Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

But you still have to wait for the man to speak.

Fu Haitang turned the pen in his hand and stood up, his face calm.

It seemed that he didn't pay attention to her reaction at all: "Mr. Ma, since President Song has taken the initiative to vouch for you, then you should work harder and don't let her. You have chosen the wrong person again."

Song Weiyu heard the words "I chose the wrong person again". Does it mean that she chose the wrong Fu Haitang in the first place?

She gave a pale smile.

"It won't happen this time. I chose it myself. It must be right."

Fu Haitang sneered briefly.

After everyone left the conference room, Song Weiyu glanced at Fu Haitang and tried his best to sound normal but still had a hint of pain: "Since Mr. Fu still has guests waiting, I'll leave first."

"Ah."

"By the way, Director Fu just said that I would defeat you. There will be nothing important from now on, so I won't bother Director Fu."

"It's best this way." Fu Haitang stood up and walked towards her.

She is petite, and she used to be particularly petite under his height of nearly 190cm.

At this time, she only felt a sense of oppression, her breathing was quickened, and her nose was filled with the cold scent of pine and cypress on his body.

But Fu Haitang just passed by her and didn't even look at her.

She went from tense to relaxed, mixed with disappointment.

Glancing at the man's upright back, she rubbed her arms, feeling a little chilled by being left out.

"You said you were still busy, why did it happen so quickly?" came a cheerful female voice.

Song Weiyu looked up and saw a tall and perfect figure running quickly towards Fu Haitang and naturally took the man's arm.

Very intimate.

Fu Haitang did not refuse and smiled: "I don't want you to wait so long. Have you finished the dessert?"

"uh-huh…"

"Then if you don't eat tonight, I will be angry. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Song Weiyu watched the woman hug Fu Haitang's arm tightly, and watched Fu Haitang lower his head and talk to her softly, making her happy.

I felt a huge pain in my heart, something I had never felt before.

It turns out that pushing Fu Haitang out and seeing him become someone else's man is so unacceptable.

When the elevator arrived, she wanted to avoid it and didn't want to go down with them.

Fu Haitang pressed the elevator door and looked at the woman trying to avoid him, "Mr. Song, won't you come with us?"

"No, didn't you say I can defeat you? I'll wait for the next trip."

A deep laugh escaped from Fu Haitang's throat, "It's okay, she encouraged me, which just offsets you."

Miss Zhao, who was holding his arm, blushed and patted his chest: "What are you talking about?"

Fu Haitang smiled at Miss Zhao, "To be honest, you didn't say it yourself last night, saying that I..."

"Oh, don't talk nonsense. Stop talking in front of outsiders." She shyly covered Fu Haitang's mouth.

Fu Haitang let her cover him.

Song Weiyu felt as if he had traveled to a time and space that did not belong to him.

She was redundant in this small space.

Every air here attacked her possessiveness and laughed at her plight.

She lowered her eyebrows and crushed the tears hanging on her eyelashes. Huddled in a corner of the elevator, trying not to smell the familiar cold fragrance on his body.

Looking forward to the elevator landing soon.

Miss Zhao suddenly tugged on Fu Haitang's shirt collar, "Is the shirt I chose for you good-looking? I don't like you wearing gray, it's too calm."

"Do you think I'm too old?" Fu Haitang said with a pleasant ending, looking lazy.

"You are not old. Although you are much older than me...but Director Fu is good-looking and very strong."

For the last few words, Miss Zhao leaned into his ear and lowered her voice.

Song Weiyu still heard it, so did he sleep?

She and Fu Haitang both knew what it meant to have slept with each other.

Song Weiyu is extremely irrational about relationships. She can't control herself and fall in love with two men, but she allows these two men to protect her like a jade.

Therefore, once Fu Haitang has a relationship with another woman, it is impossible for her to want him again.

The tears I was holding back fell out.

Holding the palms of her hands tightly, she secretly wiped away her tears.

Miss Zhao has a lively personality, and her few words made Fu Haitang laugh all the time.

Pretty good, isn't it?

Song Weiyu took a deep breath and peeked at Miss Zhao with red eyes. She was good-looking, had a good figure, and was young.

Li Nian is right, Fu Haitang will not wait for you where you are.

I just didn't expect him to leave so quickly.

"You are Fu Dong's ex-wife, right? I have admired her name for a long time." Zhao Han took the initiative to look at the woman huddled in the corner of the elevator.

Song Weiyu has also taught many women who tried to seduce Fu Haitang over the years.

But the one in front of him was the only one who could hold his arm.

She was the only one who slept with him.

Ex-wife, she must do her duty as an ex-wife.

"Well, hello. Miss Zhao is very beautiful and suitable for Director Fu." Her voice was inevitably hoarse, as if she had just cried.

Zhao Han suddenly frowned and asked Fu Haitang gently: "Didn't you say that your ex-wife has a bad temper and bad temper, and asked me to stay away from her? I think she is very good..."

Fu Haitang put his arms around Zhao Han's waist and pulled him closer: "How come you speak ill of others in front of them and are not afraid of her retaliating against you? Mr. Song is very powerful and will beat people without mercy."

Zhao Han smiled happily: "You are here to protect me, who dares?"

"Too."

Fu Haitang's peripheral vision fell on Song Weiyu and saw her red eyes.

I also saw her palms covered with fingernail marks.

His face was calm and unresponsive.

Zhao Han continued to ask, with a delicate voice: "Dong Fu, if your ex-wife really wants to beat me, will you help me or her?"