Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

In the evening, Fu Haitang was having dinner with friends from investment banks.

It is a courtyard-style restaurant decorated in a new Chinese style. It usually only receives high-end customers, and the whole restaurant has a sense of luxury.

At the wine table, the investment bank boss flattered Fu Haitang: "Director Fu, why didn't you bring your wife with you today? I specially chose this Chinese restaurant because I thought your wife would like it."

He had prepared a strategy in advance and knew that Mr. Fu was a famous wife slave.

Fu Haitang looked like he was about to smile, and followed his words and asked: "Boss Zhang, why do you think she likes it here? Have you met her?"

"Of course I have. Mrs. Fu has a gentle and charming personality. To be honest, I have never seen a woman who looks better in a cheongsam than your wife! The smell of an oriental woman in her is very similar to this restaurant. The atmosphere fits perfectly.”

Boss Zhang felt that he was right to praise.

The investment bank boss had begged Shao Guoren for a long time before he invited Fu Haitang to have dinner with him. In fact, he was not familiar with him.

People at the same table who were familiar with Fu Haitang fell silent when they heard this.

Shao Guoren directly stuffed his mouth with beef, fearing that he would curse directly.

There's something wrong, why are you staring at someone's wife so carefully? Who doesn’t know that Fu Haitang is a master who would prick out your eyeballs if you look at his wife one more time?

Fu Haitang turned the wine glass in his hand, stopped smiling, and raised his eyes: "Gentle? Haha... Then have you ever seen my wife wearing high heels and a Soviet-style cheongsam, blowing other people's heads open?"

"That's what it's called."

Boss Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that everyone else at the table was looking at him solemnly, as if they were in a meeting.

Wrong praise?

Impossible, every man doesn't like to hear other men praise his wife.

"Director Fu... I also brought a gift to your wife. It is fragrant cloud gauze that has been boiled and dried by the master of intangible cultural heritage. You can take a look at it."

Boss Zhang took out a heavy box like a treasure, placed it on the table, opened it, and gently opened the white gauze of the package, revealing a pile of silky satin inside.

Under the bright white light in the private room, the satin shone with a faint green color and was extremely lustrous.

Fu Haitang stretched out his hand and kneaded it and nodded: "The front spray is heavy forged, which is very suitable for this season. Boss Zhang is interested. Next time, I will ask Mrs. Fu to perform a dildo for you in person to thank you."

Shao Guoren swallowed a mouthful of beef and stood up to smooth things over: "Boss Zhang, our Director Song does not wear materials given by others. Her clothes are all made of materials and styles selected by my eldest brother himself. This... what kind of yarn, you still Take it back."

For the next hour, Fu Haitang looked uninterested, glancing at the silk piece thrown aside from time to time.

Her first piece of clothing every autumn must be made of Yun brocade, which is ordered in early spring.

He was very demanding, and it had to be hand-knitted.

So that Yun brocade, a flower puller and a weaver worked together to weave more than ten meters a year, and the weaving progress had to be reported to him from time to time.

As for her, she just wears it and doesn't care about anything else.

When autumn arrived, when ginkgo leaves covered the ground in the capital, the first thing she did every morning was to stand up and look at the sofa directly opposite.

If it's empty, he will fall down again, bang his head into his chest and yell: When will Fu Haitang's brocade be delivered this year? Fu Haitang, have you forgotten my ingredients? Fu Haitang, go and hurry up, Fu Haitang...

It wouldn't be a day late, I just wanted him to knit it himself.

That is to say, he doesn't know how to weave brocade. If he really knows how to weave brocade, he really wants to weave it himself.

Fu Dong, who was at the dinner table, burst into laughter, and a soft light flashed in his eyes.

Only when he reacted did he realize that his mind had been taken away by that heartless woman again.

She threw herself into her arms, frowning and calling Fu Haitang, like a glass of cherry champagne, with bubbles popping in her heart and a sweet aroma.

The feeling of really holding her in his arms made his palms hot and his heart itchy.

He drank the tea in the cup in one sip, stood up and said to Shao Guoren: "Today is mine, I have to leave first if there is an emergency."

The tailor called him this morning. The new clothes are more than halfway completed. The cheongsam, shawl, vest, and skirt have been completed.

But the improved Ming Dynasty jacket is still being sewn.

Thinking of this improved coat, he chose a light Yunxia purple color, and the collar and cuffs were made of dense fox velvet of the same color. The production and dyeing were very complicated, and the button collar and collar were all made with new and improved techniques. No matter how long the construction period was, he was willing to do it. wait.

Because she matches lilac very well, especially with this new Chinese style.

When there was heavy snow in the sky, she stood in the vast snow, fair and cold, like a traveler between the vast world.

It's just that I can't get it today, and the construction period is expected to wait until the first snow day.

The tailor originally planned to send someone to deliver it together when it was ready.

Now, he couldn't wait to get it himself, it would be fine if he could get the cheongsam first. It takes four hours to go back and forth. If we leave now, we can reach the hospital before 12 midnight.

When she opens her eyes tomorrow morning, she will see the gift box on the sofa.

Like every year before.

The Bentley was speeding on the road in the suburbs of Beijing. The street lights flashed across the dark car body, and the man's face in the driver's seat could not be seen clearly.

But judging from the speed of the car, he was so anxious that he wanted to break through time and space.