Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang was leaning on the sofa, and everyone in the hall was looking at him.

Except Song Weiyu.

He reached out and took Shen Lanyin's black leather clip and signed his name neatly without hesitation.

After signing, he handed it directly to Assistant Yu who had just returned with Assistant Hao.

Assistant Yu Te was already sweating. He really couldn't find Director Song's ring, and he didn't know how to explain it to Fu Haitang.

He really didn't understand, both of them clearly cared about each other, so why did they have to cut each other out of their lives?

The flesh and blood are already together, will it really not hurt to peel off?

Taking a clip and peeking at the boss, he was still sitting on the sofa. He was sitting alone in the middle of the three-meter sofa. He was obviously dressed very elegantly and casually today, but he smelled of cruelty all over his body.

Before Director Song entered the store, although he seemed to avoid strangers, he was still elegant and easy-going, and looked dignified like a big shot in the Beijing circle.

But since Director Song entered the store, his unpredictable boss immediately changed his face, as if he was being manipulated.

Every move reveals: Is she looking at me? She should be looking at me, right? I have to say something to make her notice me, right?

Although others can't tell, Yu Teshu has been with Fu Haitang for more than 20 years. He knows what the boss wants to do with Fu Haitang's look.

Therefore, what the boss said today: I have known Mr. Fu for so many years and I feel like he is a stranger... as soon as he said it.

He quickly looked at Director Song's expression.

However, he met the murderous eyes of Hao Teshu who was pushing the wheelchair for Director Song. The two of them were going back and forth, looking at each other, both trying to avenge their boss.

He missed the flash of displeasure in Director Song's eyes.

Assistant Yu licked his lips and frowned slightly. This should be the end of the day, right? Fu Dong won't make trouble anymore, he still has to pay for Shen Lanyin's ring.

After thinking about it, I opened the bill folder and took a look at the signature. His pupils quickly dilated and he quickly closed his account folder.

My hands turned white when I squeezed them. This is such a bad sign...

Looking at the boss sitting on the sofa, money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.

Before he could calm down his anxiety about being a worker, the boss started acting like a monster again. Watching his gloomy face, he showed a miserly smile and gradually turned confused.

Over the years, every time Fu Dong challenged his wife's bottom line, she always had this ruthless expression.

And every time, Song Weiyu had to be made angry, lose his temper, throw things, jump on him, grab his tie, and beat him up, before he felt comfortable.

Assistant Yu Te stayed calm and moved closer to Assistant Hao, feeling a little safer.

Fu Haitang stood up and threw the unsigned brooch bill on Song Weiyu's lap: "Director Song, do you still remember what I told you yesterday?"

Remember, he said divorce.

He said you will not regret it.

He said that this was the last time he called her Mrs. Fu.

Fu Haitang sat back again, put his arms on the back of the sofa, and said lazily: "Director Song has such a good memory, I guess you don't need me to repeat it."

Song Weiyu looked at the list on his lap where he only wrote the word "Fu". The dragons and phoenixes were dancing, and the words were very beautiful.

He smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth: "Of course I don't need to repeat myself, Mr. Fu, because of your words, I laughed until midnight last night. Even my dreams were about parting ways with someone. You don't know how comfortable I slept last night."

Fu Haitang smiled innocently on his lips.

She said last night...

Fu Haitang's eyes darkened, looking bottomless, and his voice became deeper: "Why, Director Song dreamed that he and I, Lao Yan, were separated last night?"

Song Weiyu raised his chin.

She was still laughing until midnight. She cried so hard last night that she obviously fell asleep with tears in her eyes.

I only vaguely remember dreaming about the smell of tobacco on Chen Fang's body and the particularly familiar men's perfume, which mixed together to create another fragrance, which seemed to be the smell of osmanthus after the rain.

It lingers on the tip of the nose, feeling particularly familiar and reassuring.

She also dreamed of Chen Fang's hot hand holding her, which made her slowly stop crying and sleep somewhat comfortably.

"Of course I dreamed about it."

The key point that Song Weiyu affirms is that the labor and the swallow will fly separately.

After she said this, Fu Haitang looked straight over, making no secret of it. His eyes were a little unclear and sticky, which made her feel a little hot and a little flustered.

"Director Song, are you really sure that it was me who dreamed last night?"