Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Weiyu turned off her mobile phone and turned her peach blossom eyes to hook up with Fu Haitang: "Husband, follow me to Hangzhou tomorrow to find my second son."

Fu Haitang nodded and looked at her with unclear eyes. Although there is a smile on the corner of the mouth, it is gloomy and dangerous:

"Just the two of us going?"

Hearing the sound, Song Weiyu stood up. Sitting on his lap with her waist twisted, the elegant fragrance of wintersweet hit her instantly.

Stretching out her thin fingertips to pinch his cheek: "Honey, it's so early in the morning, what kind of evil jealousy is this?"

Seeing that she took the initiative to give in, Fu Haitang wanted to show off, but couldn't hold it back and laughed quietly.

The look in her eyes was a little more helpless, but also full of doting.

He reached out to hold her waist and press deeper into his arms. The man in his arms had stood up and walked out the door while making a phone call.

His hands fell empty, and he clenched his fingers tightly.

There is only the faint smell of wintersweet in the snow left all over.

In the garden outside the door, Song Weiyu looked at the koi carp in the pond, and his voice became a little soft: "I will go to Hangzhou tomorrow to find my second son, will you go..."

There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone, and then a low, short and magnetic male voice came: "I'm not going."

"Then I'll call you every day and wait for my return."

"it is good."

The voice of the person opposite was exactly the same as when he picked her up at the bar last night. The words are cherished like gold and the voice is low-pitched. Listening to it makes people feel at ease.

Song Weiyu hung up the phone, her heart tightening...

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At this time, in Song Jingming's private suite on the 38th floor, a thin and pale girl rubbed her malnourished long hair and opened her eyes.

She couldn't help but scream, and the pain of being crushed spread to her limbs, and her legs were so sore that she finally got up.

Opening his eyes, he saw in front of him a man hugging a goose-down quilt, staring closely at him.

The man's hair was a little messy and spilled on his forehead, his eyes were deep, and his nose was high. He was shirtless, and some strong muscles could be seen.

Isn't this Mr. Song who rescued her last night?

She immediately remembered something, stared with panicked eyes, and asked tremblingly: "Did I put you to sleep last night?"

Song Jingming's voice was a little hoarse, and he, who was always calm and cold, couldn't help but growl: "What!... Who is sleeping with whom?"

She couldn't help but think so.

Because there are scattered blue marks on the neck and collarbone of the man opposite.

It’s impossible for Mr. Song to chew it himself, right?

Before Song Jingming noticed, she just wanted to run away, but she didn't know that there were more messy things on her body.

Across the bed, Song Jingming looked confused, but his eyes were staring at the ambiguous blood streaks on the sheets...

His 28-year virginity was just revealed like this? ?

The two of them were silent, both thinking about last night...

Hangzhou Zhonghe Hotel, on the 8th floor, is the most upscale bar in Hangzhou, where people indulge in extravagance and spend every night.

He was busy in the office until past 10 o'clock, reviewing and approving the project progress of the new resort, and just wanted to go back to his room to sleep.

He was stopped by Secretary Li: "Boss, Mr. Xiao You is here. It's on the 8th floor. He brought a girl with him. She looks to be less than 20 years old. I'm afraid something will happen."

" Um…"

Secretary Li wiped his sweat. Song Jingming was always cold and taciturn. No one could guess what he was thinking.

"Mr. Song, what's that? Why don't you take a look? I heard what he said. It's the first time for a college student tonight... I'm afraid it will be the same as last time. Don't cause any lives."

Song Jingming threw away the documents, glanced at Secretary Li, with a gloomy and displeased look on his face, rolled up his suit sleeves, and walked towards the elevator.

In the lobby on the 8th floor, the lights are dim but the music is very elegant.

The man walked to the box without saying a word. Under the dim retro lighting, he was wearing a tailored suit that outlined his perfect figure.

The door was not closed tightly, and I heard cheers from inside: "Wen Ying, don't pretend to be a chaste martyr! You can leave if you want, just strip naked for me and leave! Damn it, do you think I spent 10 yuan in vain?"

Song Jingming stood at the door of the private room with his hands in his trousers pockets and listened quietly to the sounds inside.

... This group of second-generation ancestors in Hangcheng are not worthy of him. But these are the people who can't afford to cause any trouble but love to treat others badly.

"Wen Ying, you have to listen to me when you come out to sell! Why do you think I'll give you 100,000 yuan in one night and you'll get two handfuls of it! Just poke it twice? Haha... That's ridiculous!"

"I'm sorry, I really thought it was just...just..."

The voice was weak, tinged with fear, and trembling, and it was particularly abrupt in this luxuriant place.

Song Jingming was still outside the door. Hearing this trembling voice, his eyes darkened and an impatient look appeared on his face.

However, this Xiaoyou is still brave enough to come to the 8th floor.

One time half a year ago, Mr. You drank too much and took out all the whips, sticks and massage sticks, causing blood all over the room. He called the police and was suppressed by the You family.

But if you dare to do something outrageous in Song Jingming's hotel, you have to think about the consequences.

A few days later, Mr. You was caught by a group of gangsters who didn't know where they came from. They fucked him one by one with all the tools, and he stayed in the hospital for half a month before he came out.

He dared to come this time, and he was considered the bravest among the second generation ancestors.

Song Jingming squinted his eyes and listened to the voice inside that was pretending to be calm but was actually crying with fear. He felt a little irritated and tugged on his tie and loosened a button.

He hesitated whether to go in and get a wine bottle and blow Mr. You's head off, or just kick him in the crotch.

Mr. You's obscene voice came from inside again: "Wen Ying, I know you are short of money. Take it quickly... Don't worry, brother won't use too much force. At most, he will be tied up and whipped a few times... Hahaha!"

Song Jingming had a sullen face and flew forward to kick open the box door.

He was too lazy to deal with this group of people. He didn't even raise his eyes to look at them. He pointed at Wen Ying and said, "Secretary Li, take this kid away for me."

He stood outside the box, his expression blurred by the light, but he could vaguely feel that he was tall and straight, wearing a black suit, very dignified and cold, and exuding a dangerous aura.

Secretary Li went in, but did not bring Wen Ying out.

Song Jingming then raised his head and looked inside. It turned out that not only was Mr. You in the private room, but he also brought a local gangster from Hangzhou, who probably came to avenge the vibrator tonight.

Mr. You stood up and pretended to be surprised: "Hey, Mr. Song is here! Come on, let me introduce to you. This is our Mr. Song, who is usually very low-key. However, almost all the five-star hotels in South China are It’s all his.”

Song Jingming strode into the box, raised his eyes and looked around.

Sitting on the sofa was a local snake, looking at him with a provocative face. Next to the local snake stood six sturdy young men, who looked quite capable of fighting.

It seems that we need some blood tonight to take this child away.

Only then did Song Jingming take a closer look at Wen Ying, who was standing in the box. She was wearing a long black dress with thin suspenders, thin arms and legs, and only two breasts.

The facial features are very delicate, and the eyes are clear and translucent. But he was thin and white, with a greenish tint to his face when he was frightened, and looked like he was malnourished.

At first glance, he looks like a student who has not graduated.

The local snake spoke up: "Mr. Song, I have admired you for a long time. But why do you want this woman as soon as you come in? We spent money on this woman, you don't follow the rules..."

"The rules are for people to listen to. Do you understand?"

Song Jingming sat on the sofa, leaning on his back, crossing his legs, and sneered with disdain.

The local snake is also experienced in many battles. Not only was he not annoyed, but he also laughed: "No wonder Boss Song's business is so big. You are really brave."

"Tell me how much it will cost, and I'll take her away." Song Jingming's voice remained cold and steady.