Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

This is the first time the two have met.

Wen Ying bent down and nodded politely and obediently: "Hello, Director Song."

Song Weiyu looked at her and said nothing, thinking of the child's tragic family background.

Growing up in a village that favored boys over girls, she really liked how she could be so generous, decent, beautiful and self-respecting.

Song Weiyu sat directly on the sofa and studied his nails. When he saw a barb on his nail, he frowned and pulled it off. He couldn't pull it off for a long time and was a little angry.

Her picky look made Song Jingming highly nervous in the hospital bed. How she made things difficult for Su Jin back then was seen by the entire Fu family.

Song Jingming planned to send Wen Ying away: "Didn't I tell you to leave? I don't like outsiders here, they are an eyesore!"

Wen Ying trembled and lowered her head to get her bag.

Wan He smiled brightly and felt happy looking at the shabby cotton skirt: "Oh Jingming, don't be so cruel, you scared Wen Ying."

Song Weiyu raised his head, and a cold and domineering voice sounded: "Wait a moment!"

Song Jingming was worried and sat upright. He would never allow his mother to embarrass Wen Ying.

Song Weiyu ignored Song Jingming's anxious look, looked at the unsightly barb on his finger, and shouted toward the door: "Chen Fang! My hand hurts so much!"

Wen Ying stood there stupidly, and saw a man in a black suit coming in from the door. He was in his forties, with a sleek crew cut, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a very tall figure, and a tough guy temperament. He sat directly next to Song Weiyu, grabbed her open hand, and studied each finger.

It didn't feel like he was looking for a barb at all, but rather like he was looking at some treasure.

Song Jingming whispered: "Just get used to her, until she becomes the president of the United States again."

Wen Ying stared blankly at this scene. Song Weiyu wearing a cheongsam and the bodyguard in a black suit made her feel like she had traveled to the Republic of China.

Song Weiyu looked at her demented expression and couldn't help laughing.

He raised his fingertips, pointed at Wen Ying and said slowly: "Why are you leaving? Didn't Song Jingming let her go?" Then he pointed at Wan He.

Wan He's sneer expression turned into confusion: "Should I leave? Auntie, I'm Wan He...have you forgotten? We often party together."

"I remember you, but you are not familiar with Song Jingming. You two haven't met each other a few times, right?"

Wan He looked embarrassed: "Auntie, I have a good personal relationship with Jing Ming. This classmate Wen Ying is really unfamiliar with her. She has only known Jing Ming for less than a month."

Today's children are too young in their tricks. Song Weiyu was disdainful and glanced at Chen Fang with his peripheral vision.

Chen Fang was carefully pulling out the barbs for her. From her angle, she could just see Chen Fang's perfect profile, resolute and smooth. What was the difference between this and Daniel Wu?

Song Weiyu swallowed and said casually: "No, Wen Ying is the one who lost our second child's virginity and is the heroine of our Fu family."

Chen Fang was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and pinched Song Weiyu's hand secretly.

Wan He stayed where he was like an ice sculpture.

Song Jingming roared: "Mom! Why do you say everything to others!"

Wen Ying's face turned red, and she was a little at a loss, thinking about whether to run away directly.

But Song Weiyu called him over: "Come here, Wen Ying, why do you kid keep your head down? You are so beautiful, and you twist like me when you walk. Do you understand? Just take out Sister Tianyi's Come on."

Chen Fang squeezed her hand again and said in a low voice, "Speak carefully."

Song Weiyu retracted his paw, placed it on Chen Fang's thigh, and then said, "Wen Ying, call me Uncle Chen."

Wen Ying looked at the man sitting next to Song Weiyu and nodded quickly: "Uncle Chen."

"Well, good boy, don't be scared by your Aunt Song. She is used to being so carefree. Don't imitate her."

It was the first time that Chen Fang said so many words and smiled softly. Song Weiyu joked: "Hey, you must be happy to see your second wife, smiling like this."

Chen Fang said nothing and lowered his head to look for any hangnails on her other hand. But Song Jingming kept looking at him on the hospital bed.

Song Weiyu looked up at the ice sculpture: "Miss Wan, please go back first. We have some things to talk about at home. It's not convenient for you to be here. Please come and play often in the future."

Wan He lost all face and fled in despair.

She didn't expect that Song Weiyu would introduce Chen Fang to Wen Ying, who was this Chen Fang! None of the older generation bosses in the capital should call him Brother Chen when they see him. It's not that Chen Fang is very powerful, it's just that the group of second-generation ancestors from the previous generation were divided into two parts. One part was punched by Chen Fang, and the other part was begging Chen Fang to handle personal matters.

Wan He knew very well the position Chen Fang held in Song Weiyu's heart. For all the years he had known Song Weiyu, Chen Fang had never said a word to Wan He.

Song Weiyu regards Wen Ying as one of his own! Wan He's anger was now burning to the extreme.

Just thinking about how to get revenge.

Song Jingming roared angrily: "Mom! What nonsense are you talking about! What if Wan He hears it and goes out to tell Wen Ying lies?"

Song Weiyu looked at Wen Ying and asked, "Are you afraid that she will go out and tell you lies?"

Wen Ying shook his head: "If it's a lie, it will be a lie no matter how you spread it. If it's the truth, then you don't have to worry about others telling it."

Song Weiyu nodded and muttered in a low voice: "As expected of me, I like it..."

Song Jingming shouted at Song Weiyu: "She knows nothing about a child... Don't you know that rumors are more powerful than tigers? Mom, I tell you, this Wan He will definitely find trouble. I have difficulty moving, so please keep an eye on her."

Song Weiyu rolled his eyes at him.

"Wen Ying, our second child depends on you. You must take care of him every day these days. This child is too stubborn and I don't know who he looks like. If he doesn't listen to you, just beat him. You're welcome."

Song Jingming snorted coldly and glanced at Wen Ying: "I won't be beaten less."

Wen Ying bit her lip and didn't slap her too much, just two slaps.

Song Weiyu smiled: "Haha, that means you do a lot of bad things. I'm leaving, you guys can talk, I'll go shopping."

After that, she twisted her slender waist and stepped on high heels and walked out. Chen Fang carried her bag and still didn't look at Song Jingming. She followed behind and closed the door thoughtfully.

The two entered the elevator directly.

In the elevator, Chen Fang glanced at Song Weiyu's waist and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't wear such close-fitting clothes in the future."

Song Weiyu raised his lips: "What? Jealous?"

He had no right to be jealous, but the eyes of the men along the way were eager to hang directly on Song Weiyu, which made him unhappy. Chen Fang didn't speak, so Song Weiyu looked at Chen Fang with peach blossom eyes, and deliberately took half a step back to follow him.

Chen Fang sucked in a breath with his Adam's apple rolling, and pushed her away coldly. His eyes looked forward deeply.

Song Weiyu was already used to this man's godlike self-control, but the more he behaved like this, the more she liked to tease him maliciously. She was not happy until he made him angry and kept silent for several days with a dark face.

In the ward.

Song Jingming stared at Chen Fang's leaving back without saying a word, his eyes were deep and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Then he looked at Wen Ying and said in a cold voice: "You go, I want to be alone."

Wen Ying shook his head: "But they are all gone. What if you need someone to take care of you?"

Song Jingming laughed disdainfully: "Haha, Wen Ying, how much money will my mother give you to do my bidding?"

Wen Ying tried hard not to care about his meanness, telling herself that the car accident was caused by her and she must take care of him: "5 a month, so I can't leave."

Song Jingming sneered: "Classmate Wen, are you worth the price?"