Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Tsk.

It couldn't have come at a better time.

Butler Zhang secretly glanced at his master on the master's chair.

Got acupuncture.

He still kept pinching his eyebrows.

Butler Zhang grew up in the Fu family's old house, and his father was the previous housekeeper of the old house. So he has been with Fu Haitang since he was a child.

50 years old, 45 years of work experience.

"Assistant Hao Te, it's not Mr. Song. Isn't Madam here?"

"Director Song didn't come. She said she didn't want to come and asked me to clean it up myself. Just take away the ones she is used to and throw away the others. She can buy more."

Don’t want to come here…throw it away…buy it again…

These words are so familiar. A certain man just said that he would throw away everything that his wife had touched.

Two kinds of people cannot sleep in the same bed.

Butler Zhang tried to read some valuable information from Fu Haitang's face so that he could organize his next sentence.

But Fu Haitang hasn't solved the acupuncture point yet.

He looked even stiffer than before.

"Assistant Hao Te, my wife's things are very messy. Only the master can find the things she often uses. But the master was drunk last night and was sleeping. How about you take the wife back to clean it up?"

"Butler Zhang, there's no need to go to such trouble. Director Song said to only take the skin care products she's used to, and the most important thing, her pillow."

Everyone knows that Song Weiyu recognizes pillows.

Identical pillows, one at work, one in hospital, one in car, and one at home.

Butler Zhang is hesitating about how to trick his wife back.

Fu Haitang suddenly relieved himself, laughed sarcastically, rolled up his shirt sleeves, grabbed the car keys and walked out.

She thought nothing of pillows and slept on his arm 30 out of 28 days a month.

—

Assistant Hao Te returned to the hospital empty-handed.

Song Weiyu looked at him and raised his eyebrows: "Butler Zhang won't let you take it?"

"That's not entirely true. When I was in front of Fu's house, I happened to see Fu Dong driving out. I wanted to sneak in while Fu Dong was out, but..."

"Did he threaten you?"

Assistant Hao Te raised his glasses and denied: "It's not that serious, it just almost killed me."

—

An hour ago, at the door of Fu's house.

Fu Haitang was wearing the suit that he had slept on the ground all night, and his head was a little sloppy. Turning the steering wheel with one hand, he drove towards the door.

Once the license plate was recognized, the door opened automatically, and Assistant Hao wanted to take advantage of this gap to sneak in.

Unexpectedly, the car that was driving straight out the door suddenly accelerated towards him.

It was just half a meter short, and he mentioned that he was injured at work.

Only then did I realize that the entire driver's seat glass had rolled down. The boss rested his elbows on the car window. His noble and handsome face looked very lazy, but his eyes were sharp and deep.

"Assistant Hao Te, I heard that you are coming to get your Director Song's pillow?"

The voice was low and slow, and every word carried an invisible sense of oppression, going straight to Assistant Hao Te's head.

Before he could think of how to reply.

The boss looked at him sideways and straightened his elbow that was resting on the car window: "Yeah, I don't care about it either. Just cut it off."

"..."

In the ward, Assistant Hao Te described it vividly and in detail.

Song Weiyu kept his eyes lowered, playing with the tips of his fingers until they turned a little red.

Of course she recognized pillows. Fu Haitang bought her hundreds of identical pillows and kept them wherever she usually lived.

But when I sleep with him, most of the time I curl up in his arms and rest on his arm.

He has a big frame and is tall. He works out all the year round, and his arms are thick and strong. I felt particularly safe when I was buried in his arms at night.

She continued to pick at the inconspicuous hangnail on her finger, and a crooked idea came into her mind.

Then this arm, she has been using it for 30 years...

...Is it her personal property during the marriage?

Song Weiyu suddenly felt happy and felt stupid.

"Hmph, you should have been more decisive then and cut it off for him. He wouldn't care about it anyway."

I was thinking strangely in my heart, but the voice that came out was very calm, just like the cold wind outside the window.

"Ah, I don't dare to chop Dong Fu..."

Gu Zhen walked in with a stack of documents and happened to hear this sentence.

"What to cut?"

"Cut down the joint property of husband and wife." Song Weiyu raised his chin with a smile hidden in the corners of his eyes.

Assistant Hao Te immediately brought a chair to Gu Zhen.

Gu Zhen sat down and said seriously, "What about joint property? I'll help you make suggestions."

Seeing how interested she was, Song Weiyu became more excited. He immediately sat up straight and moved closer to Gu Zhen.

"You said that during the marriage, there was something that legally belonged to the man, but was actually used by the woman. How should this be divided?"

Gu Zhen frowned and fell into deep thought. This was not easy to determine legally. It could not be simply defined by ownership and use rights. The issues involved were too deep.

You have to ask about the details of use: "Does the man voluntarily let the woman use it?"

"Well... it's voluntary. The man is very happy. He has to force you to use it even if you don't need it!"

Oh?

Gu Zhen's frown deepened: "Then, does the woman use it frequently?"

Song Weiyu thought for a while and nodded solemnly: "Gao, you have to use it every night!"

Feeling that his testimony was too weak, he added: "I've been using it for 30 years, and I can't even sleep without it."

……