Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

But, can he really go to Hong Kong in his current condition?

Moreover, he was punched by Chen Fang, and now he goes to negotiate the contract with this facial scar.

Song Weiyu had already thought about how others would look at him strangely.

He was so arrogant, but now he was being pointed at behind his back.

His heart ached with pain. Song Weiyu knew that the pain was the feeling of this branch growing into his heart.

It becomes one with her and cannot be cut off.

She went to the nurse station holding the equity transfer contract and asked where Li Hyuk had gone.

"Sister Song, Dean Li has been in the laboratory in the front building since last night, and he probably spent the night there again. He can't stop studying drugs, and it's common for him to stay for three to five days."

Song Weiyu thought it was better not to disturb him. Besides, he might not tell the truth.

He entered Li He's office and wanted to take a photo of the medicine he saw Fu Haitang taking last time and find out what it was.

The computer happened to be stuck on Fu Haitang's diagnosis and treatment medication page.

She moved the mouse and clicked it. She refreshed it several times, but it was always blank.

how come?

Last time I saw a row of medicines with confusing names.

So, was it deleted by Li Hyuk?

She frowned and looked at the blank page, sensing something was wrong, and must have deliberately deleted it to cover up something.

What kind of medicine was it? I hit my head.

She regretted not taking a closer look at it. If she had cared more about Fu Haitang, she should have checked it out immediately.

His hand unconsciously held the phone and pressed Fu Haitang's number.

The branches in my heart were throbbing with the sun. When it hit me, Fu Haitang was sitting on the negotiating table with his legs crossed.

The people at the table held their breath and secretly looked at the purple punch marks around his mouth.

The people below whispered to each other through their teeth: "Didn't you say it was a small industrial park? Why is this great god here?"

"Mr. Song from the industrial park is his wife..."

Seeing that it was Song Weiyu's call, he hung up immediately and raised his chin: "Continue."

In this situation, who is Party A?

Fu Haitang slowly turned his cell phone around in his hand, staring at the blue business flower arrangement on the table, as if he wanted to poke a hole in it.

The person in charge in Hong Kong glanced at him from time to time, wondering if this great god was listening seriously.

As soon as Fu Haitang finished explaining the terms, Fu Haitang's phone rang again.

He hung up again.

He slammed his phone down on the table and leaned on the stool, his eyes unclear.

The people at the table were silent and carefully looked at his increasingly tense face.

The person in charge in Hong Kong straightened his back and couldn't help but think deeply: Who is begging whom to cooperate?

Why did the person who came to talk about cooperation become the leader?

……

Song Weiyu looked at the two hung up calls, and a small flame on his forehead suddenly rose.

[Try if I don’t pick you up again. 】

Fu Haitang glanced at the text message he was chasing, put down his phone, and tapped the table with his index finger.

In psychology, this action is called relieving mental restlessness or uneasiness.

The person in charge who was analyzing the document line by line paused. Just as he opened his mouth to continue, the cell phone of the great man sitting on the seat started ringing frantically again.

The bell sound remained unchanged, but everyone present felt that the sound seemed to be urging people to die.

"Director Fu, why don't you answer the phone first?"

Fu Haitang lowered his eyes and looked at the vibrating mobile phone on the table, "Clingy...", picked up the mobile phone and walked to the window while answering it.

Everyone understood the phrase "clingy", and it must have been the wife who hit her.

There is no man in the world who does not get scolded after his wife calls three times before answering the phone. Especially since this person's identity was different, everyone's mind of gossiping instantly reached its peak.

Everyone on the table was staring down at the documents in their hands, as if they were being tapped, but their ears were pointed towards the man on the phone by the window.

"Huh?" Fu Haitang made a nasal noise into the phone and looked out the window.

He couldn't help but think about whether she would come to accuse her of cutting her face with a blade last night, or whether she would come to draw a clear line with him.

He knew clearly that after what he did to Song Weiyu last night, he had completely pushed her into Chen Fang's arms.

So he didn't want to answer this call at all.