Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Fu Haitang stood in front of his chairman's position, staring at the ebony tabletop and not looking at the door.

The moment Song Weiyu opened the door, his eyes fell on him.

He is wearing a white shirt today.

The crisp and delicate shirt is hidden in the waistband of dark blue trousers, cool and elegant, and very good-looking.

He was already chiseled, with deep eyebrows and an innate sense of dignity. It's just that I usually wear a lot of gray, and I'm used to his calm and elegant appearance.

Realizing that she had been looking at him for too long, she quickly looked away.

But after watching it for so long, he didn't even look back.

Song Weiyu couldn't explain the bitter feeling in his heart. He walked to Mr. Ma and gently raised a bright smile.

"I guarantee Mr. Ma that if the profit in the next quarter is less than 40%, I will make up for it."

Mr. Ma's team looked at her as if they were a savior.

Fu Haitang sat back again, spread his legs and leaned heavily on the leather seat.

"Mr. Ma, as expected, someone is here to save you." He smiled disdainfully.

He raised his eyes and looked at Song Weiyu. The woman's bright eyes were looking at him.

It's these eyes that easily give people the illusion of how affectionate she is.

She looked at Chen Fang much more affectionately than this.

"Director Fu, let me vouch for it, do you think it's okay?" Song Weiyu smiled officially and spoke in a measured manner.

Everyone here thinks that this kind of business giant family is a husband and wife at home, and they are separate when they go out.

In fact, I don’t know, but the two of them are already on good terms.

"It stands to reason that the guarantee is no problem. It's just..." Fu Haitang raised the corners of his mouth and smiled uninhibitedly.

Mr. Ma hurriedly asked: "Just what?"

"People can't."

The managers in the conference room looked at each other, what did Director Fu mean? Not a guarantor?

Song Weiyu understood clearly, "Director Fu, why can't I do it? My reputation and character in the industry..."

"Kill me."

Song Weiyu opened his mouth slightly and swallowed back the unfinished words, his face turning green and white.

A particularly delicate little face, the originally bright eyes suddenly faded.

Fu Haitang watched with gusto.

Mr. Ma frowned, Fu Haitang was deliberately looking for trouble again.

I remembered that Fu Haitang said last time that Song Weiyu had given up his family for the sake of his mistress. If this was heard by outsiders, he was not allowed to spread it to her.

"You all get out." Mr. Ma pointed at everyone in the conference room.

Except for the superior Fu Dong.

Even if Mr. Ma passed over him and issued the order, Fu Haitang did not stop him. Seeing that Mr. Fu didn't say anything, all the managers got up and planned to go out.

But Song Weiyu didn't want Chen Fang to be angry, and she couldn't do it again by being alone.

"We are all on the same team, so just stay here and prove it. I, Song Weiyu, will vouch for Mr. Ma today. I will never regret what I say."

Everyone stood there, neither leaving nor staying.

Fu Haitang's face darkened, then returned to normal.

"As for what Mr. Fu just said about me defeating you, then I can stop appearing in front of you starting from today."

Even in the rest of my life, I don’t have to show up.

Fu Haitang looked at her and suddenly relaxed: "Sure, since Mr. Song has wronged me so much, I will give Mr. Song some face."

Mr. Ma put his hands together and bowed to Song Weiyu, thanking God.

The conference room had a slightly more cheerful atmosphere.

The secretary knocked on the door, glanced at Song Weiyu, and said to Fu Haitang: "Director Fu, Miss Zhao has arrived in your office."

"Well, let her wait a moment and go over immediately after the meeting. I bought her the mont blanc when I came here and put it in the refrigerator. You can bring it to her."

Fu Haitang looked at the secretary and added: "Tell her to eat less sweets. I will take her to dinner later."

The voice was gentle and filled with intriguing concern.

The secretary nodded repeatedly and backed out.

Song Weiyu couldn't breathe. This was the first time that she stood in a third-person perspective and watched Fu Haitang express his love for another woman.

Just two sentences.

To her, it was like poison. Her face was so pale that she tried hard not to lose her composure by pinching her palms.

She had thought about the scene countless times, but she didn't expect it to come so quickly.

I went to buy Montblanc for another woman in person, and thoughtfully asked that woman to eat less sweets.

Her heart was filled with jealousy, and she couldn't wait to escape.