Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He stared at the tear stain, too focused on it, and his fingers trembled slightly as if they were burned by non-existent heat.

No one could tell what he was thinking.

With a professional smile, Gu Zhen said calmly: "I'm sorry, Director Fu. Director Song was a little anxious when he signed, and he didn't notice that he had water on his hand. It does not affect the legal effect, nor does it affect your signature."

The sadness and loneliness in Fu Haitang's eyes quickly shrank back into his chest.

He looked at the three characters 'Song Weiyu' with cold eyes, and he could imagine her eagerness when she signed the name just after washing her hands and didn't have time to dry them.

Are you in a hurry?

Come and beg me if you are in a hurry.

Fu Haitang raised his hand and threw the document back: "See you off."

Assistant Yu rushed away immediately: "Please leave immediately. If it exceeds 30 seconds, I will contact the security department to politely ask you to leave. There are still 20 seconds left."

Gu Zhen stood up and felt the seriousness on Assistant Yu's face. As expected of Fu Haitang's special assistant, he carries himself with dignity when he is serious.

She knew that if someone tried hard at Fu's, she would definitely be thrown out. So the last sentence has to go deep into Fu Haitang's heart.

"Director Fu, what do you want from the whole capital? There is really no need to entangle a woman who doesn't love you at all, right? Besides, you know better than anyone else how much she wants a divorce. Her attitude in the past ten days has said everything, right? ?It’s impossible for you two to go back.”

Assistant Yu looked at his watch and said coldly: "5 seconds."

Gu Zhen picked up the documents, gave the special assistant a hard look, and left the office.

Assistant Yu even slowed down his breathing, fearing that his presence would make the boss feel uncomfortable. He walked quietly to the door, leaving this huge office to himself.

The air is extremely quiet.

Fu Haitang leaned on the sofa dejectedly, his eyes passing through every part of the office.

When it was being renovated, designers were working on the other floors, but she only gave advice to the president's office floor.

She said that this layer should be all striped ebony, not because it was solemn and elegant, but because striped ebony matched her clothes very well.

She said she wanted to look as beautiful as a painting wherever she stood.

Haha, now that I think about it, I still want to laugh.

Fu Haitang showed an inappropriate and extremely gentle wry smile on his face. After a brief laugh, a huge sense of disparity followed.

She would never come to the company again, nor would she stand in front of the huge wooden background board, point to a small but lifelike little fairy inside, and ask him with raised eyebrows: "Fu Haitang, do you know which road this is?" Immortal?"

Of course he didn't know it. He only knew how much this exquisite and huge wooden carving cost him.

The money for a villa was just to coax her out of the blue idea.

Song Weiyu, am I not treating you well?

Why do we have to divorce?

How good can Chen Fang be to you?

You would rather follow him than the road ahead will be full of dangers, so it's not because I'm good to you or not, nor is it because he's any better than me.

Just because you love him, right?

Fu Haitang felt suffocated and unbearably distressed when she thought that all her hearts were in love with other men. The heart that was beaten to pieces by her slap was left with only a lingering breath. It would be a dereliction of duty to not provide him with blood oxygen to survive, but to only beat for her.

It's quite worthless.

Fu Haitang stood up and walked around the office, his mind constantly recalling what she said that day and the slap.

My heart gradually calmed down.

The hollow feeling in his heart that day came again. He suddenly felt that this slap was so good. Every time he thought about it, his heart no longer hurt.

Of course something that is completely dead cannot be conscious.

He called Assistant Yu: "Last time, I asked Mr. Shen to help with the jewelry store. Has she done it yet?"

"That store is a Mongkok store in the central business district. The landlord doesn't want to sell it, but for your sake, he raised the market price by 20%. With Mr. Shen's help in negotiating a peace, the contract has been signed. According to your Purchased in the name of Director Song on his orders."

Assistant Yu took out a stack of documents: "This is the decoration renderings. Construction started yesterday. The French-style cafe has three floors. After the decoration, it will look like a large bookstore-like cafe. The venue is open and leisurely, and it is a large-scale cafe." The young lady’s favorite style.”

Assistant Yu didn't understand that such a three-story central store with an area of ​​nearly 900 square meters was going to be turned into a coffee shop that made no money.

That coffee shop, from the first floor to the third floor, is full of romantic ideals.

There is no possibility of making a profit, and it is estimated that even staff wages cannot be earned.

However, he had also met Fu Chunhe's girlfriend several times, a woman who lived in the air and did not eat the grains of the world.

This coffee shop is really suitable for her. She can read books, draw pictures, and play with flowers and plants in the shop when she has nothing to do. It seems that everything in the outside world has nothing to do with her.

Is this considered a betrothal gift for her?

Fu Haitang was too lazy to listen to the details. He slumped in the boss's chair and looked out of the French window, and finally said:

"Well, after the decoration is completed, I will give it to Su Jin in the name of her mother-in-law."