Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu didn't want to look into his eyes, so she focused her eyes on the buttons of his shirt, stared at the button and said, "What's the difference between being divorced and not divorced? Everyone has been brought to the office."

These words sounded like a piece of lemon, and she herself felt it was a bit sour.

Just when he wanted to save some face for himself, Fu Haitang's low and lazy voice came from above his head: "Just brought it to the office, Director Song was flipping like a jumping carp, if this is brought into the bedroom... Director Song can't, take me Is this office demolished?”

"It's not like it hasn't been dismantled..." She muttered softly.

Fu Haitang laughed twice, continued walking, put her on the desk to sit on, and then knelt down to take off her shoes.

"Remember that you dismantled it? It's not too heartless."

That year, the company recruited five new secretaries. A top student who had returned from studying abroad volunteered to be Fu Haitang's administrative secretary. She was tall, bright, enthusiastic and unrestrained, and she couldn't hide her ambition on the first day she arrived.

From morning to night, from Fu Haitang's tea to the aromatherapy in the bedroom, she wished she could put it away with her own hands.

He even changed Fu Haitang's shaving water without permission, as well as the spare shirt and tie he had in the office.

Song Weiyu didn't take her seriously at all, he just thought her tricks were funny.

But Fu Haitang allowed this female secret agent to act like a monster and never lost his temper.

Rumors spread in the company, and the female secretary became more and more unrestrained. She stayed in Fu Haitang's office all day. Every time she came out, her lipstick would be stained or her shirt would be unbuttoned.

Song Weiyu endured it for two months, until it was raining lightly outside. She looked out the window at the misty rain and felt very good. I just wanted to go to Fu Haitang's office to get a drink.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the female secretary fanning her rain-soaked chest in his office and calling out sweetly: "Director Fu, I'm wet. Can I use your bedroom to take a shower and change clothes?"

Fu Haitang turned around and saw Song Weiyu standing at the door with a dark face like the King of Hell. Without saying anything, he raised his eyebrows and leaned on the boss's chair. He said leisurely to the female secretary: "Okay."

The female secretary was excited for only three seconds when a high-heeled shoe flew from behind her, rubbed against her cheek and landed right in the boss's arms.

Not only was Fu Haitang not angry, he also smiled meaningfully while holding his high heels.

He said: "Mrs. Fu came back from studying in Japan? Did she learn to be a ninja? Why did she break her kung fu today..."

Before the female secretary could explain, Song Weiyu climbed onto the boss's chair with bare feet, straddled Fu Haitang's arms and beat him wildly. While beating him, he scolded: "Did I give you face? You challenged me once and twice. Hurry up." She opened it for me. Also, I replaced everything she touched!"

"Okay, okay, change, change everything."

"Did she touch you?" Song Weiyu stared at him with a cold face, sat on his lap, and looked at him from top to bottom with ill intentions.

At that time, Fu Haitang opened his hands, raised his waist and nudged her, with deep love hidden in his smile, and patiently coaxed: "Just check and make sure she doesn't touch even a finger. If Mrs. Fu doesn't believe it, go in." I’ll take off all my clothes in the bedroom for you to inspect.”

Song Weiyu blushed and said nothing, just pinched him. The two of them didn't care at all and still stood by and looked at the dumbfounded secret agent.

The secretary was worried: "Director Fu... I don't mean anything else. I just want to borrow a bathroom to wash up. Don't let Director Song misunderstand me. I also know Director Song's temper."

Song Weiyu rolled her eyes at her, she was a vixen, a special trait of the whole family.

She was too lazy to scold these little things that had just become sperms. She turned all her anger on Fu Haitang and bit him on the forearm.

Fu Haitang didn't take it out and let her bite it. He pointed at her little teeth and said secretly: "Did you see it? Mrs. Fu is a dog and she takes special care of her food. Go away quickly, I don't want to bite you anytime soon."

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At this moment, Fu Haitang threw away her high heels, pushed her knees away and stood in front of the desk, "What? Have you remembered? Remember how heartless you are?"

Song Weiyu held her jaw slightly, and those memories fell into the torrent that was about to overflow her. With Fu Haitang's low magnetic sound in her ears, it hit the dangerous dam.

She looked at Fu Haitang standing by the desk. The close distance made her panic. She wanted to squeeze her knees tightly, so she reached out and pushed his waist and abdomen: "Get out, don't be so close to me."

He couldn't move it at all. He hit it twice more, but he didn't move. He felt discouraged for a moment.