Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Chapter 256 What kind of medicine is this?

"Everyone get lost."

He was completely fed up, his heart rate couldn't stop accelerating, he was restless, restless, self-loathing, and even felt that the whole world was laughing at his unrequited love.

Want to escape, want to vent, want to lose control.

I want to find some pain to distract my attention.

He leaned his head back against the back of the chair, his Adam's apple rolled up, and the hand holding the cigarette kept shaking slightly. He stretched out his other hand to rake his hair back impatiently, making the back of his hair slightly messy.

"I told you to get out...you didn't listen..."

He frowned, stopped cursing, and saw Song Weiyu coming in from the door.

For a moment, he thought it was an illusion.

Didn't Li He say that if he doesn't take medicine, phantoms will appear in front of his eyes?

The woman in front of her was wearing loose wide-leg trousers, a very close-fitting fine knitted sweater that made her breasts look bigger and her waist slimmer, and a simple windbreaker on top.

Her lips are light pink, and her eyebrows are as bright as stars as before.

He panicked even faster, and the hand holding the cigarette could not stop the trembling even with all his strength. Sparks fell on the back of his hand and was burned.

It hurt and felt good, and he felt better.

His chaotic eyes slightly sobered up, and he realized that this was not an illusion when the woman's light scent of wintersweet drifted to his nose.

When Assistant Yu saw Song Weiyu coming in, he immediately complained: "Director Fu doesn't take the medicine, and he wants to throw it away!"

Fu Haitang glanced at Yu Bin, "Why can anyone come in and out of my office now? Where's the secretary outside?"

Assistant Yu thought, what secretary dared to stop Mr. Song?

Song Weiyu didn't pay attention to the man's impatient tone. She looked at the pills on the white tissue and frowned slightly.

What kind of medicine is this? This was not the medicine he took for headaches before.

And, how come there are so many.

Fu Haitang noticed her probing gaze, stretched out his hand to cover the pills, pressed the tissue and dragged it to him. Pour it into your mouth, drink water and swallow it haphazardly.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

She finally felt something was wrong.

"It's too much, Mr. Song." Fu Haitang felt the pills stuck in his throat and drank a full glass of water. He really hated taking medicine. Every time he took medicine before, Song Weiyu would force him to take it.

Song Weiyu was sobered by this sentence. Yes, it was too much to care about. She really shouldn't ask this question.

So, when the two of them have reached this point, what qualifications does she have to let Fu Haitang sell Yun Yi's shares to her?

Suddenly I felt weak all over.

But no matter how unqualified she was, she still had to give it a try. It would be the end of the year in two months, and the betting during the Spring Festival couldn't wait for her.

For Chen Fang, he endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden.

"Director Fu is right. I am indeed not qualified to take care of it. Everything you said is right."

She sat on the guest chair with a smile and looked at the man at the desk with puppy eyes.

Fu Haitang chuckled and turned his chair so that he could look at her.

The woman's face is full of words: I'm trying to please you, don't be ungrateful.

Even though I knew she had a purpose, even though I knew she slept with another man last night.

but……

For Fu Haitang, this face is more effective than any medicine.

Just now, the blood was still rushing with violence and loss of control. Smelling the fragrance of her body and looking at her smiling eyebrows, I unconsciously felt a little more comfortable.

"Last night you..." He wanted to ask if you and Chen Fang really slept last night.

Forget it, I asked knowingly.

He took out another cigarette, held it loosely in his mouth, lit a fire, and burned the depression in his heart.

Song Weiyu glanced at the smoke he exhaled. If he was still smoking when he was not feeling well, he would have pulled him off before.

But not now, because Fu Haitang just said that she cares too much.

As I thought about these words, I felt sour in my heart, as if all the smoke had been inhaled into my lungs, which was uncomfortable.

He used to wish she could take care of it.

The voice was a bit muffled: "What happened last night? Mr. Fu, just ask whatever you want."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Ah?" Song Weiyu was startled, how could he ask such a meaningless question.

Fu Haitang chuckled lightly without waiting for her to answer.

Then he said: "Mr. Song drank too much at the dinner table last night. After Mr. Ma and the others left, you hugged me and refused to let go, saying..."

He paused deliberately and flicked the ashes from his cigarette.

Song Weiyu's eyes widened, what did she say?

Don't remember at all.

Looking at her round eyes, which were dark and bright, Fu Haitang softened a little, but remained indifferent on the surface: "She said she wanted to buy the Yunyi shares I was holding."

Song Weiyu became suspicious. Did she say this?

But then came the joy.

Because she didn't know how to bring this up, but Fu Haitang actually brought it up?

This shows that the acquisition of Yunyi shares can be discussed, but I don’t know what Fu Haitang’s requirements are...

No matter what it is, you can be a cow or a horse.

"Yes, I want to buy it. What are Fu Dong's conditions?" She looked at the man who was lazily smoking with bright eyes.