Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying was blushing so much that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. Although the two of them had happened twice, they were both in the dark and couldn't see clearly.

But the light in the bathroom was so bright that one could even vaguely see the blood vessels under Wen Ying's translucent skin.

Song Jingming couldn't take off his shirt, so he could only move closer to Wen Ying.

"If you don't take off my shirt, I'll wash it with my clothes on. I don't know if the water will get on the wound. What if it gets infected?"

Song Jingming became more and more difficult to deal with, and his voice was hoarse and unreasonable.

Wen Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around and shrank into Song Jingming's arms. She didn't dare to raise her head, and stared at the buttons with trembling hands to untie them.

Song Jingming looked at her body that was poured with warm water, delicate and soft. His body was all blue and red again, and I was so happy.

But suddenly, his eyes froze. He saw many large and small scars on Wen Ying's thin and fair back. When it is stimulated by hot water, it obviously emits a different color from the surrounding skin.

Song Jingming touched it with trembling hands... He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to say the words. He was afraid that his recklessness would hurt her.

He was so distressed that he could not speak, and his eyes instantly became wet. He looked away from her long, soaked hair and tucked it behind her ears.

He asked softly: "Wen Ying, do you also like me very much?"

Tonight, he was extremely arrogant, and his words were full of temptation. Wen Ying's reason had already been thrown out of the window along with that wine-red dress.

Unable to resist, he nodded lightly: "Yes."

"What do you mean? Please tell me clearly, it's my first time falling in love, and I don't understand."

Song Jingming continued to ask, staring at Wen Ying's dripping long hair with burning eyes. Wen Ying finally finished unbuttoning her buttons, her eyes were filled with red, she opened her lips lightly and said in a voice like a mosquito:

"I said, I like Mr. Song."

When Song Jingming heard this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, caressing Wen Ying's cheek, sincerely and sincerely: "Wen Ying, you have to be responsible for me."

"But, I..."

Wen Ying thought of her father's phone call, and worry filled her brows.

"No matter what difficulties you have, I will recognize you. Therefore, you must tell me your difficulties and I will deal with them. But Wen Ying, don't use the difficulties you think to judge my love, okay?"

Wen Ying thought of his begging over and over again in the car tonight.

Just like a ray of light suddenly shines in a dark and hopeless life, Wen Ying also wants to firmly fight for what he likes at this moment.

Although since childhood, Wen Ying's favorite things were either taken away by his younger brother or by other boys in the village. When she was a child, she cried to her mother, but her mother said: You don't deserve it.

But now, Wen Ying doesn't think Song Jingming is dispensable. She can't imagine how much she will regret if she loses him.

Finally feeling brave, Wen Ying nodded, raised her eyes and met his eyes: "Okay, I'll try my best."

Wen Ying blushed and washed away the stickiness from both of them, and Song Jingming relied on her to dry them and blow dry their hair. After a series of tasks were completed, the two went to bed.

She huddled in Song Jingming's arms, feeling the sense of security he brought, and fell asleep smelling his scent.

Late at night, almost ten o'clock, Wen Ying's cell phone rang, and Song Jingming took it over to look at it.

It's Lu Cheng's phone number.

Song Jingming glanced at the woman in his arms, her eyelashes were raised, and she was sleeping peacefully. After answering the phone, the other person couldn't wait to ask: "Wen Ying, are you okay? Where are you now? I'll go find you."

Listening to his eager and concerned words, Song Jingming's eyes showed displeasure. He paused for a few seconds and then lowered his voice and said coldly: "She is asleep."

Lu Cheng was stunned and roared: "Song Jingming, what did you do to her? Do you really think that you can do whatever you want with your own hands?"

Song Jingming chuckled softly, deliberately showing off, and said with a disdainful smile: "What should I say so that you can understand? It's not me who does whatever I want, it's her."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and found that Lu Cheng had already made nearly 20 missed calls.

Song Jingming's eyes fell on the mobile phone. It was so old that it could not even play the most basic games. The screen also had many scratches and was thick and yellowed.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he felt pain in his heart when he thought of the scars on her body. Putting the phone back to its original place, she carefully protected her inner self-esteem.

After kissing her lips gently, Song Jingming really believed that she was back with him. Sleep peacefully.

At ten o'clock at night in Hangzhou, the streets were still bustling with lights and feasting.

The parking lot of Hangcheng University gradually became lively. People from all walks of life returned one after another and said goodbye to each other in the parking lot. Everyone had a happy face and was very satisfied with this mutually beneficial and win-win banquet.

Chen Fang had already driven the iconic Rolls-Royce and parked it at the entrance of the banquet hall, so that Song Weiyu could get in the car as soon as he went out and not be blown by the autumn wind.

I smoked a few cigarettes tonight, and Chen Fang smelled some tobacco smell on his suit. He hadn't smoked for a long time, but when he saw her taking the initiative to kiss Fu Haitang tonight, he couldn't hold back.

Everyone came out one after another, and no one dared to be dissatisfied with the car lying at the door. Everyone in the circle knew that the license plate number of Jing A belonged to Song Weiyu.

Chen Fang turned his head slightly and looked towards the door of the banquet hall. Song Weiyu still held Fu Haitang's arm, smiling and waving goodbye to a few acquaintances. Perhaps she was a little drunk from drinking some champagne. She was particularly charming tonight.

The autumn wind suddenly swept away, and Song Weiyu rubbed his arms. Fu Haitang immediately took off his suit and put it on her, then hugged her waist tightly and went down the steps. The two of them put their lips together and whispered something, sometimes chuckled, sometimes frowned.

Chen Fang withdrew his eyes and clenched his hands on the operating table. His veins bulged and his Adam's apple rolled, trying to calm the sobs in his throat. It has been like this for 30 years, he should have gotten used to it.

What kind of evil jealousy are you still eating?

Seeing the two of them approaching the car, Chen Fang stepped out of the car and went to open the back door for her. Song Weiyu fell completely into Fu Haitang's arms, but looked at Chen Fang with bright eyes.

Neither of the two men spoke, acquiescing to each other's presence.

The three of them were very close. Chen Fang covered the sharp corner of the car door with one hand and protected the top of her head with the other.

Fu Haitang wanted to carry her into the car, but Song Weiyu stood up unsteadily, holding on to Chen Fang's tie and not letting go. He just used the power of the tie to throw her into his arms, putting his head against Chen Fang's chest and moaning:

"You smoke?"

The sullenness in Fu Haitang's eyes deepened, and he wanted to snatch Song Weiyu away, but she held Chen Fang's tie tightly in her hand and circled it twice.

Chen Fang took a deep breath, untied his tie, and left the tie in Song Weiyu's hand. He held Song Weiyu sideways and put her on the back seat, then turned around and got into the cab.

Looking through the rearview mirror, Song Weiyu's eyes were slightly red, and his exposed chest was also glowing pink. He must have been unable to hold back a few more drinks.

Fu Haitang ignored his own upbringing, cursed, turned around and got into the car, sitting next to Song Weiyu. But he saw that Song Weiyu's hand was still wrapped around Chen Fang's tie, and he even held it tightly. He licked his lips dissatisfiedly.

The car has started.

Fu Haitang looked directly into Chen Fang's deep eyes in the rearview mirror. With provocation and demonstration, he directly lowered his head and kissed Song Weiyu.

Song Weiyu closed his eyes and groaned, and went to push Fu Haitang, but he couldn't push him, so he had to accept his lips and teeth. Fu Haitang's kiss became deeper and deeper, and he couldn't help but climb onto Song Weiyu's chest.

Chen Fang's eyes flashed with sinister anger, and his hands squeezed the steering wheel tightly, making a rattling sound.

Fu Haitang's breathing became heavier. Looking at Chen Fang's gradually stiffening back in front of him, he pressed the partition to block Chen Fang's sight.

Song Weiyu's intermittent whimpers kept coming, and Chen Fang felt that the blood vessels in his forehead were about to explode. He stepped on the accelerator like crazy, and the car whizzed past, rolling up autumn leaves all over the ground.

When we arrived at the hotel, the sounds in the back gradually stopped.

Fu Haitang took off the black tie on Song Weiyu's hand and wiped it for her. Then he threw the wet tie on Chen Fang and carried Song Weiyu up to the 38th floor.