Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She has always had a good figure, her shoulders and neck are stretched and soft, and her hair is randomly scattered around her slender neck, revealing a little bit of fair skin.

Especially standing in front of Chen Fang, she is petite and charming.

Originally, she was standing by his side.

But now, although the two of them are in the same space, they seem to span a galaxy in the middle, with no edge visible in the distance.

In the quiet atmosphere, no one spoke, but the three of them felt uncomfortable.

The embarrassment was tugging at me, my heartbeat was racing, and the temperature in the elevator seemed to have risen.

No matter how stubborn Ah Yuan was, he still noticed something was wrong. He scratched his head and looked at Fu Haitang again: Oh, why do I look so familiar? This seems to be my sister-in-law's ex-husband, the CEO of Fu's.

No, the second master said, the eldest sister-in-law is not divorced yet.

Then the boss is the spare tire?

……

The relationship was so complicated that he was stunned and pulled his hair out in frustration.

Just as they were about to reach the first floor, "Boom..." the elevator suddenly stopped, triggering the self-protection mechanism. Then the elevator lights flickered out.

Song Weiyu swayed violently with the inertia, and the wound on his foot immediately hurt, and his body became unsteady.

The moment she was about to fall, she felt a hand appear on her waist to steady her. But then his arm was held by someone again, and before he could react, he was pulled away by the hand on his arm.

"Well……"

His whole body fell into a generous embrace, and his hands subconsciously climbed up to the man's chest for support.

Almost at the same moment, the mild and clean smell of cedar poured into the nose...and a familiar touch.

She was stunned, her eyes widened and her mind went blank.

The darkness lasted less than three seconds. When the light from her mobile phone illuminated the entire elevator, she saw herself leaning in Fu Haitang's arms, still holding the shirt around his waist.

With her lips slightly open, she suddenly let go, an unnatural blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Sorry, I didn't step on Mr. Fu, did I?" She immediately let go and tried to get out of his arms, but was held down by her waist.

"So polite?" Fu Haitang curled his lips slightly, "The marriage is not divorced yet, so you can step on it as you wish."

The light from the mobile phone was not enough to see everyone's facial expressions clearly. In the dark and hazy elevator, half of Chen Fang's body was immersed in the shadow of the light, and his expression was cold.

Ah Yuan felt that he would draw his gun in the next second. He poked at the door button like a woodpecker, hoping that the elevator would be able to open the protective mechanism at some point, allowing sunlight to penetrate and relieve the atmosphere that gradually dropped to freezing point.

Fu Haitang lazily leaned against the elevator wall, looking back at Chen Fang with a smile, but with a little force of his fingers, he secretly pinched Song Weiyu's waist.

She froze, her face turned redder, and she shouted, "Let go."

Fu Haitang looked away from Chen Fang and tilted his head slightly to her ear. The voice was low and pure, only two people could hear: "Your lipstick today is a little sweet."

The hot breath hit her earlobe, and a numbness rose from bottom to top, and she quickly pushed him away.

Before Song Weiyu could get angry and give him an elbow, he let go of his hand and the elevator door opened.

Fu Haitang crossed Chen Fang, ignored his gloomy eyes, stepped out of the elevator and walked out. Before getting in the car, he raised his hand and wiped his lower lip with his thumb, and a touch of light red appeared between his fingers.

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Chen Fang sent Song Weiyu to the industrial park. Along the way, neither of them mentioned what happened just now.

Even without divorce, he still has no position.

It's just that the closer he feels that hope is, the more worried he feels. Thinking back to Fu Haitang's move in the elevator just now, he pulled her over so neatly that no one could resist.

Now, every time he sees Fu Haitang, he becomes more worried.

The air pressure in the car was a little low. Song Weiyu looked at Chen Fang's tense profile and put his hand into his palm.

He hooked his fingertips and spoke proactively: "I'll call you after the party tonight. Can you pick me up? Let's go home together..."

go home together.

This sentence touched Chen Fang's soft nerves. Although his heart was still filled with anxious pain, it was also a little sweet. He clasped the palm of his hand and said, "Okay, I'll pick you up."

In the evening, the sunset glow resembles a huge camellia blooming among the clouds.

As we enter November, the weather is cold enough, but it’s still far from snowing.

Song Weiyu wore a black knitted dress with a one-line collar that reached her calves, and a loose waist-tied coat casually draped over it.

He and Ah Yuan walked to the company's underground garage.

Ah Yuan frowned and stared at her bare ankles: "Sister-in-law, you will be cold if you don't wear socks, and you will get rheumatism and cold legs when you get old."

Song Weiyu stood by the car door and looked at his pointed-toe high heels. His face was more serious than ever before: "What you said is wrong."

"Ok?"

"Your sister-in-law, I will never grow old."

……

Ah Yuan wanted to refute, but forget it. When the second master gave him pre-job training, he said: There is only one truth in this world, that is, women are what they say.

No matter what your sister-in-law says, you just need to agree.

If your sister-in-law does something that goes beyond your worldview and you really can't agree with it, go to the boss and let him solve the problem.

Ah Yuan got in the car, thought deeply, and sent Chen Fang a WeChat message: "Sister-in-law goes barefoot without socks in winter."

Zongheng, Chen Fang was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, a few buttons on his chest unbuttoned, and he had just finished punching, and hot sweat was dripping down his muscles.

Staring at the phone, half-smiling.

He didn't want to go back, but he was afraid that this stupid boy would freeze Song Weiyu, so he replied in a good-tempered manner: "No matter where you go, use the underground garage."

The constant temperature at home and at work is 21 degrees. Every time before she gets in the car, he will heat the car in advance so that she won't get cold at all, so she is used to wearing less.

When we arrived at the restaurant, it was completely dark, and there were a few stars vaguely hidden in the blue sky, far apart.

Walking along the bluestone road, she decided on a Chinese garden-style restaurant, which was quiet and stylish.

Mr. Ma has already arrived at the private room, bringing with him several friends from the industry.

There were several young people sitting next to them, wearing glasses and plaid shirts. Their hands were clenched uneasily, and they looked very young.