Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

In the Zhonghe Hotel, Song Jingming was dealing with company matters with a frown on his face. Secretary Li sent a WeChat message:

"Mr. Song, classmate Wen is injured."

Secretary Li did not dare to say that Song Weiyu told him this, but he knew clearly that Song Weiyu wanted him to be the messenger.

Song Jingming picked up his phone, dropped the documents in his hand, and looked at WeChat with a frown. injured? What does it have to do with you? She is taken care of by Lu Cheng, who will buy her oranges, cook for her, and...

Seeing that Song Jingming didn't respond, Secretary Li sent another message: "There is nothing serious about your health, but...Classmate Wen has been greatly stimulated."

Song Jingming took a deep breath and replied, "Can you finish what you have to say at once?"

Secretary Li pursed his lips and poked his head in: "Mr. Song, the school can't find any information. It is said that he was injured in the teacher's office. He may have been... bullied."

Being bullied?

Song Jingming was not an inexperienced child. He suddenly thought of some bad events, and his anger instantly rushed to his forehead. He had a very stable temper, was strategizing, and had a delicate mind.

But when something happens to Wen Ying, he will unconsciously become impulsive...

His voice was extremely low, and his lips pursed into a line in displeasure: "Which teacher?"

Secretary Li: "Assistant to the dean, his hand tendon was broken today and he was sent to the hospital. However, he did not call the police and said that he accidentally injured himself."

Picking tendons?

Song Jingming had a blood vessel on his forehead. He called Chen Fang directly without calling anyone. He just kept his head down and yelled:

"Are you picking on human tendons again? Do you think they are deboned chicken feet, and you just pick them? This is a society ruled by law now! I have a thousand fucking ways to kill him, and you don't need to see blood at all! Besides, can you think about it, what will happen to the President of the United States if you go in?"

He yelled so many words in one breath, and the person on the other side of the phone just listened silently.

Song Jingming gasped and waited for Chen Fang to speak.

Chen Fang's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was unusually innocent: "I didn't pick it, it should have been someone else."

Song Jingming let out a 'hehe' and became even more angry. Chen Fang always coaxed him like a child, and said angrily: "You! I'm warning you, be honest with me in the future, if you do such dangerous things again ,so I……"

"Huh?" Chen Fang hummed softly, picking up a nice ending note.

Song Jingming took a deep breath. He had already lost the woman he liked and could not lose anyone he cared about.

Finally, he said helplessly: "I just don't want you to leave us."

After saying that, Song Jingming hung up the phone.

I sunk deeply into the boss's chair, thinking about what happened in the past month. It felt like there was a gap in my heart, and cold wind was pouring into it. Unconsciously, I opened Wen Ying's WeChat account and wanted to send a message to ask, but I couldn't save my face.

Throwing the phone away, I still held back.

When it was almost time to get off work, Secretary Li walked in: "Director Song, the driver will stay at the hotel tonight. If you want to go out, you can call the front desk directly."

Song Jingming nodded: "Assistant dean, get me out of Hangzhou tonight. If your hand is useless, it's useless. Why treat it? Let him bully others again after it's cured?"

Secretary Li accepted the task and went out.

Song Jingming looked out the French window alone, thinking that sometimes people just can't tell the difference between love and drugs. They know that they shouldn't get close, but they can't resist the temptation at all.

Therefore, when Song Jingming's Maybach was parked under the plane tree at the entrance of Hangcheng University, leaning on the back seat of the car in a daze in the dark, he felt that he was despicable.

Song Jingming didn't get out of the car and just slumped in the car in a daze. His normally arrogant and stern face now showed a trace of sadness and helplessness. Mixed with the darkness of the night, even the fallen leaves beside the car looked a little sad.

He opened the window and looked out, but saw a familiar figure.

Wen Ying wore a light blue dress and walked out from the main gate of the school. Her slender calves were exposed and looked particularly white. She was on the phone while walking.

"Mr. Lu? How did you know I was injured?"

"Wan He told me that I know her. We have met a few times but we are not familiar with each other. But she seems to know that I am your boyfriend. I saw you."

Wan He... Wen Ying suddenly understood.

Lu Cheng stood under the street lamp in front of the school, and the soft yellow light shone on him, making Lu Cheng even more gentle like the boy in the book.

Wen Ying trotted over: "Mr. Lu, I have nothing to do. I just scratched my skin a little bit, so I asked you to run over. You can just wait for me in the car. You don't have to stand on the roadside."

"Classmate Wen, let me take a look at your arm first." After saying that, Lu Cheng grabbed Wen Ying's arm and took a closer look.

The girl was running in a thin sweat, panting and looking at Lu Cheng's handsome face as she came closer, feeling a cold touch on her arm.

Lu Cheng looked at it very carefully.

Wen Ying blushed and withdrew her hand without leaving a trace: "It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

Lu Cheng smiled and rubbed her head, and invited Wen Ying to take a walk nearby, and Wen Ying agreed. The moment he turned around, Lu Cheng glanced at the Maybach standing in the shadow opposite, and gently put his arm around Wen Ying's shoulders.

Seeing the intimate behavior between the two of them, Song Jingming's heart was gradually torn open and filled with jealousy and anger.

"Back to the hotel."

Song Jingming closed the car window and the car roared past Lu Cheng and Wen Ying. He didn't look back again.

"Mr. Lu, actually you don't need to come here to see me."

"Why? Although we are not really boyfriend and girlfriend, you can be considered my former employer."

Lu Cheng smiled very beautifully, with a picturesque look on his face. Wen Ying quickly averted his eyes, a little embarrassed: "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, what happened last time was very offensive. Don't worry, this will never happen again in the future."

"I think you will hire me again in the future."

Wen Ying looked at the road under his feet, wondering why he didn't feel any excitement at all. Lu Cheng was also very good-looking and gentle and polite.

Is it preconceived?

"Wen Ying, there is a midsummer night party at school this weekend. Do you want to go?"

Midsummer night party? This wasn't the last time Wan He invited her... Lu Cheng wanted to go too.

Wen Ying frowned and asked, "What party? I've never heard of it."

"Hangcheng University will hold this sorority party for all teachers and students every summer at this time. Not only will they invite people from society who have helped the school, but also many scholars will participate. It has already become a tradition, don't you know?"

Wen Ying shook her head, how could she know that besides going to class and working part-time, how could she be in the mood to study these things.

Lu Cheng continued: "I also graduated from Hangcheng. This time I was invited to attend the party as a graduate, but I don't have a female companion yet. I want to invite you."

Wen Ying felt a little embarrassed when he saw Lu Cheng's smile.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I have never been to this kind of party and have no experience. You'd better find someone else." Wen Ying's first reaction was to refuse. That kind of beautiful scene was really not suitable for her.

Lu Cheng smiled and said: "Wen Ying, you know, every time I see you walking on thin ice like this, I feel very sad."

Wen Ying was stunned. Lu Cheng's sudden ambiguous words made her a little uneasy. She couldn't think of what to say and could only respond with silence.

"Wen Ying, you said you have never attended such a party, then let me take you and let's start from the first time, okay?"

Wen Ying was at a loss, staring at the brick edge of the sidewalk and not daring to shift her gaze. She was afraid of meeting Lu Cheng's affectionate eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I..."

"Wen Ying, give me a chance, and give yourself a chance."