Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

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Assistant Yu didn't know whether he should send him to Mr. Chen's office, so he looked at Song Weiyu as if asking for help.

Song Weiyu didn't want to talk to him at first, but looking at Assistant Yu Te's pitiful eyes, he couldn't bear it.

"Everyone, please go out. I have some equity matters to discuss with Fu Dongdan."

Assistant Yu immediately put down what he was holding and pushed Assistant Hao out the door.

Gu Zhen could only follow him and looked inside the house worriedly before going out.

Shen Lan sat still and didn't know who gave her the confidence.

"Shen Lanyin, why are you still sitting here? Go out and wait until my work is done before you are qualified to come in." Song Weiyu didn't have a good temper and made a double entendre.

"I came to see Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu asked me to get out, so I listened."

Fu Haitang said nothing, lit a cigarette and smoked slowly.

Song Weiyu's aggrieved heart was like the smoke in front of him, swelling and dispersing little by little. Especially when being smoked by the smell, it becomes even stronger.

Smoke a cigarette!

Ever since she entered the door and saw the woman's clothes, she had been trying her best to endure the inexplicable anger. Now, another unripe berry fell into her heart, which was crushed by the anger, filling her heart with sourness.

It's possessiveness that causes trouble.

It is a control aid.

No matter what it was, the smell of smoke made her extremely unhappy now. She was used to getting angry when she got angry, and she was used to everyone following her temper.

I had enough of pretending to be patient in front of Fu Haitang today, but I couldn't pretend anymore.

She frowned and her eyes fell on the cup of white tea that Assistant Yu had poured for her in the morning.

I still use Fu Haitang’s cup.

He threw away the gel pen, took his cup, and poured the first water into Shen Lanyin's cup.

Shen Lan was unhappy. She was waiting for Fu Haitang to add new water to her, "What does this mean, Director Song?"

"Can't you see?" Song Weiyu stood on tiptoe with one foot on the ground, sitting on the desk with half of his buttocks, and flipped his hair: "It means that you can only drink the tea that I, Song Weiyu, have drunk."

Thinking of what Shen Lanyin did before, she was knocked unconscious at the cocktail party last time. Maybe it was Shen Lanyin's handiwork.

Song Weiyu pointed at Fu Haitang again, smiling brightly: "Use the man I, Song Weiyu, have used before."

He tapped the bedroom door again and said, "Sleep on the bed where I, Song Weiyu, slept."

Shen Lan's face immediately turned ugly and she looked tentatively at Fu Haitang, waiting for him to speak.

But this man was looking at Song Weiyu sitting on his desk with a waist and hips, still smiling, spinning the pen and having a great time puffing away smoke.

Shen Lan took a breath and smiled: "Dr. Song, is it not appropriate for you to be so rude in front of Dong Fu? Even if you are divorced, you should give the other party enough face instead of being sarcastic like this. This is really... not generous. ."

"Awesome? What's the point? I haven't divorced yet, but Mr. Shen has started coveting the things in my hands. You are so courageous. Who gave you the confidence?"

Shen Lanyin looked at Fu Haitang again: "Brother Fu, look at Director Song's mouth. Not many people have said anything about her."

Fu Haitang couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

He opened his lips slightly and put the cigarette into his mouth.

Song Weiyu put one hand on the table and looked at Shen Lanyin with squinted eyes: "What did you call him?"

Shen Lanyin grabbed his coat and pretended to be calm: "Brother Fu, Fu Haitang asked me to call him that."

Brother Fu, Fu Haitang.

The voice of Fu Haitang~ on the phone in Singapore last time was like the last spark that ignited a bomb, awakening in Song Weiyu's heart.

She turned to look at Fu Haitang, tilted her head and looked up and down. The dark gray trousers were straight and smooth, the white shirt was crisp and tucked into the belt of the trousers, and her waist was slender and strong.

He put his hand on the table, his fingertips loose, holding the cigarette and lighting the ashes.

Song Weiyu stared at the cigarette in his hand, then looked into his eyes, "Pinch it."

Fu Haitang raised his eyes and looked back at her. The two looked at each other without any hindrance. It was as if all the sounds had disappeared, leaving only their eyes entangled with each other.

Her eyes are beautiful, black and translucent, and her smile is sparkling and attractive.

Shen Lanyin clearly felt the different sticky magnetic field between the two of them, that kind of deep affection, like a lotus root thread that could not be cut.

"That's right, Brother Fu. It's rude to smoke in front of ladies. Stop smoking."

Fu Haitang immediately withdrew his eyes, and he recalled Li He's words, 'The way she looks at you is different from looking at Chen Fang.'

"Okay, I will listen to you and stop smoking."

He smoked his cigarette and smiled at Shen Lanyin.

Song Weiyu's eyes fell on the cigarette butt that he had smashed, and gradually became colder.

He actually listened to Shen Lanyin, his younger sister, and even talked about Brother Fu.

"Shen Lanyin, since your brother Fu listens to you so much. Why don't you persuade him and let him sign his name. After signing, I will leave immediately without delaying your laying eggs here."

Shen Lanyin flashed an unnoticeable eye roll in her eyes and acted coquettishly towards Fu Haitang: "Brother Fu, look at Director Song, she is really awesome. I can't talk about her mouth, otherwise you just sign it for her Come on, so she doesn’t have to bully people here.”

"Okay, you said so, then I'll just sign it."