Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Gu Zhen brushed the straight hair beside his ears, put his fingers on his legs and tapped them gently, blushing slowly and thoughtfully.

She seemed to understand what Song Weiyu was talking about.

Well, if you cut it off, it would be a criminal offence.

But... as a lawyer, she is well-informed.

It's better to find another way to mark ownership, which is not illegal and can disgust the man's next wife.

"Yu, let me tell you."

Gu Zhen lowered his voice, with a pair of cunning and charming eyes under his high-class single eyelids. He pulled Song Weiyu over. Although his voice was low, it was vaguely excited: "I took over a pair of clients before, and they were also divorced. The man was actually in the house before. This thing has tattoos, names, and words on it! Tell me about how weird it is..."

Song Weiyu was stunned.

Tattoos are very common these days.

Tattooing your girlfriend’s name on your arm is a common operation.

"Are you weird? They are all over the street. I have seen a few of them... For example, the deputy manager of our company's security department. He is tall, handsome and young. I saw with my own eyes that he is so strong..."

"Idiot." Attorney Gu immediately put aside the qualities of a highly educated woman.

Covering Song Weiyu's mouth, "You, you..."

"you you you you……"

It was the first time that Song Weiyu saw that Gu Zhen's single eyelids could be so round, and his eyes were all incredible.

She understood, maybe it was because lawyers were more old-fashioned, so they couldn't accept having their girlfriend's name tattooed on their arms.

But in the 21st century, everyone is a modern woman, they just have tattoos...

"Zhenzhen, do you want to see it? I can ask him to take a picture now and send it to you via WeChat!"

Gu Zhen stared at Song Weiyu as if he were an alien creature, speechless, with black lines all over his body.

Song Weiyu thought she acquiesced, but was embarrassed to admit it.

While picking up his cell phone, he continued: "Let me tell you, I am the deputy manager of the security department. I graduated in 985. I have a body full of tendons and an amazing figure! I usually tease him a few words on purpose, and he gets confused. I'm blushing so much, but I'm so innocent..."

Gu Zhen was on the verge of collapse, thinking in her heart: Innocent shit! Can Chunqing get a name tattooed on that thing?

Song Weiyu was scrolling through WeChat, making gestures with Gu Zhen, and raising his eyebrows: So thick!

Gu Zhen collapsed.

So thick? The Hulk?

He grabbed Song Weiyu's cell phone: "I don't want to look at it! What's your hobby? This is... I mean, Director Song, President Song, we can't act so wantonly just because we have some bad money!"

But actually, I still really want to see it.

But she cannot break the law and spread obscene pictures!

Looking at Gu Zhen's face, which looked like he wanted to kill his relatives for justice, Song Weiyu licked his lips. There was huge confusion on his small face. How could he act recklessly just by looking at the muscles with his name engraved on it?

They are so conservative as lawyers. Did they study in the Qing Dynasty?

"No, haven't you never seen it before? Let me open your eyes. He really has a very good figure. Where he should be thick..."

"Song Weiyu, you have gone too far! How can you rely on your wealth and power to ask for such private photos from your male subordinates? If this gets out, you will be blamed for sexual harassment in the workplace!"

...?

Song Weiyu raised his hand thoughtfully, put his fingers into his mouth, and bit his nails.

Nod, that makes sense.

She asked for the phone, "Yes, you should be strict, I won't let him take pictures."

Gu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Weiyu desperately pulled the phone, flipping through the pages, "I looked for his Moments. He had posted on Moments before. It was a close-up, but it's clear!"

How dare you post a close-up of this thing on WeChat Moments?

Gu Zhen'er's soul is gone.

……

Five minutes later, Song Weiyu held up his mobile phone and shouted in front of Gu Zhen: "Thick, right? Strong, right? Doesn't it look exciting at first sight?"

Gu Zhen licked his cheeks, feeling that his intelligence had been humiliated.

"When you say tattooed names, do you mean the biceps?"

"Huh? What do you think?"

"I thought... I had to remove the biceps."

Assistant Hao took a breath and felt some inexplicable pain in a certain part of his body, "Director Song, you two talk first, I'll go out and wait."

Song Weiyu smiled so much that he almost turned his back and said, "As expected of a yellow race, you are really worthy of your skin color."

Until Gu Zhen photographed a stack of divorce papers in front of her.