Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Mr. Ma, long time no see. You are young again."

With a bright smile, she stepped into the familiar battlefield.

"Oh, I'm still young. Look at you, you don't look old. We stand together, like people from two generations." Mr. Ma stood up and shook hands, polite and thoughtful.

On the other hand, an elite man in a suit and leather suit next to him couldn't help but glance at Song Weiyu.

She had just taken off her coat, revealing a black knitted skirt with a straight collar. This kind of hip-hugging long skirt fits the body shape very well, and any imperfections are exposed.

But she was dressed perfectly, especially her slender waist connected to her curvy hips. If she was less, she would be slimmer, and if she was more, she would be plump.

The man squinted his eyes slightly and looked at her twice.

She is indeed Fu Haitang's woman. I used to feel that she had a beautiful figure just by looking at her from a distance at a cocktail party.

Looking closely today, this woman not only has a charming body, but her eyes and temperament also have a charm given by time, she is like a fairy.

No wonder Fu Haitang has been so obsessed with it for so many years.

Looking at it with his eyes and thinking about it in his mind, his palms itched. He stood up and shook hands with Song Weiyu: "I have long admired my name, Director Song. It is extraordinary to meet you today. My name is Zhang Zhiwei, and I am the manager of the User Growth Department of Ma Corporation."

The two shook hands, and they should have only held it between the fingers, but he squeezed it into the palm of his hand.

His eyes were slightly frivolous and his manners towards ladies were a bit poor. Song Weiyu was a little disdainful to deal with it. But he still smiled politely, raised his status a bit, and called Mr. Zhang.

After all, now, she is no longer the president of Fu's, but just an unknown company owner.

She also needs to rely on Mr. Ma as her leader to reach the upper reaches of the industry.

As soon as they sat down, Zhang Zhiwei offered a toast.

Song Weiyu glanced at the wine bottle that the waiter opened. It was not the bottle she brought.

What rubbish wine... She rolled her eyes inwardly.

But Fu Haitang was not here, and there was no one to stop her drinking. If he were here, he would have asked the waiter to leave without mercy, and then said lightly: "My wife is very delicate and cannot drink such cheap wine, so I brought it."

His thoughts drifted away, only to be pulled back by her.

Just drink it.

There will be no shortage of low-end drinking establishments like this after divorce, so you should get used to them first.

After drinking a few drinks, she felt an unpleasant sour feeling in her stomach. She took two bites of green vegetables to suppress it.

Mr. Ma mentioned Fu Haitang many times. It turned out that they all thought Fu Haitang would accompany her to attend tonight.

"Mr. Song, your boss is following you closely. Why didn't you come today? I also wanted to talk to him about investing in the self-media industry..."

"That's right. Fu Dong just sprinkles water, which is enough for us to work for a year." Zhang Zhiwei agreed.

Song Weiyu's temple felt like it was exploding, and it started to hurt suddenly.

If this group of people knew that she had divorced Fu Haitang and left home, her road would be unimaginably difficult.

So before we get divorced, we can still use Mrs. Fu’s reputation quickly!

"Dr. Fu has other arrangements today, so he didn't come. Next time I will call him, Mr. Ma, we are all old friends. Let's get together alone next time."

After perfunctoryly, after three rounds of drinking, Song Weiyu really couldn't get used to drinking this bottle of red wine, and felt vaguely nauseous.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at her red cheeks and stood up again to get her some wine.

He held the wine bottle in his hand, but his eyes glanced at Song Weiyu's collarbone that disappeared into the shoulder, followed the curve downwards, his eyes fixed on the plump chest, and he swallowed.

This girl has such a great figure.

It should be skinny, it should be big. If you pinch her waist and bump into her... tsk.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at her dishonestly and unknowingly drank more wine.

Song Weiyu looked at the almost full goblet, his thin eyebrows frowned slightly, showing displeasure.

If you drink this, you will go crazy tonight.

The three young men opposite were also filled with wine. They all looked a little worried, but because of Zhang Zhiwei's face, they did not dare not drink.

In the company, technicians are always suppressed by management.

Especially at this table, there are several fresh graduates with Ph.D.s in information engineering who look clear and innocent...

They all stared at the wine glasses in front of them, as if they were about to cry.

Song Weiyu's peripheral vision fell on the carpet, and he only glanced at the shoes of these three young people under the table. He knew that they were diligent and thrifty students, who had probably not graduated yet and were looking for investment.

Zhang Zhiwei pretended to be an experienced person and reminded the three science and engineering men, "Don't you want to find investment for the program in your hand? Our President Song is the most suitable. She happens to want to make self-media software... and ah, our President Song is the most suitable What is not lacking is money…”

The boy in the middle of the three gritted his teeth and stood up to make a toast.

His face turned red before he even opened his mouth. He couldn't say anything nice and drank a whole glass of red wine in one gulp.

Song Weiyu leaned back on his chair and showed a gentle smile, "You three can't drink, don't drink, eat more food."

This crappy wine is less than 100,000 yuan a bottle, and it’s enough to give her a bath, so what’s there to drink?

Zhang Zhiwei filled the young man's glass with wine again, "Mr. Song is ordering you...eat the food first, then drink more. Come on, each of you toast to Mr. Song. Thank you Mr. Song for giving you the opportunity to demonstrate the program."

Song Weiyu rolled his eyes speechlessly, but because of Mr. Ma's face, he could only suppress the anger in his heart.

So frustrating.

If Fu Haitang were here...

His fingers pinched the goblet, and his fingertips turned white. I didn't want to drink it at all, I wanted to just splash it on Zhang Zhiwei's face.

What era are you in, and you still have such a low-level wine table culture?

But the three young men were already standing up with red faces, holding wine glasses...

Song Weiyu cursed secretly: Zhang Zhiwei didn't dare to offend her, so he used other people's power to get her drunk, you villain.

He looked down at the wine glass again, feeling dizzy now. If she drank these three glasses again, she would definitely be drunk to death.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were already shining when he looked at her. He was really looking forward to Song Weiyu drinking this glass of wine. He would probably be pink all over his body...

"Mr. Song, come on... let's drink a toast." He drank first.

Seeing that he drank not a drop left, Song Weiyu could only twist the cup resignedly.

Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, the private room door was pushed open.