Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Gu Zhen sent her an expression that said "You should figure it out yourself".

Song Weiyu thought of what he had just done to Fu Haitang.

The alcohol instantly hit her head and choked her breath.

On the verge of suffocation, but still holding on to the hope of contingency, she typed: Impossible. I checked the equity split of Yunyi Technology. The relationships between shareholders are complicated. How can they all agree to the transfer of shares by the chairman?

Gu Zhen replied: [Your ex-husband used evil methods...]

Hope broken.

No wonder, when he entered the box tonight, Ma always looked like he was angry but dared not speak.

It seems that this matter has not been announced to the public, so only Mr. Ma knows because he received the dismissal mediation letter from the shareholders' meeting.

Judging from the reactions of Zhang Zhiwei and other department managers here tonight, it seems that Yun Yi's equity changes are still unknown.

Song Weiyu drank wine and her brain slowed down for a moment, but she knew better than anyone else that Fu Haitang's mastery of Yunyi Technology would be of no harm to her.

As long as she is willing to put down her dignity...please.

But what she is afraid of now is... Fu Haitang suddenly attacks Yun Yi. Is he trying to use this incident to blackmail her into giving up the divorce?

If she hadn't signed a contract to leave the house, she would definitely not be afraid. But now, it is certain that she only has this company in her hands.

This means that this company is her lifeblood.

Song Weiyu pressed his eyebrows, trying to wake up. But tonight, the wine was particularly dull. Her mind was in a whirlwind, trying her best to clear her thoughts.

She is rich, but Chen Fang definitely can't wait for her to develop a new company.

Furthermore, although the money in her hand is enough for her to spend a few lifetimes, it is far from enough to escort Chen Fang for this grand mission.

After all, Chen Fang wanted to control the underground transactions in the entire capital, and she could not imagine how much black money was flowing in this.

So she can only use the company in her hand to grow rapidly and become the backing that can protect Chen Fang at critical times...

Song Weiyu suddenly remembered that he was very happy when he signed the property division letter in Fu Haitang's office that day.

It turned out that he had already planned it. He had grasped Yun Yi as early as a week ago, but he waited until she signed the property division agreement before revealing her identity.

Interlocking.

It is estimated that when Gu Zhen got this news tonight, he deliberately exposed it to Gu Zhen.

She was a little absent-minded, and Fu Haitang's low laughter sounded in her ears: "Can you figure it out? Do you want me to help you figure it out..."

Song Weiyu was confused: "Huh?"

He has seen through it, but I can't offend him now.

Fu Haitang picked up the chopped onions on the salmon tart and brought it to her with a smile.

...Song Weiyu always felt that something was wrong.

Oh ho! Forgot to withdraw the WeChat message sent to Fu Haitang.

She anxiously touched the phone before unlocking it.

"No need to withdraw, I've already seen it." Fu Haitang tilted his head and looked at his phone, guessing her thoughts again.

He showed that considerate smile again, but with the leisurely contentment of being in control of everything. She felt that the smile on that face with perfect facial features was a little dazzling at the moment.

"Uh... Mr. Fu..." Listen to my excuses.

"Since Mr. Song wants me to leave so much, then I'll leave... I've left the wine for you, drink it slowly."

Zhang Zhiwei was half drunk and stood up when he heard the sound: "Don't leave, Mr. Fu. It's hard to see you. Let's chat for a while."

Mr. Ma is still taciturn and vaguely melancholy. No matter how good he is, to the capitalist class, he is just a worker with a high salary.

Fu Haitang didn't bother to talk at all. He picked up the tie on the table and looked at her with a smile.

Standing up, his tall body immediately cast a shadow, hugging Song Weiyu's shoulders that were stained red by alcohol.

Turn around and leave.