Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Shao Guoren's yawning voice sounded on the stage: "Dr. Fu is so arrogant that he has to be the last one to take the seat every year. This can't be done. I have to come up and say a few words to apologize."

On the giant screens in all directions, there was a picture of Song Weiyu nestling in his arms.

He was smiling like candy at the corner of his mouth, looking down at the bright-red woman in his armpit.

Was named in public.

'Tsk...', Fu Haitang straightened up, his face turned into a bit impatient, he tied a suit button with one hand, and raised the corners of his mouth at the chasing camera.

The other arm was still holding Song Weiyu and whispered: "Let's go, baby, I will lead you up to scold him."

As he spoke, he walked towards the stage, his movements changing from intimate to gentlemanly.

Song Weiyu came out of his arms calmly, held up the waist of her skirt and walked towards Shao Guoren under the protection of his arms.

All her long hair flowed down her back, swaying as she walked up the steps.

Xiaozui was still aggrieved, "Fu Haitang, don't forget to yell at him later! He knows how to show me... Look, my mouth is still swollen! It must be ugly..."

Fu Haitang saw that she was obviously angry but pretended to be generous and decent in front of the camera. He suppressed a smile and teased her: "Baby, look at Shao Guoren's hair."

"what?"

Song Weiyu raised his head and looked at Shao Guoren, who was getting closer and closer.

"Pfft..." She pinched her palms hard to hold back her laughter.

No, I couldn't help it anymore and secretly pinched Fu Haitang's waist.

"Hiss... let go." Fu Haitang protected her waist with one hand, and used the other hand to hold her pinched little hand.

"Busong, why did you let me look at him? I want to laugh now. What should I do if I can't help it?"

They were like two troublesome students secretly talking in a public class.

The real-time giant screen was broadcasting the figures of two people walking towards the center of the stage. One was elegant and noble, with a steady expression. A bright and charming one with a decent smile.

The small movements of the two people going back and forth, and the secretive whispers between the two were not caught.

Under the stage, a man in a black suit had a tense expression on his face, and his hand holding the phone tightened, making his joints crackle.

Before the divorce, Fu Haitang would always be the upright one. Even so, this scene is still very eye-catching.

He leaned back on the seat and twisted the buttons of his suit with his index finger. On his phone, Zhu Yan just sent a message.

[Mr. Chen, Mr. Han wants her to die, and neither you nor I can save her. Why don't you give her a favor and let me take her away. If that doesn't work, I'll give you half of it after I get to Beijing. 】

[Besides, Mr. Han has already let some of the little bosses out of the night clubs in Beijing. Whoever can catch Song Weiyu in front of him will be rewarded with territory, regardless of life or death. So I said, let’s take advantage of this advantage. 】

Half of Beijing is indeed a big temptation. After all, the underground trading market in northern Beijing is worth as much as southern Beijing and western Beijing combined.

It also means that if it goes well, his mission can be completed faster.

Chen Fang looked at the two perfectly matched people on the stage, his eyes unblinking.

Every scene that comes into view is like being pricked with needles. There are less than ten days left, Song Weiyu, will you really get the divorce certificate?

You shouldn't go back on something you promised, right?

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The cameras on the big screen in all directions kept chasing the two of them. The moment they caught the front view, Song Weiyu let go of his hand.

Fu Haitang calmly brushed the place where she had pinched him and whispered softly: "I'll save it for you. I'll pinch it back when I get down later."

"Humph."

Song Weiyu moved towards Li Nian, and was dragged over by his waist in full view of everyone.

Fu Haitang put his hand on her waist, and raised the microphone with the other hand. Under his clean and slender hand was the watch she bought, and the low-magnetic sound came out from the speaker.

Song Weiyu glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He was handsome, elegant, mature and charming.

I didn't dare to look anymore, my heart was pounding.

While speaking, he gently tapped the woman's waist with his big index finger, as if to reassure her that her eyes were red from crying and she didn't dare to look at the camera.

Fu Chunhe and Song Jingming were sitting in the audience, frowning and not even looking.

Secretly praying: I will never become like my father in the future.

Li Nian was always on the stage, his face almost frozen with a fake smile. Without moving his lips, he spoke in his throat: "Song Weiyu, your mouth is swollen!!"

Song Weiyu smiled decently and looked at the dark seat in front of him. He had eight standard teeth and the same way of making sounds, "I know... dogs chewed them."

"Oh!" The man pinched the back of her buttocks.

Fu Haitang remained serious, standing in front of the microphone and delivering an unscripted speech as if he were in authority.

He has a serious smile and sharp eyebrows, and every inch of his body is filled with an intimidating nobility.

Who would have thought that such a man would secretly pinch his wife’s butt while delivering a speech!

"Clothes, crowns, birds, beasts." Song Weiyu cursed quietly.