Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Jingming flew all the way to the window where the scenery outside the window was overlapping and could not be seen clearly.

When I arrived at the hotel door, I panicked and leaned on the steering wheel, gasping for air. He seemed to understand a little bit, every time his eldest brother called him when he was drunk and burst into tears and said how heartache he felt when he missed his sister-in-law.

After lying down for a while, I raised my head. Instead of seeing the gorgeous lights outside the hotel, I saw the words Hangcheng University.

Song Jingming became angry and slapped the steering wheel hard. Without any hope, he actually drove to her school.

I wanted to restart the car, but never pressed it. His slender hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if he wanted to crush his own hands. Song Jingming felt like he was going crazy now. He was dancing non-stop and panicking. He had never felt this uneasy in 30 years.

So sour as hell.

I wonder if the orange she ate was also so sour.

Song Jingming sat in the car for half an hour, but the thin figure did not appear. I thought, shouldn’t I talk for an hour? It's been an hour and 10 minutes.

Is it possible that this woman wants to spend the night there?

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. Song Jingming opened the skylight, leaned back on the back chair absentmindedly, raised his neck, and drew beautiful lines on his face. Looking at the dark night and the stars, my eyes became moist.

His face was full of loneliness and indifference.

Dong Dong Dong, someone knocked on the car window. Song Jingming's heart skipped a beat, thinking it was Wen Ying, so he quickly opened the car door and stepped out.

It's Wanhe.

"Jing Ming, I saw your car so far away. Why are you at the school gate? Are you here to find me?"

Song Jingming licked his dry lips, feeling a little impatient.

Just wanted to refuse. When he raised his eyes, he saw a black Audi driving steadily to the school gate. Song Jingming's heartbeat accelerated and he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, a man who looked about the same age as him got out of the car, and Wen Ying got off on the other side.

The two smiled very tenderly under the light.

Song Jingming was stunned. Wan He followed his dull gaze and looked over. The originally smiling eyes immediately turned into vicious jealousy.

It's this woman again. Song Jingming's eyes were all about her.

Wan He stepped forward and took Song Jingming's arm: "Jingming, that girl seems to be the girl who was rumored to be having an affair with you on the forum a few days ago. Is she really engaged in paid dating?"

Song Jingming put his hands into his trousers pockets and said nothing with a gloomy face. Staring at the two people who were still talking under the streetlight.

Compensated dating?

Since you want to make money through assisted dating, why not find him instead of someone else? She is just in love.

Wan He watched the Audi slowly start to drive away. Wen Ying happened to turn back and walk towards the campus. Leng Buding and Song Jingming met each other's eyes.

Wen Ying grabbed her rag bag and froze on the spot.

Wan He looked at Song Jingming's face, his lips tightly pursed and expressionless. But she still saw how gloomy and terrifying he was, not to mention the crazy predatory intent in his eyes that was about to burst out.

Wan He looked at the eyes of the two people gradually intertwining, held Song Jingming's arm tightly, and kissed him on the cheek.

Song Jingming still didn't respond.

He was waiting to see Wen Ying's reaction. He wanted to see her jealous and sad.

In fact, he thought that even just a little bit would be enough to soothe his jealousy that would kill him tonight.

But the woman didn't react at all. She turned around and entered the school gate.

Wan He looked at Wen Ying's back and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "It's so far from the school gate to the dormitory. Please send me in. It's too dark and I'll be scared."

Song Jingming watched the little figure walk quickly into the darkness without even looking back. He replied numbly as if his heart was dead: "Okay."

He didn't want to see her off, he just wanted to see the back of the woman in front of him.

He let Wan He hold his arm and walked on the road to school. At night, there were a few classmates who were in love walking on the road.

Looking at Wen Ying's figure in front of him, Song Jingming's desire for revenge became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Wan He was also about to give Wen Ying a blow when the two of them passed by Wen Ying. Wan He deliberately approached Song Jingming: "Jingming, did you come to see me specifically today?"

"Yes, specifically."

The sound was neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough to reach Wen Ying's ears.

Wen Ying lowered her head and could not see her expression clearly under the shadow of the street lamp.

Wan He and Song Jingming were less than 5 meters away in front of her. From behind, they looked like a perfect match. One is tall and straight, the other is slender and graceful.

"Jingming, it's my father's birthday in a few days. There will be a banquet in your hotel. You must come. My father often talks about you, saying that you are just like his son-in-law. He misses you so much when he doesn't see you for a long time."

Song Jingming paused for a few seconds and replied: "I will definitely go."

Wen Ying buried her head lower. After not seeing each other for a week, Wen Ying thought she had forgotten him, but now, his tall body was walking in front. My heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and the tip of my nose couldn't help but feel sore.

I feel like a clown, I slept all night for no reason, I was posted on the forum for no reason, my real girlfriend came to me for no reason, and now I am jealous for no reason.

The sourness in my heart now is even worse than that orange tonight.

Wen Ying tried hard to swallow the discomfort in her throat. I found another way to walk around, but tears couldn't stop rolling in my eyes. It felt more like there was a thorn stuck in my heart, and it hurt every time I breathed.

Could it be that you have fallen in love with him? The saddest thing for Wen Ying is to fall in love with someone who is far away from her, just like a pilgrim on the long sandy road, worshiping step by step, but there is no hope. What can support her is a little faith in the distance.

Wen Ying rubbed her fingers and stirred them around. Her fingers hurt and she felt better.

I don't know how long I walked before I arrived downstairs in the dormitory. The night wind was a little cooler, which could calm the heat of the day. After sniffing, the phone rang. It's Lucheng.

"Classmate Wen, have you arrived at the dormitory?"

"Mr. Lu, thank you for sending me back tonight. I just arrived at the dormitory. Don't worry about me. Well, good night."

The gentle and gentle voice struck the heart of a man hiding in the dark.

Did she call him Mr. Lu?

At 10 o'clock, half of the street lights went out. Wen Ying hung up the phone and wanted to turn into the dormitory building. But he was dragged away by an arm stretched out from the darkness. Her arms were thick and powerful, so she could only be pulled away by the man like a chicken, and then surrounded in the corner of the dormitory building.

Wen Ying knew it was him. The moment he came closer, Wen Ying smelled the familiar fragrance of him. Looking up, it was Song Jingming's sad eyes.

She had never seen Song Jingming with such sad eyes. In her impression, Song Jingming had always been arrogant, and his eyes could not tolerate anyone. But now, his reflection was reflected in his eyes.

The two of them just looked at each other, their hearts beating rapidly in the darkness.

Song Jingming saw the red circles under her eyes and thought of that night when she cried and begged him. The corners of her eyes were so red and filled with tears that he couldn't stop kissing her again and again.

But just now, Wen Ying called the man on the phone, Mr. Lu. Song Jingming opened his lips lightly, and his voice was extremely slow and flat, accompanied by some weakness: "Wen Ying, do you still remember, what did you call me that night?"

what is it call? My name is Mr. Song...

She was like a puddle of water sinking beneath her, not allowing him to touch here or bite there.

It doesn't matter whether it's fast or slow. If he doesn't listen, she cries. Very high maintenance.

"You are so difficult to take care of, can that man named Lu take care of you well?"