Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying did not dare to sit down and stood as close to the door as possible, one meter away from the assistant dean.

She comes from a village and has never seen the world, but she is not stupid.

The assistant dean sensed her caution, and instead of giving up, he became more excited. Just like when a little beast encounters danger, the more it struggles and screams, the more the hunter feels accomplished.

"Wen Ying, your family's conditions are so poor, you have to earn all your tuition fees yourself?"

"Ah."

"Classmate Wen Ying is amazing, but working part-time while going to school is hard, right?"

"It's not hard, I'm used to it."

The assistant to the dean looked at Wen Ying's increasingly pale face, and then remembered the feeling of touching her small waist today... She couldn't restrain the urge to ravage her, so she stood up and walked in, holding Wen Ying's hand with both hands. Ying's waist: "Look at how thin you are, this small waist..."

Wen Ying took a step back suddenly, and because of fear, her lips couldn't stop trembling: "Don't touch me! Teacher, please respect yourself!"

"I respect myself very much, but today I'm not a classmate and you came here in person? What? You don't want to be a poor student anymore?"

Wen Ying's eyes were instantly covered with mist, but she still pinched her palms to hold back tears. Her voice was trembling and timid: "Then I don't want it anymore. I can do more work!"

After saying that, he turned around and went to open the door. The door was locked before Wen Ying could turn the lock cylinder. The assistant dean hugged her from behind.

Wen Ying screamed, turned around and slapped the dog man directly, which actually used all her strength. After the beating, I felt that my whole arm was shaking.

The assistant to the dean did not expect that such a thin body could burst out with such great power, and she was beaten to the point where her ears were ringing. He was so angry that he picked up Wen Ying and threw him into the office.

Wen Ying was thrown to the ground, endured the pain and screamed, and stood up hastily. Her arm was scratched by the corner of the table, and a long blood mark bulged out.

Wen Ying didn't feel any pain, so he grabbed the wallpaper knife on the table, put it against his neck and roared: "If you come here again, I'll die here!"

The assistant to the dean had never encountered such a hard girl before. He froze on the spot and instantly withered.

"Wen Ying, don't be impulsive..."

Before he finished speaking, the heavy solid wood door was kicked open, and two brass locks hung pitifully on the side of the door.

Chen Fang stood at the door with a sullen face, clenched his molars and walked in steadily. Two deep eyes stared at the assistant dean without saying a word.

The assistant to the dean was frightened by the murderous intent in Chen Fang's eyes, and froze on the spot without saying a word, and then...

"Chen Fang, don't be impulsive!!"

Song Weiyu shouted while running to Chen Fang, clenching Chen Fang's fists with both hands, and whispering in a low voice: "Don't hit, don't hit, don't hit, he will die if you punch him. Be good, relax."

Chen Fang loosened his fists, and the dean and Wan He followed. Several school leaders also came to the door to watch the fun.

In the room, Wen Ying put a knife to his neck with red eyes, and there was a bloody mark on his arm. Staring at everything in front of him in a daze.

The dean roared: "What's going on!"

The assistant to the dean immediately reacted: "Dean, listen to me, this classmate wants a scholarship and actually offers herself to seduce her. If I don't obey her! She will threaten me with suicide!"

Wen Ying looked in disbelief. This bitch could be so despicable!

"It's obvious that you used my qualifications as a poor student to threaten me! You are in vain as a teacher! You are slanderous!"

The assistant to the dean jumped to his feet: "This student, please don't falsely accuse me. What evidence do you have that I threatened you?"

The dean immediately took over the conversation and wanted to calm the matter down: "Student, don't talk nonsense. These are the leaders of the school. Put down the knife first. Threats will not solve the problem! If you have any difficulties, you can speak out. , we will help you solve it.”

"He deliberately asked me to write a self-criticism and tampered with me!" Wen Ying didn't want to say it so clearly, but she didn't want to be framed, especially in front of Song Jingming's mother.

"I say to this classmate, you must have evidence! Don't just rely on yourself as a woman to bully others. Director Song, I've made you laugh. Let's go first. Just let the people below handle this little matter..."

Wen Ying has no evidence. I can only bite my mouth and try my best to hold back the tears. My thin body stands alone in the huge office, fighting for myself.

Song Weiyu immediately felt distressed.

Ignoring the dean's words, he walked straight to Wen Ying and carefully took off the knife. The tip of the knife had torn through Wen Ying's flesh, and a streak of blood emerged.

The assistant dean still wanted to argue for himself. Song Weiyu handed the knife to Chen Fang, looked at Wen Ying's neck and said, "Daughter-in-law, the skin on your neck is broken! Let's go to the hospital."

Everyone was stunned.

Daughter-in-law?

Everyone was still surprised. As expected, the dean was a dean and slapped his assistant: "I'm just telling you, you are dishonest! I have received 2 complaints from students, both about you! Please resign as soon as possible. !”

Song Weiyu glanced at Chen Fang, hugged Wen Ying and walked out.

Chen Fang flew the knife around his fingertips, took out two more tissues and wrapped it in his palm. With an expressionless expression, he inserted the knife into the inner wrist of the dean's assistant. In just one second, he cut off the dog man's arm. Pai tetsuji.

Before the blood even spurted out, he wiped his hands and left the office. I dropped the next sentence: "Go to the hospital quickly, your function can still be preserved."

Wen Ying heard a howl like crying at the grave coming from the office. She wanted to look back, but Song Weiyu stopped her: "Don't look, your uncle knows the importance."

Wen Ying swallowed the choking feeling in his throat and looked at Song Weiyu's delicate side face: "Thank you, Director Song, for today, otherwise I really don't know what to do. I know that calling the police on this matter is useless."

Sometimes the reality is like this. If you try your best to explain, even at the cost of your life, it will not be as effective as someone else's few words.

Song Weiyu smiled: "Are you an employee of Fu's?"

Wen Ying was stunned and shook his head.

Song Weiyu raised his lips: "Then why did you call me Director Song?"

Wen Ying: "I...everyone calls you that, and I don't know what to call you."

"Well, my name is Aunt Song."

Wen Ying's face turned slightly red and she didn't know how to respond. The three of them arrived at the school hospital. The blood mark on Wen Ying's arm was 20 centimeters long, a bulge of white flesh, sandwiched by a long blood streak.

"I just need to buy a small bottle of iodophor and a small pack of cotton swabs. I don't need anything else." The doctor wanted to disinfect and apply medicine on Wen Ying, but Wen Ying refused. The doctor's operation plus medicine would cost at least 10 yuan even in school. . You can buy iodophor rub by yourself, it only costs 3 yuan.

Song Weiyu looked at Wen Ying's thin arms and felt inexplicably sad. She knew that Wen Ying's family was very poor, but she didn't know that she was so economical.

Song Weiyu took the iodophor and cotton swabs from Wen Ying's hand, and pulled Wen Ying to sit on the stool in the hall.

"I'll wipe it for you. This area is outside your arm, so it's not easy for you to wipe it yourself."

Chen stood aside and watched Song Weiyu apply medicine to Wen Ying, his eyes a little out of focus. Wen Ying stared at Song Weiyu blankly. With such close contact, he couldn't see the wrinkles on Song Weiyu's face, and could only smell the faint scent of magnolia flowers.

Wen Ying's mother never gave her any medicine, and even called her a loser when she was beaten all over. Even Wen Ying was not qualified to take her parents' surname, because after she was born, her parents felt that this daughter would take away their luck in having children, so Wen Ying took her grandma's surname.

Looking at Song Weiyu's face applying medicine carefully, Wen Ying felt a sore nose, but she held back from crying because she was afraid that she was being too pretentious.

People who have such low self-esteem that they are in the dust will think twice before crying.