang, but I So simple and gentle~”

"Wu Qinian, have you had enough?" Fu Haitang took back the phone and hung up.

Song Weiyu's face turned pale slightly and he smiled: "So, you already knew about this?"

That meant that he also knew that he helped Chen Fang conceal the wet documents.

What's more... Fu Haitang knew that she clearly saw the document, but still chose Chen Fang.

There is no denying it.

Fu Haitang sneered, "That night, after Wu Qinian told you the contents of the document, you called me immediately. Your tone was so gentle, and you cared about me and told me to go to bed early and get up early. I really thought you had turned around."

Staring at her increasingly pale cheeks, she couldn't hide her disappointment, "Song Weiyu, even if you know the contents of the document and the truth 30 years ago, you still choose him."

"What's even more ridiculous is that you even pretend not to know!"

He put his hands into his trouser pockets, gritted his teeth, and tensed his jaw.

A crushing defeat.

Song Weiyu had nothing to say about this matter, her choice had already explained everything.

So, why should she keep Fu Haitang? With Fu Haitang's repeated indulgence of her? Or is it because of his bottomless doting?

She can't always be so confident, can she?

Li Nian said that love that is not responded to will be gradually consumed, and Fu Haitang will not wait for you forever.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Fu Haitang, I'm sorry."

Song Weiyu looked at him, biting her lip and unable to say anything else. She was sorry for him, not just for this one thing.

Everything is not worthy of Fu Haitang staying for her anymore.

He looked deeply at the bewildered woman in front of him, his eyes indifferent, and turned away.

Song Weiyu was stung by the alienation in his eyes. As he turned around, his subconscious stretched out his hand to keep him, but he froze in the air and had no confidence to stop him again.

Forget it, let’s go.

She didn't know that the moment the man turned around, the indifference passed away, turning into heartache and reluctance, and became even more intense than the red sun outside the window.

She looked at the man's fading shadow and murmured: "Let's go, Fu Haitang. Don't be soft-hearted this time."