Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Jingming held Wen Ying's hand and suddenly remembered his childhood.

Fu Haitang bought him a mecha model, which he held in his arms no matter where he was eating or sleeping, and he played with it for three years.

I have never been attracted to other mechas again. I kept playing with my mecha until it faded and lost its arms and legs.

He just collected it and framed it in a glass display cabinet in his room. until now.

So since childhood, Song Weiyu felt that he was a bit strange, and he was so single-minded that he was terrifying.

She even did an experiment and asked the nanny to cook the same meal for Song Jingming for a month. Not only did Song Jingming not get angry, he still ate with gusto every day.

This is not single-mindedness, this is stubbornness.

So much so that when Song Jingming became an adult, he never found a girlfriend and even behaved like a lady in ancient times.

Song Weiyu also met several women who wanted to crawl into Song Jingming's bed, beautiful, pure, sexy...

Everything is available.

But he was indifferent, not even the slightest reaction. So for a long time, Song Weiyu felt that her second son liked men.

Not only him, but the entire circle thinks so. So, those women gave up.

But the men had hope. After all, Song Jingming was handsome and rich...if he could follow him, he would have no worries about eating, drinking and having fun all his life even if he had no status.

But soon, the men also became discouraged, especially after being beaten violently by Song Jingming...

Until now, people in the circle say that Song Jingming is a monk, that the second son of the Fu family is not close to women, and that Song Weiyu was too cruel when he was young, so that retribution fell on his son.

Song Weiyu sometimes thought about it, and they were right.

The boss has always been unmarried as long as he loves her, so she can't help it.

The second child, the living holy monk. Fortunately, Wen Ying appeared and saved her second son.

The third child loves to drink and have fun...forget it, just keep him as a pet.

Outside the window, the sun is no longer scorching, and early autumn is approaching, and the air is much more comfortable.

Song Jingming still sat blankly beside the hospital bed, holding Wen Ying's hand tightly. He was really thinking about what Lu Cheng said... His circle was too complicated, so complicated that he didn't want Wen Ying to get close.

Wen Ying is not a mecha and cannot be stored in a glass cabinet.

He didn't know what to do... This was the first time that when he met someone he liked, he wasn't so paranoid and sick that he took her as his own.

Perhaps love from the higher ground is not about possessing, but about letting go.

His mind was in a mess. The phone rang and it was Fu Haitang. His voice was still steady: "Son, I heard that something happened to Wen Ying?"

"Dad...she had a gun put to her head and almost died."

Song Jingming's voice sounded decadent. Fu Haitang was silent for a moment. He had only met Wen Ying a few times. In his impression, Wen Ying was a timid and simple girl, but Song Jingming liked her very much.

When it comes to love, one thing comes down to another, and he understands this deeply.

He said: "If you recognize her, take her back to the capital. When you go to burn incense on the first day of the new year this year, you can take her to recognize her old friends and stop by our hospital..."

The hospital Fu Haitang mentioned is a top private hospital.

All surgeries can be performed here, including placing positioning chips on the human body.

Song Jingming paused for a moment, "I know, I'll talk to her when she wakes up."

After hanging up the phone, the room fell silent.

The flowing clouds moved slowly, and the bright sunlight outside the window became soft and gentle, shining into this high-end ward, which was actually a bit warm.

On the bed, Wen Ying's eyelashes flashed, and she slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was the pale ceiling. Her head was still a little dizzy, and her eyes were particularly dazed.

When she fainted before, she always woke up alone.

this time……

She felt her hand being wrapped in warmth. She tilted her head and saw Song Jingming lying next to her hospital bed, as if taking a nap.

Wen Ying's heart ached inexplicably when she saw his tall body curled up on the stool. She didn't know how long he had been sitting there. It had only been a month since he had been in a car accident, and his body was still recovering.

She took out her hand and stroked Song Jingming's clean hair, which was soft and lush, like a puppy.

Song Jingming trembled, quickly raised his head, and subconsciously shouted: "Wen Ying..."

The two looked at each other, their eyes red at the same time.

Song Jingming, a 188-year-old man, looked at Wen Ying's pale face and smiling lips, and couldn't help but purse his lips and turn red.

He put one hand around her waist and buried his head on her shoulder: "Wen Ying... I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Can you beat me and scold me? You don't know how scared I am... I'm sorry..."

He cried intermittently, his voice hoarse as if he had been in the desert for several days without drinking water.

Wen Ying was a little surprised to see Song Jingming so fragile for the first time. She touched the back of his head distressedly, comforting and coaxing: "I'm fine, please stop crying. How old are you, why do you keep crying..."

Song Jingming didn't listen, so he buried his head in her arm and cried non-stop.

He didn't know what he was crying about, but his heart was so blocked that it seemed that he could only cry to be freed.

"Song Jingming, stop crying...I feel very sad when you cry like this." Wen Ying whispered in his ear.

Song Jingming then raised his head, looking at Wen Ying pitifully with tears stained and sniffling.

When Wen Ying fell asleep, he was still rationally considering whether to let go. The second the two people looked at each other, Song Jingming immediately gave up the idea of ​​letting go.

He will hold her tightly and will never let her go in this life.

If you want to die together, you must be with him if you live.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the moment Song Jingming wanted to kiss him, he felt eyes on him at the door.

Looking back at the door, Song Weiyu was taking a video with his mobile phone, muttering: "Oh my God, Song Jingming is crying. It's a rare occurrence in a century... Send it to the group chat and show it to the boss."

Song Jingming quickly wiped his tears and shouted: "Mom, what are you taking pictures of!" Not allowed to post, delete it immediately! '

After the message was sent successfully, Song Jingming's cell phone rang. As expected, it was a family in love.

Song Weiyu came to deliver food. There was a separate dining room in the high-end ward with a table full of food.

"You two clean up, I'm eating here too today, and your Uncle Chen."

After saying that, Chen Fang walked in. He had just gone to Li He's office to ask about Wen Ying's condition. It was nothing serious. He just needed to take good care of her for a few weeks and she would be fine.

Chen Fang nodded towards Wen Ying on the hospital bed and said softly: "Wen Ying, how do you feel now?"

"Uncle Chen, thank you for saving me regardless of your own safety..."

This sentence really comes from the heart. How many people in life are willing to risk their lives to save themselves? Apart from her parents, lovers and the police, Wen Ying can't think of anyone else...

She had never experienced the love of her parents, but in Chen Fang, she seemed to see the sense of security that her father only had.

With tears in her eyes, she watched these people who were not related to her worry about herself.

For the first time, she felt at home.

Song Jingming sat by the bed, reached out to wipe her tears, and said softly: "Don't cry...get up and have some food. The doctor said you are very weak. From today on, I will cook for you every day."