Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Assistant Yu stopped her, looking terrified and nervous, "Madam, you... you..."

Song Weiyu glanced at the heavy door of the chairman's office, "What's wrong? He's not here?"

"Yes, I am, but... Mr. Fu is very busy right now, so it's not convenient for me to see you. How about you come back at another time?"

This is the first time Song Weiyu meets Fu Haitang, and he has to change the time.

"Do I need to make another appointment?" she asked with a smile.

Special Assistant Yu obviously saw that the smile in Song Weiyu's eyes was a threat, but as luck would have it, a woman's charming and wanton laughter came from inside.

Song Weiyu's face was full of emotion and he sneered, "It seems like he's really busy. Then I..."

“Yes, yes, yes, please come back another time.” Special Assistant Yu bent his waist to 120 degrees.

"Then I'll go in and see what Mr. Fu is busy with and whether he needs my help. Open the door."

More than 40 secretaries in the secretarial office were secretly checking the situation here through the top of the computer. They really didn't expect that Mrs. Wang was really capable of inviting Song Weiyu back.

Mrs. Wang, who was sitting in the lounge nearby, was so anxious that her neck stretched out.

Could it be that I can’t even get through the door?

Yes, after all, Fu Song’s divorce was such a big deal…

I heard that Mr. Fu didn’t even stay at Mingshan Temple this year. He left the next day after offering the first incense.

Yu knew that he was no match for his opponent, so he moved aside to block the office door and said, "Madam, please do as you please, but please don't betray me. I have parents and children to take care of..."

Song Weiyu opened the office door himself and walked in.

The first thing you see when you enter the door is a conference table, and then there is a small tea room with a screen in the middle. Further in is his office area.

Before he saw Fu Haitang, he heard the woman's laughing voice: "Mr. Fu, you are really good at joking, so bad..."

Song Weiyu's high heels made a 'tapping' sound on the floor. As soon as the sound stopped behind the screen, the woman said dissatisfiedly: "Who is it? Don't you know to inform in advance before coming in? You don't want to do this job as Special Assistant Yu..."

Fu Haitang didn't say anything until she crossed the screen and appeared in his sight.

There was a strong smell of cigarette smoke in the room. He was lazily slumped in the large boss chair, with two buttons of his shirt collar torn open, revealing the faint lines of his muscles.

The woman sat on his lap and tilted her head to look at Song Weiyu.

"I was wondering who was so bold, it turned out to be your ex-wife, Mr. Fu..."

Not only did Song Xixi not get off his legs, but her entire upper body fell into Fu Haitang's arms and smiled at her: "Sister Song, is there something you want to talk to us about?"

"I have something serious to discuss with Fu Haitang, please leave first."

She tried her best to appear indifferent and secretly pinched her bent index finger with her thumb.

"You still think you're the hostess? You're the one who should be leaving. Can't you see we're busy?"

Song Weiyu didn't want to argue with his bad peach blossoms, so he looked at Fu Haitang steadily, "I really have something to tell you, and I have something to give you."

She had said to him in the same serious way last time: "I have something to give you."

That time, she gave him a wedding ring.

No one knows where it is lying in the garbage disposal plant now.

"If you have something to say, talk about it. If not, get out." Fu Haitang glanced away from her indifferently, reached out to hook Song Xixi's long hair and twisted it in his hand.

Song Weiyu felt a sore lump in her throat and thought masochistically that he should indeed treat her so coldly. If this disdainful attitude could make him feel better, she would accept it.

She took a deep breath. "Regarding Wang's enterprise, they didn't do anything wrong after all, and they didn't block your way. Can Mr. Fu please let him go? Mr. Wang's wife is pregnant, and she can't stand the stimulation now."

"Come to beg for mercy? Why, just because you put on the Buddhist beads, you want to save all living beings?"

Fu Haitang glanced sinisterly across her wrist, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

At this moment, Song Weiyu suddenly wanted to tell him the whole story about the Buddhist beads, but she couldn't say it because she knew that Fu Haitang was disgusted with her now.

The old abbot also said that Fu Haitang had given up and he was unwilling to look back.

So this time, it was her own wishful thinking and her own lonely journey.

"I'm not trying to save everyone. Mrs. Wang is pregnant. If she gets hurt again, it will have a bad impact on you... and the Fu family."

Fu Haitang looked at her favorably.

Look at her hair, look at her eyebrows, look at her lips.

I heard that she is leaving the capital today and I will never see her again.

Before he could speak, Song Xixi touched her belly and said, "Can't you stand the stimulation when you are pregnant? I am pregnant too, Sister Song, please stop being an eyesore and irritating me."