Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Jingming's voice was no longer strong, but filled with sadness and loss, like a helpless puppy abandoned by its owner.

Wen Ying helplessly softened her heart, turning into a puddle of water. I don't know how to reply to him. The truth is that I am afraid that my family background will affect him. The lie is that I don't like him.

But now, she doesn't want to tell the truth, let alone lie. The kiss on the stairwell deprived her of most of her sanity, and the two glasses of champagne destroyed all the fortresses she had built.

"Mr. Song, I have a problem."

"Have you any difficulties? So it's not that you don't like me? But you have difficulties that's why you don't want me? Wen Ying, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me and I'll solve them all for you. But don't be like this, why don't you Say, just push me out! Okay?"

Wen Ying responded with a few words, but it turned out to be Song Jingming's long speech. Song Jingming approached her step by step until she was cornered by the car door, unable to retreat.

Wen Ying lowered his eyebrows, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. When she didn't answer, he asked again and again, directly, forcefully and passionately.

Wen Ying's eyes were red. Ever since she was a child, she had never been chosen so firmly...

Seeing Song Jingming's impeccable face and her reflection in his eyes, Wen Ying couldn't control herself and kissed Song Jingming's lips.

The unfinished words were stuck in his mouth. Song Jingming felt the jerky movements on his lips. He was surprised and comforted, and immediately kissed her back.

The temperature inside the car rose and the two of them lost control.

Gradually, he was not satisfied with the softness on his lips, and turned all the way down, kissing and murmuring: "Did Lu Cheng buy the clothes for you?"

Wen Ying's eyes were blurred, and there was nothing else in his mind except Song Jingming, and an unbearable emphasis escaped from his mouth: "Well, it is..."

"I don't like it, how about throwing it away?"

After saying that, Song Jingming went to unzip the zipper on her back.

Wen Ying looked at Song Jingming's misty eyes and couldn't bear to refuse, but after taking off his clothes, he had no clothes: "No... no, I have no clothes to wear."

"Still wear my suit, please." Song Jingming begged more and more like a puppy.

Wen Ying relented, leaned into his arms, held his neck, and let him take off the burgundy dress, then the high heels and hairpins.

Finally, Wen Ying shivered and huddled in Song Jingming's arms, feeling his gentle kisses like raindrops.

Front to back, top to bottom.

"Um... No, this is in the car."

"But I want you now."

Unable to bear Song Jingming's pleading eyes, and afraid of touching his wounds, Wen Ying could only compromise. With his suit draped over her shoulders, she let him do whatever he wanted with it buried in her chest.

"Wen Ying, zipper your pants..." Song Jingming said vaguely while kissing her.

Wen Ying's eyes were a little blurred, and she could only look out the window. She felt that doing it in the car was a bit wanton, but she felt sorry for him that he couldn't bear it, so she could only slowly open his zipper.

Song Jingming frowned slightly.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you and him also..."

Song Jingming has severe emotional mysophobia, and he can't help but feel sad when he thinks that Wen Ying once had an affair with Lu Cheng. His reason told him that he should not touch Wen Ying again, but he couldn't help but have her.

The inner entanglement was mixed with the physical pleasure. The dark car shook violently under the trees, and the moonlight outside the window began to dim.

The lights were still on in the banquet hall, and Wen Ying was a little apprehensive. Biting her lip to swallow the sobs that escaped her throat, she leaned on Song Jingming's shoulder.

With tears in his eyes, he whimpered and begged.

"But Wen Ying, when I think of you and him, I can't wait to..." Song Jingming leaned into her ear and softly spoke of his sadness.

Outside the window, the autumn wind kept sweeping through the leaves, bringing down the lifeless leaves, which fell silently on the roof of the car, and then fell to the ground as the car swayed.

Wen Ying's hands and feet were already weak. "No...no...Mr. Song, actually, I lied to you that night."

She had lied to him personally before, but in this atmosphere tonight, she wanted to explain.

Wen Ying half-closed her eyes, enduring the ripples from the inside out. He hummed: "I don't have anything to do with him, I only have... you."

A hint of surprise flashed in Song Jingming's eyes, he circled her tightly and asked in her ear.

"Baby, what did you say? I didn't understand, please make it clear."

Wen Ying leaned on his shoulder and explained intermittently. The ups and downs of the voice can't even match the accent. Song Jingming forced him to say a lot of soft words again, and I don't know how long it took.

Song Jingming finally stopped with his arms around her.

The two's breathing gradually stabilized. Song Jingming kissed Wen Ying's earlobe and asked, "Really not?"

"Well...just you."

By the moonlight, Song Jingming saw that her fair body was covered with bruises left by himself. He gathered her clothes, zipped up his pants, and raised the baffle in front of the seat.

I took out my mobile phone and called Secretary Li, and then I saw Secretary Li’s WeChat.

After reading the message several times, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. He turned around and leaned towards the lips of the person who was about to fall asleep in his arms, and kissed him twice deeply.

Then he called Secretary Li: "Let's go back to the hotel, I'm in the car."

Secretary Li greeted Song Weiyu and hurriedly left the banquet hall and rushed to the car. When he drove the car, he felt something was wrong.

There's a strange, lingering smell in the car...

But Song Jingming raised the baffles on the front and rear seats. He couldn't see anything, and he didn't dare to ask anything.

I could only drive honestly and rush back to the hotel as quickly as possible.

"Secretary Li, stop near the underground elevator entrance. Just go."

Secretary Li parked the car in a parking space only a few steps away from the elevator. He got out of the car and left.

Song Jingming looked at the person in his arms, his face showing satisfaction and tenderness that he had never seen before. He planned to ask her carefully tomorrow what was the reason why she had to leave him.

No matter what the difficulty is, Song Jingming can solve it.

The happiness in his heart was about to overflow. Song Jingming hugged her in the car for a long time before softly coaxing: "Good boy, we are here, go back to the room and sleep again."

Wen Ying was very tired and tired, so she nodded softly, slowly opened her eyes, and wanted to get out of the car.

After being caught by Song Jingming: "You don't care about me?"

Only then did Wen Ying see that several buttons of Song Jingming's black shirt were unbuttoned, and when he looked inside, he saw his own scratches on the chest muscles. He woke up immediately and went to button him up with a blushing face.

Song Jingming held back his laughter and looked at her delicate little face, love emerging from his eyes uncontrollably.

Wen Ying fastened her buttons and waited obediently for Song Jingming to get off the car, but she didn't notice the red dress and asked, "Where's the skirt?"

"Throw it away, what? Are you distressed?" Song Jingming was unhappy, pursed his lips and looked like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.

Wen Ying shook his head and hurriedly explained: "No, no, I just asked casually."

After gathering the suit on his chest, Song Jingming hugged her tightly with one hand, and the two entered the elevator. Just after pressing the button for the 38th floor, Wen Ying realized something was wrong and blushed.

Biting his lip, his face full of evasion, he hesitated and hid on Song Jingming's shoulder. He whispered: "What should I do, Mr. Song? It seems...it seems..."

Listening to her eager and worried tone, Song Jingming lowered his head to look at her legs. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple, and his eyes became more and more bottomless.

"Be good, we're here."

Fortunately, no one entered the elevator midway. When they arrived on the 38th floor, Wen Ying immediately pressed the password to enter, jumped into the bathroom, and locked the door.

Song Jingming laughed. Hearing the sound of shower water coming from inside, he couldn't help but knock on the door: "I want to take a shower too."

"No, I'll wash first..."

Song Jingming leaned against the door and said with a smile: "Classmate Wen, I haven't had a good bath since I came back from the hospital. You are the only one who has seen my body, so from today on, you are responsible for giving me a bath."

Wen Ying screamed stupidly inside: "No, I can't do it. You can find Secretary Li."

"Are you willing to let other men touch me? I don't want to do it myself! I would rather stink to death... Wen Ying, why do you always put up your pants and deny people? I don't even want you to give me a bath. What if I am seventy years old? I'm paralyzed and you still don't care about me?"

Wen Ying couldn't help but laugh after listening to his words.

He actually thought about his seventies and eighties.

When the person in the bathroom didn't answer, Song Jingming took the key and opened the door. The lock cylinder turned and the door opened.

Wen Ying exclaimed and covered herself, turning around to prevent him from looking. Song Jingming looked at Wen Ying's smooth back.

He turned around, closed the door, and immediately took off his clothes.

He was still muttering: "You have to be responsible. If you don't wash me, just let me freeze to death in here."