Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It looks like a love triangle, but it's wrong. Song Jingming has been single for 30 years and is just a monk. He even felt that Song Jingming liked men for a while.

Could it be that Song Jingming likes Lu Cheng, Lu Cheng likes this silly rabbit, and silly rabbit likes Song Jingming?

Lin Zhisong shrugged, narrowed his eyes and continued to look for the answer.

Lu Cheng looked at Silly Rabbit with doting eyes, but deliberately avoided Song Jingming's eyes. Silly Rabbit looked at Song Jingming with a somewhat confused look, but to Lin Zhisong, who had been in love for many years, this was naked love.

Looks can't deceive.

But the way Song Jingming looked at Lu Cheng was full of resentment, like a... resentful woman.

He, Lin Zhisong, would never be wrong about this matter, so there was only one truth, and that was a love triangle.

He began to admire Lu Cheng's bravery.

"Mr. Song. Then I will take my girlfriend away. I wish you a speedy recovery." Lu Cheng put his arm around Wen Ying's shoulders, opened the passenger door for her, escorted her into the car, and turned on the air conditioner in the car.

Song Jingming's eyes were wet, and he walked forward without looking back, directly getting into his car. Secretary Li looked at Song Jingming's lost expression. There were some words stuck in his mouth but he didn't dare to say them.

I can only slowly start the car and drive out.

Song Jingming kept his head buried, not daring to look out the window. The sight of Wen Ying and Lu Cheng standing together with smiles deeply hurt him.

Ever since he was little, Song Jingming has been outstanding in every way. The person named Lu was not even qualified to compete with him, so he still didn't understand why Wen Ying chose the person named Lu instead of himself. Why?

Wen Ying sat in Lu Cheng's car, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Outside the car, Lin Zhisong pulled Lu Cheng over and whispered, "You... know who this is, right? The second son of the Fu family in Beijing."

Lu Cheng looked at Song Jingming's car driving away, his face darkened: "I know."

"You know? You know? Then do you know that he is Song Weiyu's son? Song Weiyu from Zhonghe Hotel! Why do you think you have to provoke her son?"

"I know."

Lin Zhisong shook his head, put his hands in his suit pockets, and looked incomprehensible: "You are fucking crazy! Do you dare to take advantage of Song Weiyu's son? Why are you Saddam?"

Lu Cheng's face became increasingly ugly. He looked at the people in the car who were in a daze and said softly: "Everyone is equal when it comes to feelings. It has nothing to do with status."

Lin Zhisong laughed disdainfully: "Rough, haha. I said Mr. Lu, can you be more realistic? Are you talking about equality with Song Jingming? His uncle Chen gave you two peanuts as a gift? You won't find anyone here until you die. Where was the gun fired?"

At the end of the sentence, Lin Zhisong spat directly.

Lu Cheng was a little impatient, licked his lips and opened the car door: "You don't have to worry."

After getting in the car, Lu Cheng's heart, which was a little anxious due to the sun, calmed down.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at her in the passenger seat and then at her knees exposed outside her skirt. Then she felt a little happy and coaxed: "Boss Wen, there are still 10 minutes left before an hour. You can do whatever you want with these 10 minutes." You send me, okay?"

Wen Ying recovered from the fragmented memories of Song Jingming, shook her head and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for helping me today. I will transfer the money to you."

Lu Cheng smiled: "Boss Wen, my appearance fee is really expensive. It will cost you a semester's tuition. Why don't you think of some other way to thank me."

Wen Ying thought for a while: "Then let me treat you to dinner."

Lu Cheng shook his head: "I don't like eating outside. How about you cook me a meal and I'll take you to the supermarket now?"

Wen Ying turned his face sideways and faced Shang Lu Cheng's smile. His eyes were bright, as if they were hiding the stars in the sky. Wen Ying swallowed and immediately turned her head back. The look in her eyes made her subconsciously want to escape.

Lu Cheng didn't wait for her to refuse and drove directly to the supermarket: "Well, I want to eat tomato scrambled eggs, mustard shrimp balls, and twice-cooked pork."

The two of them arrived at the supermarket. Lu Cheng followed Wen Ying with a cart, watching her buy peppers, tomatoes, and shrimps... feeling like she was living in a trance.

In Lu Cheng's opinion, the best place for a date is the supermarket. The two of them hold hands and slowly choose things for home, which is warm and ambiguous.

Lu Cheng looked at Wen Ying's little face and couldn't help but laugh. At the same time, he also thought of Lin Zhisong's words. He really didn't have the capital to go against Song Jingming, but the key point was... Wen Ying didn't like Song Jingming.

Otherwise, why would Wen Ying pretend to be his boyfriend? It was just to get rid of Song Jingming's hands.

When it comes to relationships, it's all about going in both directions. No matter how much you try to cover up the sky with one hand, it's useless.

Lu Cheng looked down at the cart of ingredients and suddenly felt that he had a great chance of winning. The two returned to Lu Cheng's home. Wen Ying put on an apron and started cooking, washing, chopping, and stir-frying vegetables very smoothly.

Lu Cheng leaned against the kitchen door, looking at the broken hair on her forehead and feeling itchy. I couldn't help but take out my phone and take a photo.

Wen Ying looked at the shrimp and said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, I don't know how to make mustard shrimp balls."

She has never eaten it, so how can she cook it?

Lu Cheng smiled very gently, approached her, reached out and took off her apron. The moment he came closer, Wen Ying's body froze and he didn't dare to move, for fear of any physical contact between the two.

Lu Cheng put on his apron and asked her to go out and wait for dinner.

Her body temperature was still on the apron, and Lu Cheng was in a better mood. Song Jingming had something that he didn't have, and he also had something that Song Jingming didn't have. When it comes to feelings, he may not lose in a game between two people.

……

In the Zhonghe Hotel, Song Jingming sat in his boss's chair, flipping through documents irritably. He spent half a month of work and spent a week after being discharged from the hospital to rush out.

He and his eldest brother divided the hotels in China into two, each managing more than 200 high-end hotels and thousands of express hotels. Every day is full of stress and a lot of bad things.

Fortunately, sitting in this position, all that needs to be resolved are major group issues. The people below will arrange other matters, and he only needs to sign.

The whole week after he was discharged from the hospital, he was busy with work so as to forget about that irresponsible figure.

Seeing Song Jingming working so hard, Secretary Li felt a little distressed. He took out the phone and dialed: "Director Song, why don't you tell Mr. Song about the misunderstanding that night? Wen Ying was just doing tutoring that night, nothing else happened. It’s something.”

"No. Xiao Li, love becomes more and more courageous with every setback. If the two of them go too smoothly, it will not be a good thing. It is better to suffer the pain of love sooner rather than later. If you dare to reveal even a word, go to the northwest. An express hotel.”

Wei Weinuo hung up the phone, and Secretary Li entered Song Jingming's office and said, "Mr. Song, it's already dark and you're not feeling well yet. You can read these documents tomorrow. Go and have a rest."

Song Jingming nodded, rubbed his eyebrows and stood up, looked out the window, and went up to the 38th floor. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the pair of high heels, which were very eye-catching.

Song Jingming leaned against the door, without turning on the lights in the room, looking out the opposite window in a daze. Thinking of the way she looked in his suit that day, and the way the two of them kissed behind this door.

Huge pain filled my heart, like sulfuric acid eroding every part of my flesh. Throwing his phone on the sofa, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the neon lights in the city, unable to help but guess where Wen Ying was. School? It's still Lu Cheng's family.

It doesn't matter where he is. But what to do? She is still in his heart.

Song Jingming laughed, laughing at his own sentimentality, laughing at himself for being arrogant for 30 years and falling into the hands of a little girl.

The next day, the sun was still fierce, reflecting vague waves on the ground.

Wen Ying touched her face with cold water, applied some cream casually, looked at her ordinary self in the mirror, and smiled. A week passed peacefully, just like the ordinary days before.

Li Ruoting looked at her, shook her head and said, "Wen Ying, did Grandma Quan Chang eat those few taels of rice you ate?"