Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Hao Te pushed the wheelchair towards Fu Haitang.

He was leaning back on the boss's chair, tapping his fingers casually on the table, without even looking at the person in the wheelchair.

The further we walked, the stronger the smell of smoke in the air.

When she arrived, he lit a new one.

The smoke rose, and Fu Haitang's obscure eyes were washed away. He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and then looked at the man in the wheelchair.

Lost weight again.

The thin suspenders are faintly visible in the milky white cashmere cardigan. The two thin and concave collarbones fell just above the suspender skirt, and they formed a beautiful arc as she handed the documents.

Fu Haitang put the cigarette into his mouth again, took a deep breath, but did not take her documents, and looked at her leisurely, with a teasing smile on his lips.

"Director Song wants me to sign, so don't tell me, what kind of document is this? My Fu Haitang family has a big business, so it's impossible for me to sign just any document."

Gu Zhen stepped forward and said, "Dr. Fu, it's the document from yesterday. It's about the division of property in your divorce."

Fu Haitang raised his eyebrows and nodded, still looking at the bright face in the wheelchair. He saw that his lips were a little red and his complexion was still good. After all, he had a good foundation, but his chin was pointed again and it didn't look as round as before.

"Director Song, I'm waiting for your reply."

Gu Zhen glanced at Fu Haitang and found that he didn't listen to her at all.

"The content of the document is what my lawyer said, and there won't be any problems. If Director Fu is worried, he can hand it over to Fu's Legal Department for review verbatim."

She looked up and met his eyes.

If it had been before, she would have jumped up to him, asked him why he was smoking, and said it smelled terrible. Then she would have touched him all over, searching for the cigarette box like a police dog. Finally, after stroking it, he had tricked him into it. bedroom.

The whole morning will pass in the sticky blend.

Now, there was no emotion in her eyes, and those eyes were as calm as a clear water.

Fu Haitang suddenly threw away his cigarette and said to Assistant Yu: "Is the water ready? Bring it over and I will personally make tea for Mr. Shen."

Assistant Yu, like holding a time bomb, took the hot water bottle from the water bar to the desk, placed it steadily, and pointed his hand at Fu Haitang.

The boiling hot water poured out and hit the dry tea leaves, giving off a faint fragrance of tea. The tea soup became rich and shiny. Fu Haitang poured a glass of water slowly, closed the lid, and smiled at Shen Lanyin. : "Wait a moment, let it simmer for a while, the first brew of this white tea and tangerine peel is a bit harsh and has to be poured out. Let's not be in a hurry, just drink a cup."

These words seem to be saying, the taste of marriage is too bad, don't worry, we are getting divorced.

Song Weiyu has now found a self-abuse behavior that can replace pinching her palms. She also feels that pinching her palms is really easy to detect.

So from the moment she came in and saw Shen Lanyin getting dressed, she was biting the inside of her lower lip. When it became numb, she switched to the tip of her tongue.

Bite alternately.

The fragility and embarrassment are hidden, and all the expressions are calm and gentle.

"Director Fu, sign it. What's the point of delaying? Our marriage is divorced before you can have a drink."

Song Weiyu threw the document directly in front of him. She bit the tip of her tongue just now, and her good temper was almost worn away.

When she threw it, a thick pile of bound documents fell on the desk, making a dull but sudden sound, which startled Shen Lanyin.

Fu Haitang was in a good mood when he saw that the quiet inlet in her eyes was finally disturbed by him, "Are you anxious? You are so impatient when asking for someone's signature. Director Song, who gave you such a bad temper?"

"Director Fu, I don't have time to deal with you here. Didn't we all talk about it that night, and you agreed to the divorce. Don't forget, that night you also wished him and me a long life together."

Song Weiyu just wanted him to remember what happened that night.

Thinking of her kiss with Chen Fang, the slap she slapped on his face, and her saying, I don't love you at all.

Then Fu Haitang would quickly change his face, say harsh words to her, and sign in anger.

But this time, she didn't get what she wanted.

Fu Haitang sneered, looked at her from above, stretched out his fingers and wiped her hair back, his eyebrows full of sarcasm.

"Dr. Song, are you so anxious to become Mrs. Chen? Has the wedding date been set?"

The pain on Song Weiyu's tongue intensified, she pursed her lips, and a trace of blood smell spread out.

He squinted his eyes and stopped pretending to be a pitiful rabbit. The true nature of the fox was revealed with the bitten tip of his tongue.

She stood up with her hands on the handles of the wheelchair. Assistant Hao Te wanted to come up to help her, but she raised her hands and refused.

The wounds on my feet were squeezed by the high heels and it was very painful to walk.

She bent down and took it off, throwing it aside, and walked barefoot on the carpet.

The pain was greatly reduced, and she walked with ease. In a few steps, she reached Fu Haitang, leaned over and took the pen on his right hand, took off the cap of the pen, and pointed to the signature place: "Sign it for me right away."