Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Zhang Zhiwei straightened up as if he had seen Lord Yama, his face turning green and white. He turned around to look at Mr. Ma for help, but Mr. Ma's expression was deep and thought-provoking, and he ignored him at all.

"Fu...Dong? Why are you here?"

"Oh, and Mr. Shao... you two..."

Song Weiyu didn't hear Zhang Zhiwei's compliments.

She just felt like her whole body was frozen, and even her blood reminded her of the stolen kiss in the darkness in the elevator today.

Perhaps the alcohol took effect instantly, as her ears turned crimson and even her fingertips felt hot.

Fu Haitang snorted briefly, which was regarded as saying hello to Zhang Zhiwei. He strode directly to her with long legs, bringing a gentle and elegant woody fragrance.

His eyes glanced at her one-shoulder knitted dress, and he saw that her collarbone was stained red by alcohol.

Don't feel bad? Fake.

Song Weiyu sat quietly at the table, holding the slender stem of the cup, his posture relaxed, like a black swan, aloof and cold. But only she knew that her heartbeat was speeding up.

I can't help but wonder, is Fu Haitang here to protect others, or is he here to cause trouble?

In her eyes, a familiar hand appeared, clean and slender, wearing the watch and gray shirt she had given her.

He took the wine glass directly from her hand, shook it gently, and smelled the aroma of the wine.

"You dare to pour any bad wine in front of Mrs. Fu...Mr. Ma, the company is bankrupt? Can't you pay Manager Zhang's salary?"

Her voice was as low and lazy as ever, and each character was vying to penetrate her heart.

This is the first time he has said these three words, Mrs. Fu, after agreeing to the divorce.

Fu Haitang stood in the empty seat next to her, stretched out his arms, and poured wine directly on a plate of pan-fried cod. The white meat seeped into the red wine, making it look a bit strange and hideous.

Mr. Ma is considered a leader in the information industry, but for a wealthy family like Fu Haitang, whose ancestors have been in the industry for generations, he is completely unqualified.

"Director Fu, we just mentioned you to my wife, and you were so flattering." Mr. Ma stood up, changing from his previous depression, with a flattering smile on his face.

Fu Haitang glanced at Mr. Ma.

Dalala sat next to Song Weiyu, leaning on the backrest, tore off his tie and deliberately threw it in her hand.

She folded her hands and rested them on her legs. The dark patterned tie that suddenly appeared pressed heavily on her wrists, making her thin and white hands look even more delicate.

Fu Haitang's body temperature was still on the tie. She slightly bent her palms and held the tie lightly in her palm.

Watching her twisting the tie around her fingers, Fu Haitang's eyes dimmed.

Suddenly he remembered the image of her two thin wrists being tied together with a tie, letting him ravage her, unable to resist.

Even before I drank the wine, my heart beat faster. Fu Haitang raised his hand and opened the top two buttons of his shirt, swallowed his hoarse voice and said, "Open the wine."

Shao Guoren opened the wine they brought with his own hands. The dark red and translucent wine rolled into the decanter, stirring up a dry and low-acid aroma.

Song Weiyu glanced at the wine bottle out of the corner of her eye. It was her favorite vintage.

Zhang Zhiwei also looked at the expensive wine bottles and the plate of white and red pan-fried cod, and then he belatedly realized that Fu Haitang had come with bad intentions.

Is it too obvious that he covets Mrs. Fu?

But Fu Haitang had just arrived, how could he know?

And he... obviously pretends to be very restrained, but he has a thief's heart but not the courage.

"Director Fu, come here, we respect you." Zhang Zhiwei scolded the three male students, trying to hide his uneasiness.

Three 26-year-old doctors with science and engineering degrees, neither sitting nor standing. They didn't recognize the smiling but imposing Fu Dong in front of them at all.

I can only pick up the wine glass obediently and let others do what I want.

Fu Haitang held the stem of the glass and shook it gently. He looked away from her hand and said in a cold tone: "You three, have you graduated and just drink like adults? Alcohol paralyzes IQ. Mrs. Fu doesn't like people who are brainless. idiot."

Calm eyes turned to Zhang Zhiwei: "Manager Zhang loves to persuade people to drink, so he drank for them."

His tone allowed no rebuttal.

After saying that, Fu Haitang swung his wine and drank it in one gulp.

Shao Guoren immediately gave him another drink.

Mr. Ma also saw that Fu Haitang was embarrassing Zhang Zhiwei, so he cautiously came out to make a scene: "Manager Zhang is not a good drinker, but he is far behind our Director Fu. Let's talk slowly and drink slowly..."

"Manager Zhang has a bad drinking habit?"

Fu Haitang stretched out his hand to push away the long hair on Song Weiyu's shoulders, put his palms in, and held the back of her slender neck, "My wife is hot to the touch. She must have drank no less than three glasses... Otherwise, Mr. Ma will do it for him." drink?"

Only then did Song Weiyu confirm that he was here to cause trouble under the guise of protecting his shortcomings.

Today she offended her leader, Mr. Ma... He walked away after the divorce. How much effort did she have to put in to win back Mr. Ma?

"Mr. Ma has already drank a lot. I'm a little tipsy, so don't drink tonight."

While speaking for Mr. Ma, she tilted her head slightly, trying to get out of his grasp.

But she felt his fingertips scratching harshly, and a rough touch instantly bloomed from her neck, and she froze.

Fortunately, his long hair was blocking it... others couldn't see his evil hands.

Fu Haitang chuckled twice, and continued to measure her temperature with her hands as her temperature climbed steadily: "Okay, listen to Mrs. Fu. Since Mr. Ma drank a lot, what about Manager Zhang?"

Zhang Zhiwei was embarrassed and raised a decent smile: "Yes, I want to drink. Thank you, Director Fu, for giving me the opportunity. I really didn't drink enough of this wine..."

He drank a full cup in one gulp and went to get a second cup.

Song Weiyu frowned. She had offended a professional manager before she officially entered the industry. Wouldn't this ruin her reputation in the industry?

"Mr. Zhang, please don't take it seriously. We, Director Fu, are joking with you. Stop drinking."

Song Weiyu turned to look at Fu Haitang, glared at him angrily, and signaled him to stop immediately.

Fu Haitang curled his lips and pinched her neck, "Okay, Mrs. Fu said I was joking, so I am just joking. Since Manager Zhang has had enough to drink, let's leave first. I have something to discuss with Mr. Ma, so I won't send it off." "

Song Weiyu's smile faltered, then stepped on his leather shoes and crushed them again.

After venting his dissatisfaction, he just wanted to take his foot back, but Fu Haitang's legs pinched him and held him back, making him unable to take it back.