Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Just as he took a step forward, the tie in his hand was grabbed by a force.

He paused, a smile flashing in his eyes. He tilted his head slightly and stared at the woman holding the other end of his tie.

"Mr. Song, what does this mean?"

"Dr. Fu, please sit down for a while..." His voice was softened by alcohol.

After saying that, he gently tugged on his tie, with obvious flattery in his peach blossom eyes.

Fu Haitang raised his eyebrows slightly, with an obscure smile, and said seriously: "Someone just sent me a WeChat message, saying that I was disrupting the situation and saying that I was redundant... and asked me to leave quickly."

Song Weiyu grinned, his eyes gleaming cunningly: "I will avenge Fu Dong and beat her, okay..."

She watched eagerly, holding the other end of the tie with her fingertips, circling it in a circle, vowing not to let go.

Fu Haitang chuckled briefly.

Even though he knew that she was pretending to be good, he still took advantage of her in every possible way. Most of the torture he had suffered in the past few days was cured by her two deceptive words.

"You have seen it with your own eyes tonight, what does it mean for one thing to bring down another thing? We tried to persuade him for a long time and he was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice. As soon as his wife smiled, he gave up resistance." On the other side of the surveillance screen, The man cursed with hatred.

In the private room.

"I'm really reluctant to beat her. Mr. Song, give her a few scoldings for me, just call her heartless."

Hearing him lightly saying that she had no conscience, Song Weiyu felt depressed and lowered her head to avoid his bottomless eyes.

"If... then scold her for being heartless." She whispered back.

His eyes fell on his left hand holding the mobile phone. The ring finger seemed to be bandaged.

he got hurt?

Is that why he went to the hospital to get bandaged?

Before he could see clearly, Fu Haitang put his left hand into his trousers pocket and sat back on the chair.

She wanted to ask what happened to your fingers, but was interrupted.

Just listen to Fu Haitang saying to Mr. Ma: "There are a lot of young people at the table tonight. The waves behind are chasing the waves in front, and the waves in front have to give way."

This means that Mr. Ma can abdicate with peace of mind.

Zhang Zhiwei and other company department managers saw Fu Haitang embarrassing Mr. Ma. They suddenly woke up and stared trying to figure out the situation.

Song Weiyu remained silent and took a bite of salmon. She wanted to poach Mr. Ma tonight, but it was unrealistic.

Because the confidentiality regulations in this industry are that you are prohibited from engaging in related industries within three years after leaving your job.

Three years is a gap for the information technology and self-media industries. If you take a step forward today, it will be impossible to take a step back in three years.

But why did Fu Haitang resign Mr. Ma?

There are three things a new official should do when he takes office, and his fire should not be directed at a capable veteran employee like Mr. Ma.

Therefore, what Fu Haitang means in targeting Mr. Ma is...

Song Weiyu stared at the salmon tarta in front of him, squinting and suddenly smiling.

She looked at Mr. Ma with bright eyes and supported him: "Our Mr. Ma is not a front-runner. In my heart, he is the leader of this industry...I admire him."

After saying that, she stood up and raised her glass. One foot was wearing high heels and the other was bare. She could only stand on her tiptoes to maintain balance.

"If Mr. Ma, the navigator, has to give up his position to Hou Lang, then everyone at the table might as well step aside."

After saying this, Mr. Ma felt as if he had met a close friend, with red eyes.

At the same time, he was also wondering: Why are the couple fighting against each other?

Mr. Fu resigns him, but Mrs. Fu protects him?

Is this reasonable?

Turning to look at Fu Haitang, this man didn't care at all that Song Weiyu refuted his intention, and was peeling sweet shrimps for his wife.

— —

The meal ended with everyone guessing among themselves.

Mr. Ma became increasingly uneasy. Before leaving, he wanted to get close to Song Weiyu again, hoping that she would say a few good words for him in front of Fu Haitang.

But she was already drunk and could only stare at Fu Haitang and giggle.

An obscure surveillance camera in the private room flashed a red light. At the other end, Li He and the psychiatrist held their chins and looked at the screen.

Li He pouted: "Look, let me tell you, his wife is his medicine... With his wife, he is more normal than anyone else."

The psychiatrist stared at the screen and shook his head slightly.

In the picture, Fu Haitang's eyes are doting and addicted, staring at the drunk woman.

The doctor looked grave, "In this world, when the only medicine that can cure someone's disease exists, it is said that the disease is terminally ill and there is no cure..."

"Because once the medicine runs out one day, the patient will have no choice but to wait to die."

Li He heard the sound and fell into silence.

— —

When all the people in the private room were gone, Fu Haitang knelt on the ground, took out the black velvet high-heeled shoes that had fallen under his chair, held up her feet with one hand, and put her shoes on.

Song Weiyu looked at his tall body, broad shoulders, and always half-kneeling for her, feeling drunkenly.

He gently put on her shoes.

She raised her foot and kicked the other one.

Fu Haitang was startled for a moment, then looked up at her. Their eyes collided, and there was an unclear exchange of love, pulling out strands of drunkenness.

The affection in his eyes was so strong that Song Weiyu's remaining rationality was about to be overwhelmed, so he hurriedly looked away.

Her eyes fell on his generous palms, which could easily hold her feet.

She knew why Fu Haitang always kept his hands very clean. Because he wants to use these hands to iron her clothes, bathe, apply body lotion, massage...

She is delicate. She can't do it if her nails are long, if there are calluses, she can't do it, and if her hands are too cold, she can't do it.

Fu Haitang was still half-kneeling on the ground, looking at the other high-heeled shoe hanging on her foot, reaching out to take it off and throwing it aside.

He touched the injury on her foot, raised his head and looked directly at her, and said hoarsely: "Mr. Song has drunk too much and doesn't want to wear shoes. Do you want me to carry you away?"