Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying is Song Weiyu's daughter-in-law?

Just this poor guy from a ravine?

Before anyone could react, the dean, who was worthy of being a dean, slapped his assistant directly: "I'm just telling you, you are dishonest! I have received 2 complaints from students, both about you! Please resign immediately. !”

The dean can still tell the difference between a 1000 million donation and a boost.

"The donation of the multimedia classroom was originally done for the sake of my daughter-in-law's face. Under the current situation... let's talk about it later."

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. He stared at the assistant dean indifferently. He immediately took action and inserted the knife into Mediterranean's inner wrist. He turned the tip of the knife and briefly In one second, the dog man's tendons were broken.

Before the blood even spurted out, he wiped his hands and left the office. He dropped his next sentence: "Hurry up to the hospital to pick her up, maybe you can still save her."

Wen Ying heard a howl like crying at the grave coming from the office, and wanted to look back, but Song Weiyu stopped him: "Don't look at those dirty things, your uncle knows the severity."

Wen Ying swallowed the congestion in his throat and looked at Song Weiyu's delicate profile: "Thank you, Director Song, for meeting you today. I also know that calling the police is useless in this case."

Sometimes, the reality is like this. Even if you shout at the top of your lungs 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 bent his eyes and smiled: "Then why did you call me Director Song?"

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

"Well, you are different from others. Your name is Aunt Song."

Wen Ying's face was slightly red, and her frightened pale face softened a little, and she hummed softly.

The three of them arrived at the school hospital. The blood mark on Wen Ying's arm was 20 centimeters long, with white flesh bulging on both sides and a long blood streak sandwiched between it.

"I'll just buy a small bottle of iodophor and a small pack of cotton swabs, nothing else."

The doctor wanted to disinfect Wen Ying and apply medicine, but Wen Ying refused. The doctor did it himself and bought the medicine, which 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 could save so much.

Song Weiyu took the iodophor and cotton swab 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 looked at Song Weiyu carefully. 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.

It is undeniable that Song Weiyu is the most elegant, arrogant and confident woman Wen Ying has ever seen. Wen Ying didn't expect that such a woman could apply medicine to her personally.

Wen Ying's mother never gave her any medicine. Every time she was beaten with bruises all over her body, her parents scolded her for being a loser. Even Wen Ying was not qualified to take her parents' surname, because after she was born, her parents felt that this cheap daughter would take away their luck in having children, so they gave Wen Ying her grandma's surname.

Looking at Song Weiyu's face applying medicine seriously, 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.

Song Weiyu disinfected her and didn't want to leave immediately. Thinking that if she didn't come today, she would really hurt herself, so she wanted to give the child a few words.

"Wen Ying, how are you and Song Jingming doing lately?"

Wen Ying didn't expect Song Weiyu to be so direct. He didn't know how to answer or talk about it. The two of them had never started talking...

"Aunt Song, actually Mr. Song and I... don't have a special relationship, not even friends."

Song Weiyu squinted his eyes, nodded and asked directly: "You don't like him?"

Wen Ying blushed all the way to her ears, lowered her head, and dug her nails into the palms of her hands. How could she not like it? Song Jingming was the first person in the world who gave her a sense of security.

She has lived in a difficult situation since she was a child, and it is not easy to protect herself. She has never thought about being protected by others, nor has she ever thought about protecting others, but now, for the first time, she has someone she wants to protect.

Stay away from him, isolate yourself from the mud and misery behind you, and don't let your father find him. Just to protect him.

"...I'm sorry, I don't like Mr. Song."

Song Weiyu didn't understand, not because Wen Ying said he didn't like it. But I don't understand that this girl slept with Song Jingming and didn't want Song Jingming to be responsible! Others don’t know, but Song Weiyu knows! This is also Wen Ying’s first time...

Song Weiyu and Chen Fang looked at each other.

Song Weiyu continued: "There is nothing to be sorry for. If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. However, at your age, you are the bravest time in your life. Don't leave any regrets for yourself at this time."

Wen Ying looked up and looked at Song Weiyu's smile, feeling a little dazed. She didn't want to leave any regrets for herself, but she didn't want to cause trouble to Song Jingming.

Perhaps what she was afraid of in her heart was that Song Jingming would dislike her if she found out about her family? She couldn't imagine being disliked by Song Jingming, so she would rather run away now and leave a good memory.

"Thank you Aunt Song. I understand what you mean, but Mr. Song and I are really not suitable."

Song Weiyu didn't expect that this girl was so persistent, persistent and determined. Just a little silly.

Song Weiyu knew that she had low self-esteem, but he didn't know that she was still burdened with such heavy mental pressure, and he didn't know that her parents were so crazy that they sold their daughter.

She wanted her children to experience the ups and downs of love, so that they could understand and rely on each other in the future. So I just smiled and nodded without getting too involved.

"Wen Ying, take note of Uncle Chen's phone number. If you are in danger in the future, he will be more effective than the police."

Wen Ying looked at this man in his 40s, and his intuition was that he was decisive, perseverant, brave and resourceful, making people feel at ease when he saw him. She didn't want to dampen Song Weiyu's good intentions, not to mention Song Weiyu's tone that could not be rejected.

Wen Ying wrote down Chen Fang's phone number and thanked him repeatedly, but felt that he would never need it in his life.

The three of them parted.

Song Weiyu and Chen Fang were walking by the school's lake together. One was tall and straight, the other was delicate and gentle. Standing together with the hairpin in the hair and the strong crotch, people can't help but think about it.

Song Weiyu took Chen Fang's arm. Chen Fang's whole body paused and he immediately wanted to withdraw. But Song Weiyu held his arm tightly and refused to let go.

Chen Fang took a deep breath and said calmly: "If you let go, others will photograph you."

Song Weiyu was displeased: "When I attended a cocktail party before, didn't I also save you?"

"A cocktail party is a cocktail party. If you do this in private, it can easily be misunderstood by others."

Song Weiyu muttered: "What's the misunderstanding? For so many years, no one in the capital has known it all..."

Yes, I know it.

No matter whether it was 20 years ago, Chen Fang went shopping countless times for her, or in the past 20 years, Chen Fang refused to marry and have children for her. These are facts that are obvious to all in the capital.

But... I know what it is, but I can't say it out loud, or show it openly!

It’s the secrecy in my heart that I can’t see the light of!

Chen Fang's Adam's apple rolled, he didn't say anything and let her hold his arm. Song Weiyu looked at the willow branches hanging by the lake and thought, what is regret? Is it the self-righteousness of youth and frivolity; the sudden awakening when the dust has settled; or is it too late when the curtain comes to an end?

Maybe it's just that everyone thinks I made the right choice, but only I know that I made the wrong choice.