Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang had never been easy to talk to before, and he looked completely different from the way he had made things difficult for Song Weiyu just now.

Song Weiyu looked at him quickly.

There was disbelief in his eyes, and he suddenly felt that he was deaf and could not hear all sounds. He only saw Fu Haitang holding the gel pen and writing the three characters Fu Haitang.

It's that simple.

Because of Shen Lanyin's words.

Song Weiyu froze on the spot, and it took three or four seconds to react. Not only her, but Shen Lanyin herself was also stunned.

But the signature is genuine.

After he signed, he threw the gel pen directly into the trash can.

With the sound of the gel pen falling to the ground, Song Weiyu's limbs felt a little weak, as if the blood returned to the heart after reaching the nerve endings.

She also discovered that biting the tip of her tongue did not work in all situations. For example, now, she wants to talk.

He could only pinch his palms again to keep his expression intact.

He said calmly: "If Mr. Fu has time today, we can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for divorce. It won't be necessary..."

"I don't have time. Can't you tell I'm very busy?" Fu Haitang interrupted her indifferently and glanced at her.

Song Weiyu nodded, yes, he has someone now.

"Director Fu, I will be in the company to handle the handover procedures in the past few days. Please ask Director Fu to convene a board meeting. I will transfer the equity to Song Jingming and Fu Chunhe. There are procedures that need to be followed."

"Ah."

Fu Haitang held the pen and looked at his water glass, his expression neither gloomy nor happy.

Song Weiyu raised his feet to leave, turned around and saw Shen Lanyin's cheongsam. Swallowing her throat, she couldn't help but think that in the future, he would give all his love and care to other women, and let other women take the place of Mrs. Fu who she had been for 30 years.

Although, this self-abuse idea has been thought about almost every day since she decided to divorce, as if she had rehearsed it in her mind so many times, just to let herself adapt first.

But at this moment, she still felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation, and all the previous drills were of no use at all.

Her voice was a little hoarse, but she tried to be as steady as possible: "Mr. Shen, the cheongsam is very beautiful and you have good taste."

Only then did Fu Haitang raise his eyes to see Shen Lanyin's cheongsam.

After all, when Shen Lan came in, he didn't pay much attention. Until Song Weiyu came in, all his attention was on Song Weiyu, so now he discovered that the color and texture of Shen Lanyin's piece were somewhat like the Yun brocade customized this year.

However, it's far from done.

He closed his eyes and looked at Song Weiyu.

She gathered up her cashmere cardigan and went to put on high heels. Maybe it was too painful to squeeze her feet in, and her face turned pale. The movement didn't stop. She was afraid that he would see her weakness, so she just pushed in the foot that had not yet had its stitches removed.

She was so painful that her palms became sweaty and she couldn't hold her breath.

Heartache is inevitable. Fu Haitang twisted his fingertips, feeling as if someone was holding his heart and crushing it to pieces.

He thought that his heart was so broken that he couldn't pick it up and that it wouldn't hurt anymore, but even if this heartless woman had the ability to leave the shattered pieces on the floor for him, the pain would be unbearable.

I owed it to her in my previous life.

"Mr. Shen, please go outside and wait for me while I take care of something."

Shen Lanyin stood up, nodded, and waited to leave with Song Weiyu, "Okay, then I'll send Director Song out."

The air of a hostess.

Song Weiyu really didn't have the energy to say anything. The sourness in her heart and the pain in her body tortured her to the point where she had no strength at all.

He lowered his eyebrows and accepted the situation.

Fu Haitang stood up, walked to Song Weiyu, and said slowly: "No need to send her off, she won't leave yet."

Shen Lan was stunned and a little dissatisfied. She glanced at Song Weiyu jealously, but she didn't dare to say anything and left the office unhappy.

She went out of the door, and a second before closing the door, she saw Fu Haitang bending down and half-kneeling, gently taking off Song Weiyu's high heels.