Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The last sentence completely crushed Wen Ying.

She squatted on the ground holding her phone, holding her arms helplessly. Wrapping himself up like before, he wanted to cry but didn't dare, so he could only bite his arm hard to relieve the pain in his heart.

She didn't understand why she had to be born into such a family that eats people but doesn't spit out their bones. Even if she worked hard to get into college, she couldn't change anything. Because her family was like an invisible rope, tightly tied to her ankles, she took a desperate step forward, dragging the three vampires behind her.

They tortured her to pieces. Like three leeches, they clung to her body, sucking all her blood away, leaving her with no courage to move forward.

She laughed until the end of her cry.

Laughing at yourself is like an ant in the mud. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink. It is being eaten away by the mud and eventually reduced to mud. He laughs at his own despair and his own sorrow.

After laughing, I compromised my family of origin and gave up my own struggle.

I wiped away my tears, washed my face, and tried to look like nothing happened. Returning to the ward, looking at Song Jingming's handsome and noble face, my heartbeat was instantly replaced by inferiority complex.

She said calmly: "Mr. Song, we just slept one night accidentally, don't take it to heart. I already have a boyfriend. If you do this, I will be very embarrassed."

Song Jingming didn't say a word, but stared at her until the circles under his eyes were red, until he wanted to see through her, and until he shed tears without realizing it.

It wasn't until tears flowed to his lips and bitterness spread in his mouth that he slowly looked out the window and said softly: "I know, I won't embarrass you anymore."

Neither of them spoke anymore, and the only sound left in their ears was the sound of rain hitting the leaves outside the window.

This calmness lasted for half a month. Song Jingming no longer lost his temper, no longer embarrassed Wen Ying. He ate when he was asked to eat and walked when he was asked to walk.

It feels like two strangers separated by ten thousand layers of tulle. They can vaguely feel each other's outline and know that he exists behind the tulle, but they can't feel his breathing or his emotions.

In the past half month, the two of them had been getting along awkwardly and uncomfortable.

But it seems that what I look forward to most every day is the few hours of meeting each other, like stepping on broken glass with bare feet, just to take a look at the roses on the wall. It hurts and I love at the same time.

On the day Song Jingming was discharged from the hospital, Wen Ying went to the hospital as usual, packed his things, and waited for the Fu family to pick him up. Today, the two seemed to have made an appointment, and they were both silent.

Everyone knew that after today, the two of them would never see each other again.

Wen Ying thought that it was great not to see her anymore, as the mud on her body would not splash on the white clouds. For the last time, let myself give up completely and give Song Jingming a happy life.

Wen Ying called Lu Cheng and asked him if he could come to the hospital in an hour and wait at the door to pick her up.

Lu Cheng happily agreed: "You haven't been willing to see me since you returned to China. Why did you come to me today? Your friend is going to be discharged from the hospital?"

"Yes, Mr. Lu, actually I shouldn't hide it from you. To be honest, I took advantage of you."

Lu Cheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Use? That classmate Wen is smarter than I thought, and he can also take advantage of people, hehehe..."

There was no dissatisfaction in Lu Cheng's words, and there was even some pampering and comfort in his words. He wanted to hear how this silly girl took advantage of him.

"Mr. Lu, I lied to my friend and said that you were my boyfriend. But don't get me wrong, I just...just..." Wen Ying didn't know how to explain, but he just wanted Song Jingming to give up?

She felt she was too shameless.

Lu Cheng became happier and happier as he listened on the other end of the phone, and the corners of his mouth rose to an unprecedented height. He really thought this silly rabbit was so cute, stupid and stupid.

"Classmate Wen, you mean, I am responsible for pretending to be your boyfriend today?"

"Well... I'm sorry, Mr. Lu. It's really offensive. Just pretend for an hour."

Lu Cheng tried his best not to laugh out loud. He clenched his hands into fists and put them against his mouth. He rubbed the corners of his stiff mouth, then stood up, picked up his clothes and walked downstairs.

"Classmate Wen, my one-hour appearance fee is very expensive. Do you really want to stop thinking about it?"

Wen Ying's palms were sweating while holding the phone, and thin drops of water oozed from her forehead. She frowned for a long time before she managed to squeeze out a few words: "Then... Mr. Lu, how much does it cost for 10 minutes?"

Lu Cheng stopped outside the car, holding on to the roof of the car with one hand and laughing. He looked up at the brilliant Lingxiao flowers in the community, squinted his eyes and said, "Classmate Wen, 10 minutes is enough to do something?"

Wen Ying thought that he could really keep him for 10 minutes, and said hurriedly: "That's enough, that's enough, 10 minutes is enough. Just pick me up at the entrance of the hospital and get in the car."

There was a vicious predatory look in Lu Cheng's narrowed eyes, like a cat that saw a mouse and the fur all over his body became ruffled. For Wen Ying, it was undeniable that he felt love at first sight.

After all, this girl is as beautiful as a model, and she always has a cold, distant, yet silly and honest temperament about her. It was so elusive to him that he couldn't help but want to dig deeper.

When he really looked into it, he found out that this girl was so poor that she only had two meals a day. Each meal consisted of a dish, a steamed bun and a bowl of free seaweed soup.

Beautiful and pitiful, any man can't help but want to be the hero in her life.

Lu Cheng couldn't help it anymore.

"Classmate Wen, the minimum order is one hour."

Warm welcome but cold welcome? ’ made a sound. Then he realized it. Although he felt sorry for the money, he still hesitated to reply: "Okay, Mr. Lu, I'll cover it."

After all, the money was calculated in a roundabout way, and it was spent on Song Jingming. Thinking about it this way, she felt less distressed.

Lu Cheng's car had already left the community and was heading to this private hospital. Hearing her trembling words, Lu Cheng's heart almost burst into tears, but his voice became hoarse: "Classmate Wen, what are you packing?"

"I've got you covered."

Wen Ying felt it was impolite to say these two words and hurriedly tried to save her: "I didn't mean that, Mr. Lu, I offended you, I'm sorry."

Lu Cheng succeeded, but the sullen smile could no longer satisfy him, so he laughed out loud: "Wen Ying, you are right, you are guaranteeing me. Okay, I will be at the hospital parking lot in 30 minutes, I, Lu Cheng, guarantee your satisfaction .”

After saying that, he hung up the phone, chuckled a few times, and was eager to share this happiness. Lu Cheng, who had not posted in Moments for ten thousand years, took out his mobile phone and texted two words: Haha.

My friend called immediately: "There's something wrong with you."

This friend's name is Lin Zhisong, and he is the child of Lu Cheng. There is no secret between the two of them from crotchless pants to suit pants. But Lu Cheng didn't want to say anything at the moment. He wanted to hide Wen Ying in a small place in his heart that only belonged to him.

But it's too late.

"Lucheng, I fucking saw you. Grandson, stop the car."

Lu Cheng sneered: "Go away and catch up with me if you can." After that, he stepped on the accelerator and drove to the hospital. Many vehicles honked their horns along the way. Lu Cheng looked at the ostentatious Porsche stuck at the intersection and couldn't help but shake his head.

She arrived earlier than scheduled, and Lu Cheng lay in the car waiting for her.

Still couldn't help but send her a WeChat message: "Boss Wen, I'm here and I'm going to start the timer."