Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

When she took the pen, she put one hand on the desk in front of Fu Haitang and leaned over to reach out. Her hair was hanging down, and the faint smell of wintersweet on her body instantly washed away the nicotine that was rampant in the air.

But how could such a light fragrance sound like poison?

Fu Haitang took a half-sip, then held his breath and froze due to the poison.

His eyes fell on her waist and hips when she leaned over. This Chu-brown velvet dress was quite beautiful. The narrow waist was tightened, and the buttocks were pushed up, so that the curves could be seen at a glance.

Fu Haitang immediately remembered how she had been pressed on this desk countless times before, half-closing her eyes and screaming softly.

At that time, his eyes were moist and blurred, and very seductive. The look in his eyes was very different from that at this moment.

Now, she was staring at an enemy.

"Tsk, is Mr. Song forcing a marriage?"

Fu Haitang looked at her very close with interest. He glanced at her bare feet on the carpet and knew that she was wearing high heels with such a deep wound.

"You..." Song Weiyu took a deep breath. Forced divorce can be considered forced marriage.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Sign now."

After saying that, he put the pen on the document.

This pen was a gift from her on their wedding anniversary. He liked it so much that he now uses it to sign the property division agreement.

Fu Haitang picked up the pen and held it in his hand to write. In Song Weiyu's expectant eyes, he turned a beautiful pen flower and clicked on the platinum pen cap.

"I don't like this pen, give me another one."

"What kind of pen is different? As long as it can write, don't dawdle." Song Weiyu gradually ran out of patience, looking impatient.

Fu Haitang held the pen and touched the cold white gold with his thumb.

His tone was cold: "Director Song, you are asking for help. You have to suppress your temper. Today my name is signed. Do you still think you are the boss of the Fu family?"

Fu Haitang turned the pen in his hand, his eyebrows full of sarcasm.

Song Weiyu instantly understood that he came today to vent his anger on her. In fact, for Fu Haitang now, it didn't matter whether he signed it or not, but he wanted to take revenge on her before signing it.

Thinking of this, his arrogance was instantly wiped out in half.

The thing about divorce is that whoever ignores it will have to accept public criticism.

She is so irrational, and only she knows her reasons. But in front of Fu Haitang, she was just a scumbag who abandoned her family, betrayed her marriage, and trampled his sincerity under her feet.

From the time she came in until now, she only dared to look at him just now.

Now she lowered her eyebrows and dared not look at him.

Turning around, he opened Assistant Hao's suit. There were three gel pens in his inner pocket, blue, black and red. Song Weiyu picked out the black one and handed it to Fu Haitang: "You can sign it."

Fu Haitang looked at the pen in mid-air and smiled.

This woman has such a good temper now. She doesn't even get angry when he teases her like this. She has put a lot of effort into getting a divorce.

Is this the fucking power of love?

Fu Haitang passed her directly and said to Shen Lanyin opposite: "Mr. Shen has been waiting for a long time. Let me see how the tea is brewing."

As he spoke, he opened the cover of the cup, and the rich aroma of tangerine peel burst out instantly. Song Weiyu glanced at Shen Lanyin, happily waiting to drink the second cup he brewed himself.

"Mr. Shen, this is the most expensive tea in my office, and it is also the tea that requires the most effort to drink. Real Xinhui tangerine peel is hard to find, and old white tea also needs time to be stored. Moreover, even if you have done everything well, you think When I was able to take a sip, I found that it was even more difficult to make a cup of tea..."

Shen Lanyin was not a fool. She could tell that there was something in Fu Haitang's words. It was just that Song Weiyu was like this white tea.

She asked with a smile: "Since it is expensive and requires a lot of effort, it must taste good? Otherwise, why would Mr. Fu treat this tea with such care?"

"Taste? It's just average."

The taste is more than ordinary, it has been pampered for a long time, and in the end it hurts your mouth and heart after drinking it.

Fu Haitang picked up Shen Lanyin's guest cup and poured the tea water inside. His slender hands grasped the porcelain white cup, which was pleasing to the eye.

After pouring it, I looked at the tea leaves inside. I saw that the white tea had spread out, but the tangerine peel couldn't absorb any water. It had been exposed to the sun for 10 years, so how could it be brewed so easily.

"So, this is the last time I drink white tea. I won't buy it anymore, it's too difficult to take care of. Assistant Yu, just throw away all the white tea in the cabinet."

Assistant Yu walked towards the cabinet with heavy steps. At this moment, he had no love in his life.

He took out the tea box and was about to walk to the door when Fu Haitang gave another beautiful deep smile: "Forget it, don't throw it away."

Yu Teshu breathed a sigh of relief: I knew you couldn't bear it!

"Take it to Mr. Chen's office. Mr. Chen is the most patient in making white tea. Give it to him."