Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Somehow, when he heard the trembling "Mr. Song", he stiffened and reacted.

When Song Jingming was in a daze, Wen Ying turned his back to everyone, grabbed Song Jingming and stood directly opposite him, facing him face to face. He reached behind his back and slowly pulled down the zipper.

The smooth lines on her back made all the men present hold their breath, looking forward to her next move.

Wen Ying's eyes filled with tears, and she looked at Song Jingming pleadingly.

He understood, and then quickly took off his suit and covered her back, blocking the view of everyone behind her.

"Don't worry, they can't see anything."

Wen Ying looked at the slightly drunk man in front of her. His facial features became clearer at such a close distance. She could even see his clean temples and smell the refreshing scent of perfume on his body...

Song Jingming looked directly into Wen Ying's eyes, not daring to look at her fair body, and secretly breathed a little faster.

He clearly knew that all the blood in his body was flowing, rushing straight to gather in one place, making him trance-like, making him uneasy, and giving him the idea of ​​wanting a woman for the first time.

The two looked at each other, their eyes entangled. She slowly took off her dress, underwear, and panties inside his suit...all the clothes fell to the floor one by one.

He always looked into her eyes, not daring to shift in the slightest.

Fortunately, she was quite petite and her legs were barely covered by Song Jingming's suit. After taking off the last piece of clothing, Song Jingming held her trembling hands around the rise and fall of her chest.

"You Hao, you'd better tell him who I am."

Song Jingming's voice was so hoarse that it was almost torn. He glanced at everyone in the box fiercely, hugged Wen Ying, and left the box without looking back.

In the elevator, both of them realized something was wrong, their hands and feet were weak, and their bodies were empty.

Song Jingming drank more. He leaned against the car and rubbed the center of his eyebrows vigorously, and said in a deep voice, "Floor 38."

Wen Ying hurriedly pressed the button for the 38th floor. She felt like her whole body was burning up. But the man in front of him was already shaky and looked like he was about to collapse. She could only step forward and support her, hoping that the number on the elevator would quickly reach 38...

But Song Jingming's suit was too wide. Wen Ying was holding him with one hand, so he couldn't tighten the suit tightly. He saw that the suit was about to fall down.

She endured the discomfort and muttered in a low voice: "Mr. Song, stand still. My clothes are about to fall off. Others will see this under surveillance."

"Huh? Monitoring? Hmm..."

After saying that, Song Jingming glanced sideways at the lens. He pushed Wen Ying to the corner without mercy, then lifted up her suit that had slipped to her shoulders. He supported the elevator wall with one hand and stood in front of her like a barrier.

Wen Ying stared blankly, cowering in the man's shadow and not daring to move, but the scent of wine from his body was all over her nose.

There was also the crisp smell of perfume, all of which kept attacking her sense of smell. His drunken breath was in her ears, and then it sprayed hotly on her neck.

It makes people's feet weak and makes them lose their will.

Song Jingming squinted his eyes and looked at Wen Ying's thin body and smooth neck. His Adam's apple rolled and his breath gradually became heavier, as if there was an invisible thread pulling the two of them. The closer he got, the more breathless he became. The man tilted his head, his lips were already close at hand, he closed his eyes and was about to kiss her.

Ding...the 38th floor is here.

Wen Ying was awakened by the sudden ringing sound, hurriedly regained consciousness, and pulled Song Jingming out by the collar of his shirt.

The 38th floor was so quiet and luxurious that it didn't look like a hotel room, but more like a private territory. The two of them supported each other and walked inside.

Song Jingming couldn't see the road clearly and muttered: "Go forward, the password for the innermost room is 3883."

Wen Ying's steps were also a little wobbly, so she could only put down her high heels, stand firm on her bare feet, and try her best to hold Song Jingming while breathing: "Mr. Song, hold on a little longer, we will be there soon..."

The two of them hugged each other to the door, pressed the code and entered. Wen Ying was pushed against the door by him, listening to him lying on her body panting and growling: "Fuck, there is medicine in the wine."

Wen Ying didn't know that her eyes were wet and she couldn't stand still.

Moreover, the suit she was wearing was already too big, and half of her shoulders had been torn off by Song Jingming while walking. Her entire upper body was now exposed, and her skin was trembling with the shame of being exposed...

Wen Ying bit her lip and looked away, not daring to look at the scene in front of her. She couldn't push the man away from her, so she could only let him lie on her chest and gasp.

Soft becomes hard.

"Call 120." Song Jingming's voice was forbearing and low. He went to touch his phone, but he couldn't find it.

"Mr. Song, please stop touching me, I feel so uncomfortable..." Wen Ying cried and shouted softly, tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

The two fell to the carpet.

Song Jingming subconsciously went to protect her, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that the suit had fallen on her arms, and not only the entire shoulders were exposed, but he could see everything below. Looking at the woman half-clad in his suit in front of him, she looked innocent, simple, uneasy and confused.

He finally couldn't help it, moved closer to her lips, and gently kissed her soft lips. He didn't expect that she would be so delicious and he didn't want to let go...

The person in his arms was forced to feel the smell of alcohol in his mouth and wanted to push him away, but he restrained his wrist.

He opened his mouth and tried to push his tongue out, but it became more and more entangled, like falling into an abyss.

The two kissed for a long time, losing their minds.

The pain until the last moment made the two of them somewhat sober.

"Mr. Song, we can't..."

"Yes. Is your name Wen Ying? How old are you?"

"...I am 20 years old. Mr. Song, um, it hurts..."

I was panting and sleepless all night. I fainted from crying. I fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt like I was dying.

It wasn't until the morning when their cell phones rang that the two of them woke up under the attention of all members of the Fu family.

...and now.

The two of them each covered a corner of the quilt and looked at each other without saying a word. In the quiet room, they could only hear their heartbeats.

Song Jingming's eyes were a little red, and he hesitated to speak: "Last night, you were number one..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song. Don't worry about what happened last night. We were all drunk, so just pretend it didn't happen. I won't be responsible, and of course you don't need to be responsible either."

Song Jingming swallowed the unfinished words in his mouth and looked up at her: She was 20 years old, with a small face showing the white color of malnutrition, a turned-up nose and thin lips, almond-shaped eyes and dark eyebrows... very beautiful.

"Thank you, Mr. Song, for saving me last night. In the future... I hope you will forget about this, thank you."

Wen Ying bit her lip and stared coldly, with her hair disheveled in the sunlight, looking cold and heartless.

Song Jingming swallowed, looking at her slightly swollen lips, he couldn't help but think of her sweet cries and begging for mercy last night...

crazy.

He came back to his senses, quickly returned to his previous indifference, and picked up the phone in his room: "Send me a pair of ordinary female student clothes."

After putting down the phone, Song Jingming got out of bed naked and walked to the bathroom while saying in a cold voice: "Well, I already forgot..."

There were countless women who wanted to have a relationship with Song Jingming, but Wen Ying's first reaction was to end the relationship. Why should she?

Entering the bathroom, Song Jingming was confused and a little irritable in front of the mirror. I wiped my face with cold water, raised my head and realized that his neck in the mirror was covered with purple hickeys, extending to his chest and lower abdomen...

"Fuck...how can you justify this if you are not fucking responsible!"