Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu looked indifferent, sitting in a wheelchair and flipping through the album. I decided on several designs and made the final selection with Li Nian.

The laughter on the other end kept coming to my ears.

"Brother Fu, since you said so, I won't be polite."

"Yeah, take your pick."

Fu Haitang's lazy and mellow voice came, and he didn't know what kind of favor Shen Lanyin had done him to make him patiently pay for her here.

Song Weiyu was a little upset and threw the album on the table. She didn't like brooches in the first place. The cheongsam she often wore needed to be pressed instead of brooches.

He closed the shawl on his legs and said, "Nian, please pick two for me. The main reason is that the needles are longer and the needle points are sharper."

He stretched out his hand and gestured: "It's about this long, at least 7.8 centimeters."

Li Nian didn't know why she had such a strange request, but she still told the clerk about it.

He handed the bill folder to the clerk and said, "Do you know Mr. Fu?"

The clerk nodded hurriedly.

"Bring the bill to Director Fu and ask him to sign to pay for it."

The clerk didn't know what the relationship between this woman and Dong Fu was, but she didn't dare to be so reckless as to ask for money from the man who was chatting and laughing with other women on the sofa.

One hundred million...one hundred thousand, one million...that's still a lot of money.

His face looked troubled.

Li Nian raised his eyebrows and did not embarrass her. He called Shao Guoren over with his hook: "Husband, give it to Wei Yu's husband and ask him to pay the bill."

"Yes~"

Shao Guoren didn't know about the divorce between the two, so he directly put the bill folder in front of Fu Haitang: "Husband...ah, no. Brother, my sister-in-law fell in love with it. Please sign and pay as soon as possible."

Fu Haitang glanced at the black bill folder, reached out to catch it, and his expression softened slightly.

I have to admit that paying bills for the woman you love is very ambiguous. So every time he paid Song Weiyu's bill, the more she spent, the more comfortable he felt.

However, when Shen Lan heard the word sister-in-law, she paused slightly and turned to look at the window.

Only then did she see Song Weiyu in a wheelchair, waving to her with a slight smile.

The smile on his face was very light, like a gun with a silencer, as if he planned to kill her silently.

Remembering that I had acted coquettishly towards Fu Haitang just now, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. In particular, the person pushing the wheelchair behind was Song Weiyu's strongest assistant, Li Nian.

Shen Lanyin took a deep breath, but quickly reacted.

Fu Haitang had such a good attitude towards her today, but turned a blind eye to Song Weiyu. There must be some problem between the two.

Song Weiyu was very white, and her fingers were as white as green onions, so her eyes were immediately attracted to Song Weiyu's hot, red middle finger.

The wedding ring she had been wearing was gone!

Could it be that we left?

The uneasiness in his eyes was instantly replaced by joy, and he bravely stood up to greet Song Weiyu: "Director Song is here too. Brother Fu didn't mention you. I thought he came alone. It's all my fault. I was busy picking out rings. I didn’t see you…”

Brother Fu, Director Song, the difference between the inside and the outside is so clear.

Still choosing a ring?

Song Weiyu pursed his lips and loaded the gun. It's not that I'm jealous, it's just that I just want to vent my anger from being hospitalized these days.

"Oh, choosing a ring? If you had told me earlier, I would have told you not to throw away the wedding ring I have worn for more than 20 years, but to give it to you directly."

After speaking, he raised his middle finger that was as hot as a hot pepper to Shen Lanyin and made an international gesture: "Look, it turns out he is wearing this finger."

Shen Lan's face turned blue and red as she looked at her gesture.

She glanced at Fu Haitang, hoping that this man would say something for her.

Unexpectedly, the man on the sofa didn't react at all. He just raised the ends of his eyes slightly and typed quickly on WeChat with both hands.

That’s right, one day brings a hundred days of grace to a husband and wife. Especially how could a man of Fu Haitang's status defend other women in public and in front of his wife.

She could understand, "Director Song is joking. If the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come. Besides, I have already chosen a new ring today."

"Oh~ I bought a new one. I thought you just liked old things used by others. It seems I misunderstood. I'm sorry."

The hands that were typing rapidly on the sofa stopped, and the phone screen was blacked out.

You can't see the change in the man's expression from the profile, but the screen of his phone reflects the displeasure in his eyes.

Shen Lanyin immediately understood that no man could bear to be called a 'used old thing' by his ex-wife, let alone stomping his feet, the boss of Fu's family would have to shake his head.

Smiling softly and speaking professionally, she is very good at understanding men's psychology.

A woman like Song Weiyu, who is domineering, squeamish and spoiled with queen's disease, has to use softness to overcome strength.

Her voice was melodious and soft, with a tone of pitiful tone: "Dr. Song, in fact, sometimes, the old things you don't like are the ones that others can't read. If you really don't like it anymore, it's better to let it go." Let others cherish it."