Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"what?"

Fu Haitang was still lying dejectedly on the sofa, and the solid wood metal ashtray on the coffee table was full.

He just refused to sign yesterday and now he comes to the door today?

Is she so anxious?

Assistant Yu took a look at the boss. He hadn't changed clothes for three days. The expensive suit was full of cigarette smoke. There were several small holes burned on the chest of his shirt by cigarette ash. The trousers were also wrinkled. His hair... well...

How is it different from the floating population under the bridge?

"Director Fu, do you want to take a shower and change clothes?"

As he spoke, Assistant Yu turned on the fresh air system and waved his hands in an attempt to drive away the smell of smoke from the office.

When Song Dong heard the smell of smoke, he had to curse again.

"No washing, no changing, no see. Let her go."

Fu Haitang stood up and finished issuing the order. His elbows fell on his thighs, and his hands were crossed and twisted together, not knowing what to think about.

Anyway, his face looks bad, and he is as heavy as the cumulonimbus clouds outside today.

Assistant Yu opened his mouth, looking embarrassed: You don't want to see her, can I stop her?

After leaving the door, Assistant Yu looked up and saw a woman with a smile as bright as a flower. Looking down, this woman's perfect figure was outlined in a cheongsam.

But the color of this cheongsam...why does it look so familiar?

"Mr. Shen, are you here?"

"Didn't I help Mr. Fu buy a shop a few days ago? He invited me to come today and said we would have a meal together."

Assistant Yu was skeptical because the man inside had not washed his hair or changed clothes for three days. How could he possibly ask someone to talk to someone at this time?

Assistant Yu looked at Shen Lanyin's cheongsam again. This color...

I seem to have seen it on Fu Dong’s computer before. At that time, he was choosing this year’s colors and styles for Song Dong. He took a look and it seemed like this...

Talk about white or not, talk about the color of green or not.

Like the crash of waves at dusk, it stirs up layers of white water spray, which is elegant and high-end.

"Then please wait a moment before you go in. I'll go and inform you first."

Shen Lanyin waved her hand and said gently: "No, I won't go in. I'll wait for him outside."

The relationship was good, and Assistant Yu didn't want to bother the boss all the time, so he took Shen Lanyin to the reception desk next to him and poured him a cup of green tea.

"Try this year's Mingqian New Longjing."

After serving Shen Lanyin, Assistant Yu hurriedly ran to the elevator. The elevator in the president's office has real-time monitoring in the car, which allows the secretary to check the visitors at any time.

Shen Lan looked at the green tea and sneered. Taking advantage of the absence of the special assistant, he turned around and entered Fu Haitang's office.

No one inside?

On the sofa is a pile of clothes, shirts, vests, and suit jackets.

She shouted several times, but no one answered. She walked cautiously to the bedroom. The sound of water came from the bathroom, indicating that she was taking a shower.

Looking in the direction of the bathroom, Shen Lan closed the door gently with nostalgia in her eyes, returned to the office, took off her fur shawl jacket, and threw it on the sofa, mixing it with Fu Haitang's suit. Together.

Seeing her clothes entangled with Fu Haitang's gray suit, Shen Lanyin felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Thanks to her knowing in advance, Song Weiyu was coming to Fu's today.

Then he went out again, returned to the reception room, and drank the cup of Longjing water with just the right temperature.

In the surveillance camera, Song Weiyu had already reached the 33rd floor.

Assistant Yu scolded Assistant Hao who was pushing the wheelchair, and then he stood respectfully at the elevator entrance and waited.

The elevator door opened. Before the special assistant could speak, Song Weiyu raised his hand and said, "Open the door of Fu Haitang's office for me."

The person in the wheelchair has a pale face and calm eyes. He is wearing a brown suspender skirt and a creamy white woolen cardigan. He is so gentle that he can speak so intimidatingly.

"Ok."

Assistant Yu demonstrated the phrase "Director Fu won't see you" a hundred times in his mind, but he couldn't even pronounce half a letter.

He ran ahead, muttering to himself: I just told you to take a bath and change clothes, but you didn't listen. Like a homeless man, I see how you can face such a beautiful ex-wife.

The door opened, and Hao Te helped Song Weiyu enter.

Familiar office, familiar everything.

But the smell of unexhausted smoke still lingered in the air. She frowned slightly, her eyes attracted by the pile of clothes on the sofa.

Under Fu Haitang's iconic gray suit, there is a women's shawl jacket.

The entanglement of hardness and softness seems to indicate that their owner is in the bedroom inside, making love.