Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Even though his feet were hooked, Song Weiyu still tried his best to maintain the posture of his upper body. The chin is raised slightly, and the shoulder line outlines the smooth curve of the shoulder and neck, which is elegant and noble.

Under the table, my calves were stretched straight, and I couldn't pull them out after several attempts.

"You're so annoying, let go..."

She gritted her teeth and cursed softly, not caring whether Zhang Zhiwei drank the remaining two glasses of wine.

While their legs were tangled up and down under the table, Zhang Zhiwei had already picked up the remaining two glasses of wine and drank them all.

"Mr. Shao, please refill it for Manager Zhang."

Fu Haitang's face was still elegant and plain, and his figure was lazily leaning on the back of the chair. But under the table, he had deliberately rubbed off one of the woman's high heels, and Song Weiyu was standing on tiptoe, groping for his own high heels.

He lowered his eyes, looked at her slightly bony feet and straightened calves, and raised the corners of his mouth.

He stretched his legs and put his feet under hers, leaving her barefooted.

The cool feeling on the surface of the leather shoes was quickly heated up by the body temperature hitting up and down. Song Weiyu's ears turned completely red. He reached out and brushed the hair around his ears, and pulled the thick tablecloth between the two of them to cover it.

Shao Guoren picked up the bottle of bargains originally on the table and walked towards Zhang Zhiwei.

"Don't dare, don't dare bother Mr. Shao, I'll do it myself..." Zhang Zhiwei took the wine bottle and filled it himself, regretting staring at Song Weiyu's waist tonight.

But... you wouldn't want to drink him up like this?

Song Weiyu came to his senses and was a little annoyed. The business was not concluded and a professional manager was offended.

Fu Haitang really wanted to block all her ways.

More and more, she felt that the hand he held on the back of her neck was full of control. She felt like a prey being held by someone's lifeline, and life or death was up to him.

Impatiently, he raised his hand to pull the hand behind his neck, held his wrist, pulled it down, and shook it aside.

With his head held high and his back straight, he looked more and more like a proud black swan, full of aggression.

Fu Haitang looked back at her, his frivolous eyes sliding from her back to her hip line, slender and smooth, with perfect curves.

He chuckled, leaned in and whispered: "Mr. Song, are you sure you want to offend me tonight? Then don't regret it."

Song Weiyu considered this sentence... and rolled his eyes at him...

I regret not kicking you out just now.

"Mr. Zhang, please stop drinking. Director Fu was really joking with you just now. You are an elite in this industry. I will have many questions to ask you in the future, so we will have many opportunities to drink in the future. Come on, let's eat some food first."

Song Weiyu smiled so hard that his eyes curled up, and he stood up and put a piece of crab meat into Zhang Zhiwei's white porcelain plate.

Fu Haitang's right hand rested on the back of her chair, and his left hand was inserted into the pocket of his trousers, showing an uninhibited attitude.

When she was about to sit down, he put his right hand close to her butt and squeezed it firmly.

Song Weiyu's face immediately heated up. He grabbed Fu Haitang's hand and controlled it tightly. He quickly looked at the people opposite him, fearing that he would be seen...

When he put his bare feet back on Fu Haitang's leather shoes, he came face to face with Zhang Zhiwei's slightly open mouth and stunned expression.

...He saw it.

Fu Haitang clasped her palm with his backhand and intertwined their fingers.

A low laugh escaped from his throat, like a sound vibrating from his chest, and he leaned closer to her: "I was discovered..."

Song Weiyu was filled with hatred and shame, and his neck was even redder than after drinking wine. What on earth was he going to do?

You're already divorced, why do you want to come here and cause trouble?

Why should she lose her partner and be embarrassed!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She pulled out the hand held by him, grabbed his tie, and threw it back into his lap. But I still have to hold back and not get angry at the dinner party.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and gave an official smile. With a sense of anger, I consciously accompanied Mr. Ma to a glass of red wine.

He also secretly sent a WeChat message to Fu Haitang:

[Fu Haitang, this is my company's business and has nothing to do with you. I'm not asking for your help. But don't come in front of me and mess up the situation, okay? 】

[Stay the wine and leave. 】

[Put your high heels on for me before you go! 】

After sending the WeChat message, he threw the phone away and ignored Fu Haitang. Continue talking and laughing, pushing cups and changing cups.

"At such a young age, Mr. Zhang has achieved this position without any external help. It is really admirable. He will definitely have a bright future in the future."

The implication: Fu Haitang, you are a rich generation relying on family power. You win because your surname is Fu!

Zhang Zhiwei was a little drunk, and his face turned red after being praised by her.

After half a minute, WeChat rang.

Song Weiyu turned on her phone and glared at the man sitting next to her, who was eating vegetables obediently, and whispered to him quietly: "Fu Haitang, please don't get in the way here. Leave quickly and don't bother me."

WeChat is Gu Zhen.

[Yu, guess what I found! 】

[Yunyi Technology... changed the chairman of the board of directors a week ago, and Mr. Ma was forced to resign because of this incident. 】

Song Weiyu looked at these two rows of words, and there seemed to be a roar in his head.

Did Fu Haitang just say... "Mr. Song, are you sure you want to offend me tonight? You will regret it."

The bad premonition came rushing in like a landslide, crushing the arrogance of her curse just now.

Turning his face slightly, Fu Haitang was picking the chopped onions on top of the salmon tartar.

I typed slowly with my weak fingertips: [The new chairman’s surname is not Fu...]