Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying was about to go to the library when he received a call from the owner of the coffee shop: "Wen Ying, the store is very busy today. If you have nothing to do, please come over early to help. You will be paid hourly wages."

She hurriedly agreed, tied up her hair and walked to the coffee shop.

It's mid-October, the air is no longer unbearable, and I didn't even break a sweat all the way to the coffee shop.

There were not as many customers in the store as she imagined.

The boss was immersed in making coffee: "I don't know what happened, but I received a lot of WeChat takeaways today, and all the male employees in the store went out to deliver the food."

Not far away, the cashier shouted, "Boss, WeChat has received another takeout order. Who is going?"

The boss took off the barista's apron: "I'll go ahead. Wen welcomes you to help the barista in the store."

Help the barista? Wen Ying has never been in contact with him, and he is afraid that he will become more and more helpful.

The cashier looked at the phone and said, "This order is for school... Why don't Wen Ying go there? She is familiar with the school."

Wen Ying nodded hurriedly and said with a smile: "Yes, boss, there aren't enough baristas on weekends, so don't go out. I'll send them off. The school is right across the street, very close."

The boss looked at Wen Ying's delicate and clear smile, and at the increasing number of customers in the store, and had no choice but to nod.

Wen Ying packed the coffee and walked to school.

On the way, I sent a WeChat message to Song Jingming: "The store is busy today, I will work overtime and deliver takeaways." After that, he took a photo of a portable coffee and sent it.

"You still want to deliver food? Just quit."

After reading this sentence, Wen Ying could even imagine Song Jingming frowning in the office.

He smiled helplessly, put his phone in his pocket, and walked to the takeout address.

The address is the international student dormitory.

Wen Ying didn't come here often. He walked around the area several times but couldn't find the location specified by the buyer, so he called the buyer.

The other person said that you can just keep walking in.

International student apartments are a bit like American-style houses on TV, far away from the town.

Wen Ying glanced at the surveillance cameras on the roadside and the endless stream of students on the road, and walked in with relief.

He lowered his head and was about to send a WeChat message to Song Jingming when a foreigner who looked like a student walked from the aisle next to him. He was tall and had sunken eye sockets.

The two of them passed each other, and suddenly, Wen Ying was picked up by him with one hand, and then dragged to the woods behind the international students' apartment.

Through these woods is the school wall.

Wen Ying struggled violently, but her thin body couldn't break free at all, and the other party covered her mouth tightly.

They had to be towed away.

……

An hour later, Song Jingming didn't wait for Wen Ying's reply and couldn't help but call.

Temporarily unavailable.

I called three more times, but no one answered.

He panicked.

I asked Secretary Li to contact the cafe directly. The boss said that Wen Ying never came back.

Song Jingming became increasingly uneasy. He stood up and walked around the office with a gloomy expression on his face.

Born into such a family, he couldn't help but think the worst about everything! Unable to contact anyone, he only had one thought, something had happened to her.

A shanty town, a collection of low-rise houses.

From inside the exposed brick wall, a wretched male voice came: "This girl is so good-looking. Why do rich people eat so well? Look at this face, what the hell is this not a fairy? It's really unfair. Why? How can a rich man sleep with such a young girl?"

Another man: "Hey, are you hard? I'm warning you, this is the woman of the second son of the Fu family, don't risk your life."

The man in the lead: "I'm just talking, women and money, of course money is more important. Hey, what do you think, why don't we take some nude photos of her? If we don't have any money in the future, how about using it to exchange for some small money to spend? Hehe... …”

The sound came into the dark corner of the next room.

Wen Ying's hands, feet and eyes were restrained, and she huddled together. The cell phone in her pocket was taken away at some point, leaving her alone and helpless.

This darkness reminded her of the time when she was thrown into a firewood hut by her father when she was a child. There were no lights, the sound of mice rustled in her ears, and geckos crawled on the walls from time to time.

She hugged her legs like this, curling up from night to dawn.

From 5 years old to 15 years old.

The sound of footsteps came to my ears, and then a foreign man spoke relatively fluent Chinese: "Don't be afraid, classmate, I want wealth rather than life."

Wen Ying tried to calm down and said, "I have no money, my family is very poor, and everyone knows that I am a poor student. How could you think of attacking me!"

"You are poor, poor and humble. But your man is rich... Haha, don't think I don't know that you are now involved with the second son of the Fu family."

What Wen Ying was afraid of was that someone would use him to threaten Song Jingming.

Explained: "You are wrong. I have nothing to do with the second son of the Fu family. It was just... a one-night stand with him."

The man laughed wildly: "One-night stand? Hahaha, then you didn't sell yourself for a good price? A one-night stand that can attract the attention of the second master of the Fu family, you must be very valuable."

Wen Ying shook his head desperately and explained anxiously, fearing that the other party would tie him to Song Jingming.

"Don't talk nonsense to her! Use her mobile phone to send a WeChat message to Song Jingming and take a photo! Hehe, strip naked and take a photo!"

Wen Ying was scared. He could hit her or scold her, but she didn't allow anyone to touch her body.

A hand reached out from the darkness and directly touched her shoulder.

Wen Ying roared with all his strength: "If you dare to touch me, I will crash to death right here! You can't even get a penny! And if I die, Song Jingming will definitely kill you, I swear."

Maybe people are extra sensitive in the dark, so Wen Ying smelled a slightly familiar scent of perfume from the man's body.

The two men looked at each other, startled by her sudden attack, and said, "Are you willing to die? Who are you trying to scare?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ying relied on his intuition and hit the wall behind him. The force was neither too strong nor too weak, just enough to smash his head, and blood flowed down the corners of his eyebrows.

Wen Ying was a little dizzy and immediately bit the tip of his tongue to calm himself down: "See if I dare! I warn you, if you want to touch me, think about the consequences first. If you don't know what Song Jingming is like People who are interested can ask first."

The two men were silent.

He spat: "Damn it, how can such a crazy woman dare to hit the wall and threaten me? She thinks she is Mu Guiying!"

The foreign man said: "What is your mobile phone password? Open it. I want to send a WeChat message to Song Jingming! Don't waste time."