Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The butler looked at the food on the table without touching a word, and half of the people were already gone. The remaining two people obviously had no intention of leaving, but their faces were extremely ugly.

Alas...it's the same thing again.

I skillfully went to the wine cabinet to find two bottles of Maotai Collection and opened them.

The two crystal wine glasses were placed and each person added a glass.

Putting down the wine: "Sir, I'll stand down first. You two drink slowly. If you need anything, you can ring the table bell."

"And sir, the blue and white porcelain vase on this table was bought by my husband last month. If you accidentally smash it again, my wife will lose her temper when she comes back."

After saying that, he seemed to have to leave.

He walked to the door and said to the people doing chores outside: "Keep an eye on it, but don't eavesdrop. The two gentlemen inside will get into a fight and call me right away."

"Okay, who should we help first in the fight?"

"Don't help anyone, just protect Huanghuali and antiques."

The main hall was extremely quiet, and a particularly long-lived katydid cooed from the crack in the wall outside the window. The moonlight spread on the lawn, glowing in a trance.

Both of them were leaning on the backs of their chairs, their expressions could be said to be gloomy but also plain, and they could be said to be complex but accustomed to it.

Chen Fang twisted the ear drill.

Fu Haitang turned the wedding ring.

They didn't even touch the glasses when they picked them up. They drank it all in one gulp and the wine bottomed out.

Neither of them had eaten a mouthful of food. After drinking so much, they were both enduring the burning sensation in their stomachs and pretending to be expressionless.

It is said that a man is a boy in this life, and now he starts to pretend.

Each person has a bottle, and each pours wine for himself. The clear wine drips out of the bottle and is filled again.

This time the drink was not about wine, but about the boy's face.

The two of them swallowed hard, frowned as they struggled to swallow, clenched their fingers, and their eyes turned red due to stimulation. They swallowed the tears in the corners of their eyes and refused to say a word.

There was a throbbing pain in my stomach, as if there was fake wine in the bottle. His face now looks even uglier than before, and he feels uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Forget it, in the face of absolute pain in the body, being young is not that important.

Fu Haitang picked up the chopsticks, swallowed two mouthfuls of shrimps, grabbed a handful of cashews, and said with a joking face: "Pretend, I'll have a perforated stomach in a while."

Chen Fang glanced at him, his stern profile showing no expression under the moon-white light.

"She has a fever today."

Fu Haitang ate a cashew nut, put his hands on his chest and pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile: "What? Did you touch it out?"

Chen Fang looked at him: "That's not true..."

"...from a kiss."

"Draft it? Chen Fang."

After throwing the cashew nuts, Fu Haitang punched Chen directly, hitting Chen's lower jaw, but he did not dodge. The punch caused blood to flow from his mouth. He licked his cheeks with his tongue and swallowed.

Fu Haitang narrowed his eyes and laughed: "Chen Fang, don't you want to know what she and I did when we entered your room last night?"

Chen Fang snorted coldly: "Could it be the same as what she and I did in my room this morning?"

Fu Haitang was stunned and punched again and shouted: "Draw it up, Chen Fang!"

This time he fought back. The two of them fought together, pinning each other on the ground and punching randomly no matter where they landed.

In less than 10 seconds, Fu Haitang was beaten to the point of being unable to fight.

The busboy at the door suddenly realized that he had to help.

"Chen Fang! Do you want me to frame the marriage certificate and hang it on your bedside? Let you see whose wife she is."

Chen Song let go of him and sat back in his chair: "I'm lying to you, there was nothing this morning."

Fu Haitang grinned, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. He stood on the ground rubbing his chest, his suit was wrinkled, and he looked embarrassed.

The housekeeper arrived in a hurry and had already finished the beating.

And left in a hurry.

The two of them drank a whole glass of wine fiercely, their mouths were bleeding, and they were so hot that they suddenly woke up.

But after the superficial pain passed, there was a deeper intoxication.

Fu Haitang's voice became quiet: "I won't tie her up anymore, I will divorce her. I know, she..."

She loves you. These words were like a knife. I was afraid it would cut his throat when he said them. He swallowed them.

Chen Fang reached into his trousers pocket, took out a box of cigarettes, pulled out one, and threw the box to Fu Haitang.

He tilted his head and nodded, then threw the lighter over.

Fu Haitang picked up the cigarette case on the table, twisted one with two fingers and put it in his mouth, holding it loosely. The lighter made a sound and burst into flames. The smoke swirled between the two men, and no one could see the other's expression clearly.

After finishing one cigarette, Fu Haitang took another one. Nicotine enters the lungs and the words come out.

"After we leave, you will be upright. I owe you this."

Chen Fang looked at the almost burnt cigarette butts on his fingertips, smiled faintly, and said with unclear eyes, "Okay."

Then he called his secretary: "Book a ticket to Paris tomorrow. The sooner the better."

"I'll give you the cigarette." After saying that, Chen Fang stood up and returned to the room.

Fu Haitang leaned on the stool weakly and pulled open two buttons of his shirt. Only then did he realize that the tightness in his throat was not due to the tight buttons.

He lowered his head, his usually meticulous hair falling to his forehead, and took deep and shallow puffs of his cigarette.

He listened to the dying sounds of the katydids at the door and watched the moon's light gradually dim.

The ground was covered with soot. When the first ray of light entered this Chinese-style mansion in the morning, he realized what it was like to smoke alone all night.

He wiped his hair, drove out of the gate without changing or washing his clothes.

Stayed at the company for three days.

For three days, Song Weiyu and Chen Fang didn't come back.

The head lawyer of the legal department stood in his office with a pile of documents: "Director Fu, these are the things you need to get through for your divorce. These need to be signed by you and Director Song at the same time, and some are being sorted out and need to be signed by all directors. There are also Some……"

"So troublesome?"

The lawyer nodded: "The amount of shares you and Mr. Song hold together is too large, and the property is too numerous and complicated. However, our department is working day and night to strive for this week..."

"Don't worry, I'm not Huang Shiren. You should rest and get off work."

Fu Haitang turned the Montblanc pen and spoke calmly.

Besides, Song Weiyu is not in the country now, so who can sign with him?

He hasn't slept well for three days and three nights. When he closes his eyes, it's Song Weiyu. He can't help but think about what Song Weiyu and Chen Fang are doing. Are they happy to death? Maybe they are getting married in Paris.

It's her when I close my eyes, it's her when I open my eyes, and it feels like this office is filled with the smell of wintersweet on her body.

I was so tortured that I felt like a human being or a ghost. I was still wearing the same suit as three days ago.

No future.

He smashed the twelfth cup with a black face. The secretary came in after hearing the sound and brought another exactly the same one filled with chrysanthemum tea that relieves fire.

The secretary is clearing away the debris on the desk.

Fu Haitang squeezed the pen tightly, looked at the wedding ring on his middle finger, took a deep breath and said, "Get ready to fly to Paris now."

After boarding the plane, Fu Haitang called Chen Fang's secretary: "Do you know the specific location of Mr. Chen in Paris? Send it to me."

He couldn't find Song Weiyu, nor could he find Chen Fang's location. Anyway, they are together.

Secretary Chen Fang replied hesitantly, and Fu Haitang slumped in the large massage chair, holding his cell phone in a still position.