Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Hangzhou University Banquet Hall.

The elegant and long sound of the double bass came from time to time. The entire banquet was not as grand as a high-end dinner in society. Instead, it was low-key and simple. People attending the dinner were not only business celebrities, but also people from the arts and academic circles.

The reception desk is occupied by Hangcheng University's own students. After receiving the invitation, you can enter the banquet hall.

As evening approached, Lu Cheng, dressed in a gray suit, was waiting quietly downstairs in Wenying's dormitory.

Looking at the delicate yet unfamiliar self in the mirror, Wen Ying couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. She was timid to face unfamiliar situations.

Li Ruoting put on light makeup and a thin layer of blush lipstick. Looking up and down, he couldn't help but admire his craftsmanship:

"Wen Ying, it's best if you are as elegant and gentle as this! Look, you don't need to apply any more foundation at all. Your face is so fair and tender that I can't help but take a bite."

Wen Ying smiled and pinned a silver-white diamond hairpin to her ear, which was given by Lu Cheng when he gave her the dress. Her soft black hair reaches shoulder length and is tucked behind her ears. She has almond-shaped eyes and dark eyebrows. She is as delicate as a mountain elf.

Wen Ying took a deep breath and walked out of the dormitory.

The second time I put on high heels, they were still a little unstable.

When I went downstairs, I met several students who were attending a banquet together. One of the girls exclaimed: "Are you on the 6th floor, the psychology major? My God, you are so beautiful."

Wen Ying didn't want to be looked at too much, her face was a little red, and she politely replied thank you.

Several girls next to her sneered: "What a beauty, it will really put her face on the line. Let me tell you, she relies on her beauty to hook up with people outside the school."

The girl who just praised Wen Ying was a little embarrassed. Wen Ying was stunned for a moment, and walked downstairs without saying anything or explaining.

She was like a snail who had been abused by her parents for twenty years. When she was hurt, she burrowed into her shell. She didn't dare to resist or speak out. She could chew up any pain and swallow it.

Besides, what could she use to resist? If you get into a fight and are punished, your qualification as a poor student may be revoked.

Tolerate if you can and not to cause trouble is Wen Ying's current way of life.

The skirt had no pockets, and Wen Ying's smooth arms had nowhere to rest. She could only try to look steady and generous. Fortunately, Lu Cheng was waiting downstairs in the dormitory.

He is wearing an elegant gray suit that fits his figure perfectly. His long legs are straight, his facial features are three-dimensional, and he is naturally handsome.

The pocket square of the suit was specially matched with the burgundy color of Wen Ying's skirt. He was looking at her with a faint smile.

The female students passing by were peeking at Lu Cheng, muttering, and some bold ones even tried to ask for his WeChat ID.

Wen Ying stopped with a smile and waited for the female student who asked for WeChat to leave. She didn't want anyone to be embarrassed, even this unknown female student.

Lu Cheng looked up at Wen Ying, smiled, waved his hand and said to the girl, "I'm sorry, I have a girlfriend."

After saying that, he walked towards Wen Ying.

The two walked side by side with inquiring eyes in twos and threes.

The mean girls they met when going down the stairs also saw Lu Cheng at this moment and whispered: "Look, I was right. This man is almost 30 years old. He looks like a rich man at first glance."

"But this man is so handsome."

"What's wrong with being handsome? She's so handsome that she can be a sugar daddy? Haha, no matter how rich or handsome she is, I won't be a sugar daddy. It's disgusting."

Wen Ying heard the words behind her, her expression was indifferent and she didn't speak, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes under her eyelashes.

Seeing her like this, Lu Cheng couldn't help but feel distressed. He turned around and smiled at the girls: "Classmate, you misunderstood. It's not that she is following me, it's me who is pursuing her, but it's a pity that I haven't succeeded yet. If you know She, just say a few nice words for me."

The girls were caught at the scene, embarrassed and embarrassed, and their faces turned red. He quickly pushed and turned to another road.

Wen Ying smiled, with bright eyes and white teeth: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I have caused you trouble."

Lu Cheng looked at her and said softly: "Wen Ying, don't say sorry to me again, okay?"

Wen Ying said nothing and walked cautiously.

Lu Cheng picked up her hand and put it on his arm: "First time wearing high heels? You can put your focus on me, so you won't be afraid of falling."

Sure enough, with someone on his arm, he could walk more smoothly. And in this way, you won't be embarrassed by having nowhere to put your hands.

The two of them were talking and walking towards the banquet hall like a couple.

Song Jingming's Maybach was directly across the door of the banquet hall.

He stepped out of the car door with a nonchalant expression, his usually handsome and flawless face now showing a bit of anger. He pointed to the shade of a tree in the corner next to him and said impatiently: "Secretary Li, the parking lot is too far, just park here."

Secretary Li pursed his lips and parked the only 8888 in Hangzhou in this corner, muttering.

"There is no surveillance here. What should I do if someone scratches me?"

Song Jingming stood on the side of the road and looked coldly at the students entering the banquet hall. None of them were the ones he was looking for. His heart beat faster and faster, and he even felt that he was not so nervous during the college entrance examination.

Wan He has been waiting for Song Jingming for a long time. She is wearing a white and pink dress and has a curvy figure, but Song Jingming doesn't even bother to take a look. His eyes kept scanning the crowd entering the venue.

Although he was still hanging by one arm, he could not hide his dignified temperament, especially his carefully styled hair and his face that were deliberately carved by God. Together, they always attracted the eyes of passersby.

But at this moment, there was no expression on his face, and he even frowned, a little irritated.

Wan He walked up to Song Jingming amidst the envious eyes of a group of people, pretended to be intimate, patted Song Jingming's shoulder, and asked gently: "How is your recovery going? Does your arm still hurt?"

Song Jingming nodded and finally saw a flash of red in the crowd.

Looking from a distance, the burgundy color made Wen Ying's skin ridiculously fair, and her straight and slender legs were exposed. Every step she took seemed to be stepping on Song Jingming's heart.

It was the first time she dressed so dazzlingly...

Song Jingming's eyes gradually dimmed, with incomprehensible hostility hidden in his eyes as he stared at Wen Ying's arm holding Lu Chengde's hand.

Wan He followed Song Jingming's gaze and saw that it was Wen Ying again. Every time this woman appeared, Song Jingming's temper that had been stable for thousands of years would always become violent.

Deliberately provoking: "Lu Cheng and Wen Ying are really well matched. A low-class girl like Wen Ying should find a husband who is involved in politics at home."

Song Jingming watched the two people approaching, withdrew his eyes, turned around and walked into the banquet hall, saying coldly: "I don't mind if you hold your arm with me."

When Wan He heard Song Jingming's invitation, he was so surprised that he almost jumped up. He immediately put his hand under Song Jingming's arm, moved closer and pressed his breast against Song Jingming's arm.

Although Song Jingming didn't respond, in the eyes of outsiders, it was close enough.

The four of them walked in pairs, no more than a few meters apart, breathing the same air, and walked slowly toward the banquet hall.

But everyone has their own thoughts.

Song Jingming could feel that Wen Ying was just a few steps behind him, and his heart beat faster unconsciously; Wen Ying did not dare to look up at his stiff back, for fear that he would be jealous; Lu Cheng could feel Wen Ying's arm. She has a weak body temperature, but she is always worried that this temperature will be taken away by another man...

The four of them seemed to have entered into a subtle resonance. They were all silent, but they were also paying attention to the other person.