Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Jingming casually pulled a bath towel and wrapped it around his lower body. He pushed the door open and went out to find Wen Ying responsible, but found that the other party had already disappeared.

Reluctantly, he went back to the bathroom, washed off the sweat on his body, wiped his body carelessly and got angry alone.

The wardrobe was full of suits. Song Jingming casually found a pair of black striped haute couture, put it on and walked out of the room. But at the corner outside the room, she found the high heels she had thrown on the ground last night.

The shoes are very new and this is the first time I have worn them.

Song Jingming hesitated whether to throw them away, but finally took the shoes and put them back in his room. Then I went to the office and stared at the computer screen for half an hour, but couldn't see anything.

Really crazy.

Song Jingming clasped his hands together and made a clicking sound, but he couldn't get rid of her cat-like meowing sound last night in his mind. Looking out the window absentmindedly, the tall buildings are filled with hurried pedestrians...

At this time, Hangcheng University - Clinical Psychology Classroom

Wen Ying felt a little sore between her legs. She frowned and stared at the textbook, not hearing the professor's question.

Her friend Li Ruoting scolded her: "Get up, I want you to answer a question. I want to ask if the I Ching and psychology can be integrated!"

Wen Ying came back to his senses and stood up: "I think it can be integrated! The concepts of yin and yang, five elements, and eight trigrams involved in the Book of Changes are profound and rich, and are widely used in various fields, including psychology. For example: human nature... "

The answer made the professor nod frequently, very satisfied.

"What's wrong with you? Why have you been unconscious all day? You didn't go back to the dormitory last night. Where did you go!" Li Ruoting was a little worried.

"I... last night..."

Wen Ying remembered the man's gasping and crashing sounds last night, and couldn't help but blush on his face.

Li Ruoting stretched out her finger to tell Xiao Liuren: "You are in love."

"Falling in love? How could I be so obsessed with studying? I have no intention of falling in love..."

The two smiled and ended the class.

Rushing to the cafeteria, Li Ruoting asked hesitantly: "Wen Ying, your parents called you a few days ago, and I heard them. Why did your brother ask you for money to buy a house? They didn't give it to you when you went to college. You only have a penny, and they still expect a student to come up with 100,000 to give them a down payment?”

"got used to."

"How can there be such parents? You have been in college for two years and have already sent them a lot of money. Look at you, you are malnourished..."

Wen Ying had a dull face, gnawing on steamed buns and drinking free seaweed soup, with a delicate and delicate face that was a little sickly white.

"They said this is the last time. If I can give them 100,000 yuan at a time, they promise not to come to me for money again. So, I want to make enough money in the fastest way to buy my freedom for the rest of my life... "

"So you went out to work last night?"

Wen Ying nodded: "Well, the money I earn now is just enough for tuition and living expenses... I will have to take the postgraduate entrance examination and get a doctorate in the future, so I can only find ways to earn more."

Li Ruoting sighed: "But when will I earn 10? It's an astronomical figure..."

Wen Ying was also a little hesitant and couldn't help but think of what Song Jingming said last night.

When he was fierce, he whispered in her ear: "Wen Ying, you are my first woman. If anything happens in the future, come to me. I will not ignore you."

He also said: "I will be responsible. As long as you want it."

Responsible? Adults are independent individuals and do not need anyone to be responsible for them.

But Wen Ying was extremely confused now. She felt extremely regretful. She really shouldn't have provoked this group of people who were in a different world from her.

I just hope that from today on, my life can be as ordinary and stable as before.

Zhonghe Hotel, President's Office.

Song Jingming's head ached wildly, probably from overindulgence, and his thighs also hurt terribly.

The phone rang suddenly, it was Fu Haitang.

"Son, get ready to meet your mother."

Increasingly annoyed, Song Jingming threw the phone out and couldn't help but yell!

Secretary Li came in: "Boss, what's wrong?"

"The President of the United States is coming."

Secretary Li frowned and hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and opened the company's executive group: "Please pay attention to everyone, highest alert: Director Song, Director Fu, and Mr. Chen will be in Hangzhou soon."

At this time, Hangzhou in midsummer is prosperous and brilliant. On both sides of the road are Endless Summer in full bloom, blue and pink, clustered together.

A Beijing-branded Bentley was parked in front of the hotel.

Song Weiyu was wearing high heels and a custom-made silk cheongsam. Her long hair was pulled into a simple low bun with a sandalwood hairpin inserted sideways.

She has a curvy figure with a bun, a firm and plump face, and half-squinted peach blossom eyes.

I was inspecting the appearance of the hotel and was quite satisfied.

Fu Haitang still had an elegant and handsome smile, and he got out of the driver's seat in a gray suit that was fit and simple.

Secretary Li frowned, something was wrong.

Director Song’s car has always been Mr. Chen’s Beijing-brand 8888 Rolls-Royce.

The wrong car and one missing person.

Subconsciously he asked, "Director Song, isn't Mr. Chen here?"

After saying that, he looked into the car.

As soon as these words came out, Fu Haitang immediately concealed his smile, frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed with displeasure: "Secretary Li, have you done enough?"

Secretary Li was stagnant and sweating: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu! I'm talking too much. You have a lot, please come in!"

Song Weiyu snorted coldly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

She glanced sideways at Fu Haitang. Her eyes always had a charming meaning, unclear, gently tickling Fu Haitang's heart filled with anger and jealousy.

He turned around and left without waiting for him.

The faint scent of wintersweet perfume surrounds Fu Haitang.

He suppressed his anger and threw the suitcase and car keys to the concierge who was already waiting. He put his hands into his trousers pockets and followed him with pursed lips.

The two entered the hotel one after another.

When passing by the lobby, their outstanding appearance and aura attracted the attention of many employees.

The senior waiter at the front desk whispered secretly: "This is our boss Song's mother, how scary it is. I dare not look at her directly. However, she is so beautiful and takes better care of herself than celebrities, but she only looks 37.8 years old. Look at that The waist is even thinner than mine.”

"They rich people all go abroad to get cell injections! If I were rich, I could maintain herself like this. Oh~ look at her hip-to-waist ratio, I want to touch her!"

……

Secretary Li controlled an elevator and was waiting for Song Weiyu.

The three of them went in, and Secretary Li pressed the button to go to the 38th floor. Just as he was waiting for the elevator to close, Fu Haitang suddenly said coldly: "Secretary Li, get out."

Secretary Li immediately reached out to block the door that was about to close, and took a long step out.

He knew he said the wrong thing today.

The elevator door slowly closed, and Fu Haitang instantly lost his elegant and gentle look, and his eyes became fierce.

He lowered his head and looked at Song Weiyu's slender white legs, then took a step and stood behind her.

He put his chin on Song Weiyu's shoulder, his voice was low and a bit bastard.

"What? What did Mrs. Fu sneer at just now, huh?"

……