Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Chapter 222 Civil Affairs Bureau 2

Fu Haitang looked at the cigarette butts on her fingertips, remembering how she was so angry that she wouldn't allow him to smoke. She said: I can't smell the smoke! If you smoke again, don’t come near me...

Haha, he can't get close, but she doesn't mind the smell of cigarette smoke all over Chen Fang.

I threw away my cigarette and got out of the car. He said sarcastically to the two people: "So close? Why don't you go back and take a nap before we leave?"

Song Weiyu still didn't look at him, as if he didn't hear the irony. He said to Chen Fang: "You can stay outside and wait for me. I should just sign and it will be done soon."

Chen Fang nodded.

She took two steps, took off her old black suit, handed it back, and wrapped her hands tightly around her cashmere cardigan.

In fact, it was cold to wear a velvet suspender skirt and a cardigan in the winter, but when she went out and got in the car, she got off in the company's underground garage and had no contact with the cold air outside.

So she always dresses with beauty in mind and never considers practicality.

I just didn’t expect to come to the Civil Affairs Bureau today.

Everything developed so fast and smoothly that it was a bit dramatic.

Fu Haitang looked at her thin figure floating in the dry and cold November, and turned his eyes away. He didn't want to look at her anymore, and he would never look at her again.

He waved his hand to Assistant Yu, who nodded and walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Gu Zhen came out.

He stretched out his hand to stop Assistant Yu and said, "Everything has been arranged. The signing will be done in secret. No outsiders will be present. It will be a completely private environment."

Fu Haitang sneered and gave Gu Zhen a thoughtful look.

Lift your feet and walk inside.

Leaving Song Weiyu far behind, by the time she entered the office inside, Fu Haitang was already reading the details of the divorce agreement with her legs crossed.

She walked over to the chair next to Fu Haitang and saw the divorce agreement on the table, which was the one prepared by Gu Zhen.

"Oh, you are really leaving home. How long have you been preparing for this agreement?" Fu Haitang turned his pen and slowly turned page by page.

"The day he left."

Fu Haitang smiled and said nothing. He was the best at finding mistakes in contracts. He could see the problems at a glance. But this agreement was so perfect that he couldn't find any faults with it.

Just like this marriage, he couldn't find a reason to maintain it.

Song Weiyu didn't read the contract and waited quietly for him to read it.

He turned slower and slower, and she didn't rush him.

The cashmere cardigan was slightly stretchy, and she pulled it so that it could cover half of her palm. After playing with the poor sleeves for a long time, her drooping eyes finally couldn't help but drift towards the man sitting next to her.

Excellent proportions of facial features, upturned eyes, high bridge of nose, and always an arrogant and disdainful look in his eyes.

Even with her legs crossed, she still looks dignified.

The business staff were all looking at him in a daze, no wonder...he was the most eye-catching wherever he was.

Song Weiyu couldn't help but reveal a smile that he didn't even notice, and met Fu Haitang's eyes.

She felt as if she was burned by a spark, and hurriedly stopped laughing. She immediately straightened her head as she peeked at him, and quickly flipped through the contract in front of her in an attempt to cover it up.

Fu Haitang held the contract in one hand and leaned on the backrest. "Just look at it openly. The person is still yours now. There is no need to steal it."

She blushed and flipped through a few more pages of the contract: "I haven't read it. I've seen enough."

"Yes, Director Song likes to steal."

……

Song Weiyu's red ears quickly faded, and he turned to the last page and signed his name.

She signed two copies in less than 30 seconds. The last copy was still in Fu Haitang's hand. She stretched out her hand and asked: "Have you finished reading it? I want to sign it."

Fu Haitang held the contract without letting go: "Are you in a hurry? Are you afraid that the person you stole will wait outside for too long?"

The staff remained calm and quietly pricked up their ears to eavesdrop on the gossip of the wealthy family.

Song Weiyu's face was a little annoyed, and his chest rose and fell slightly, but he didn't let it out.

Fu Haitang laughed again and said, "Why don't you call me in?"

Then he raised his eyebrows at the staff: "Can you handle two businesses this day, that is, she divorces me, and then immediately gets married to someone outside! There is no need for a cooling-off period, just do it directly."

He clasped his hands together and said calmly: "I can add more money if I can."

"Fu Haitang!"

Song Weiyu finally couldn't hold it back and knocked the pen in her hand heavily on the table. The force was so strong that her wrist hurt.

She looked sideways at him, her eyes red. Divorce was enough to make her feel distressed.

And being humiliated by him like this.

"Tsk, can't you help it anymore? I thought your temper had really become that good. You still get angry after just a few words."

After speaking, he picked up the pen, turned it around, and clicked on the contract.

"If I sign this, Director Song will not be able to walk away in the capital from now on. So during this one-month cooling-off period, hurry up and teach those people you dislike a lesson, and I can still help you."

Looking at her red eyes that were holding back tears, he slowly signed the first agreement with an invisible smile.

"You spend money lavishly. Are your personal savings enough for you to squander? How about I transfer some more to you from the finance department? Or, let's share the savings equally."

He tilted his head slightly and opened the second agreement, signing the second signature in a hurry.

The last agreement was written on his pen for a long time.

There seemed to be the sound of a clock ticking in the air, and it seemed like the melody of time slowly passing through the fingers.

He said in a low voice: "My mobile phone number will never be changed."