Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu clenched his palms and stared at the sofa for a few seconds.

It wasn't until Hao Te helped her to the desk that she came back to her senses. He didn't look at the clothes on the sofa anymore, but he heard the sound of showering in the bedroom inside.

Assistant Yu narrowed his eyes: Didn't he say he wouldn't wash it, huh... man.

He quickly poured tea for Song Weiyu: "Director Song, your tangerine peel white tea."

This white tea is what Song Weiyu is used to drinking. Fu Haitang specially sent people to Xinhui to select the tangerine peel. Each piece is soft and shiny. He will cut it into small strips for her in his spare time, and then mix it with the white tea. At the same time, I told her to marinate it first.

It was just like pickles, but luckily she couldn't tell the difference, so she just let him pickle them.

I used Fu Haitang’s ceramic cup.

In fact, she has her own special cup in Fu Haitang's office. Hers is sprinkled with gold and white, and his is sprinkled with silver and gray. They are a pair.

However, every time she came, she would drink the water from Fu Haitang's cup instead of using her own. So Fu Haitang was used to soaking her favorite drinks in his own water glass.

Once, another company boss came to Fu Haitang to discuss business and brought Tiyan tea. In order to make some polite remarks, he asked him what kind of tea was brewed in the cup. It was very fragrant and rich.

Fu Haitang picked up the cup and showed it to the boss. It was full of roses, red dates, longan and old ginger.

The boss looked shocked at the time and praised him: No wonder Director Fu looks so young because he takes good care of himself.

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Song Weiyu couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this.

Unconsciously, she reached out and touched the wall of the cup. It was a little hot. She felt pain and immediately stopped laughing.

I lowered my head and flipped through the contract again, and saw the traces left by those tears.

I thought there would be no traces, but I wiped it off so quickly, but it still left a trace of its existence. I don’t know how deep a mark these 30 years of marriage will leave.

Assistant Yu asked softly: "Director Song, do you need me to urge Director Fu?"

"No, let him... take it easy."

There are two people's clothes on the sofa, and maybe there are two people in the bathroom as well. It's so impolite to push them.

Song Weiyu looked up at the bedroom door. Ebony stripes, very beautiful solid wood, were her favorite texture.

But now I feel that it is very ironic.

She suddenly felt that she should not wait in his office, and the divorce should save the last face of the two of them.

Or maybe he was afraid that he would see two people coming out of his bedroom later.

Will you be angry or angry?

Perhaps he is ashamed of himself.

"Let's go out and wait." The document was placed on her lap. She tried hard to swallow the discomfort in her throat and let Hao Te help him out.

When walking out, Assistant Yu saw Shen Lanyin's coat on the sofa.

He was instantly down.

He seemed to understand why as soon as he entered the door, Director Song's arrogance disappeared, and instead he felt a layer of sadness.

It was over. His job as a millionaire special assistant had come to an end. Now, he felt that he was also covered with a layer of sadness.

"Well...Director Song, actually these clothes." Assistant Yu was halfway through explaining when the sound of the bedroom door opening came from behind.

Fu Haitang heard a sound outside and thought it was Assistant Yu cleaning up the office, until he just heard the sound of "Song Director".

He hurriedly changed into new trousers, and came out with water beads still hanging on his upper body. His voice was cold and dissatisfied: "Assistant Yu, are you treating my office as a vegetable market? You can come in when you want, and leave when you want?"

The three people standing turned around in response, but the one in the wheelchair couldn't.

Gu Zhen's eyes widened: Tsk, Fu Haitang has a decent figure. His muscles are well-proportioned and strong, but not too ostentatious. I hadn't noticed before, but he was almost 190cm tall. No wonder Song Weiyu always looked so petite next to him.

I sighed: Song Weiyu ate so well.

Make fun of yourself: Li Hyuk’s worthless things...

Yu Teshu hesitated to speak and raised his chin on the sofa. Fu Haitang looked into his eyes and noticed that there was an extra piece of women's clothes.

He frowned and his eyes fell on the wheelchair again.

She didn't look back, and could only see her silky hair draped over her shoulders, with one side tucked behind her ears. A small bit of moon-white ears could be seen in his place.

There was the smell of tangerine peel in the air, and he saw a steaming glass of water on his desk.

One in and one out, because of that woman's clothes?

A steady voice came from the wheelchair: "Let's go out first and come in after Fu Dong has finished cleaning up."

Fu Haitang chuckled and said with amusement: "Okay, then please go out and wait, Mr. Song. I'm almost done here, and I won't keep you waiting for too long."

After saying that, he returned to the bedroom.

The door was slammed shut.