Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying bit her lip and tried not to get in. Her long eyelashes covered the redness under her eyes, which made Song Jingming feel itchy to death.

He directly hugged her waist with one hand and locked the bathroom door.

He pressed her against the door, leaned over to look at her red ears, and asked softly: "Wen Ying, do you admit that I am your boyfriend now?"

The person in his arms didn't speak, but his hands held his shirt tightly and wouldn't let go.

Song Jingming smiled, his lips touched her forehead and cheek intentionally or unintentionally, and murmured: "Speak, tell me..."

Wen Ying was so rubbed by him that she couldn't help but close her eyes. She didn't want to face him, so she buried her head in his chest and whispered back, "I don't know."

Song Jingming was not satisfied and threatened her with a frown: "Huh? Then I'll let you know?"

After saying that, the kisses fell densely. Instead of attacking her lips, he went to ravage her earlobes and neck. He knew her sensitivity. In less than a minute, her grip on her shirt became tighter and her legs became softer. She leaned in his arms and moaned: "Stop...um...stop biting, are you a puppy?" ?”

Song Jingming rested his chin on her collarbone and chuckled.

This is the first time someone calls him a puppy...

"Haha, Wen Ying, how can you say that your boyfriend is a puppy? At least, he should be a wolfdog, right?"

Um? Before Wen Ying could react, he bit her smooth neck and sucked harder than before. It wasn't until Wen Ying couldn't stand it anymore and cried out in pain that he raised his head, looked at the blue mark and nodded. .

Yes, very conspicuous.

As a puppy, you should leave your mark on the things you like.

Looking at her pitiful look with her eyes red from being bitten. Song Jingming coaxed again softly: "Can I give you a bath?"

Without waiting for her to resist, he took off her dress. He moved from bottom to top very skillfully. He couldn't help but sigh, the dress was better, just take it off and the whole thing would be gone.

Wen Ying reacted and quickly raised her hands to cover herself, hiding from him and not allowing him to touch the hook of her underwear. She ran under the shower and turned on the hot water.

"Do you want to wash it in your underwear?"

Song Jingming was really rogue tonight. He smiled at her panicked look, and then walked towards her back under the shower.

The closer you get, the clearer you can see. The scars on her back were deep and shallow, new and old... Her heart began to hurt again, as if her heart, which had not hurt in 30 years since she met Wen Ying, was hurting with a vengeance.

He swallowed the congestion in his throat, leaned behind her, and stroked her gently.

"Where did these injuries come from?" His voice was not as gentle as before, but instead was deep and full of danger. In fact, he could guess where it came from.

Wen Ying was stunned, remembering those unpleasant scenes and the way his father slapped her on the back with a tree stick. She couldn't help but tremble.

The wound no longer hurts, but my heart is still scared.

She didn't speak and was silent again. As if silence can protect herself...

Song Jingming stared at her dripping hair and sighed: "Wen Ying, I asked you two questions, you have to answer one, right? Or tell me where the injury came from, or tell me whether it counts. Consider it your boyfriend!"

Yes or no? Wen Ying was confused for a moment. She had experienced life and death with him today. It was undeniable that there was a qualitative breakthrough between the two, and she also saw Song Jingming's feelings for her.

No one has ever cared so much about himself.

While she was thinking seriously, he opened the buttons on her back.

"You..." Her chest was exposed to the air, dancing very dazzlingly under the bathroom light.

Song Jingming was shaken by his fair skin, and his voice became hoarse. He leaned close to her and said in a deep voice: "I'll give you an hour to think about it. After a while, I'll wait for you to take the initiative to say..."

"Now, take off your shirt."

After doing this twice, Wen Ying knew that he couldn't avoid it. I could only turn around with squinted eyes, bit my lip and went to unbutton him.

In order to avoid touching the injury on her forehead, Song Jingming took off the shower head and held it with his hands to flush her chest and back.

The hot air spread between the two of them.

But Wen Ying had no time to care about anything else. She just felt that there were so many buttons on Song Jingming's shirt today, and it seemed like she couldn't unbutton all of them. The further his hand went down, the heavier Song Jingming's breathing became.

"Well, there's also a belt..." His voice was hoarse, and he kept swallowing, wanting to eat her right away.

Wen Ying didn't want to take off his belt because she saw that the fly of Song Jingming's trousers had already become stiff.

He looked unhappy.

Song Jingming looked at her tangled little face and swiped her face with the shower head. Countless water droplets rushed to her face, making her unable to help but stick out her tongue and lick it.

Song Jingming saw the tip of her tongue and couldn't help but frown, his eyes darkening a little.

He can't wait.

"Wen Ying, if you take off your clothes for me within one minute, I can consider letting you go tonight."

Um? Wen Ying's eyes widened suddenly, and she quickly unbuttoned his belt and trousers. It took him less than half a minute to clean up everything.

"My Wen Ying is so good." After saying that, he put the shower head back, clasped the back of her head with one hand, and kissed her deeply.

Wen Ying refused to let him go, and pushed him out against the tip of her tongue, but it hit him right in the middle, sucking tightly and not letting go. After an unknown amount of time, he felt that the person in his arms was too weak to stand, so he took her in his arms and put her on the sink.

"You said you would let me go tonight..." Wen Ying swallowed carefully and resisted.

Song Jingming raised his eyebrows: "I know, I won't do anything." After saying that, he lifted her chin and kissed her neck.

Especially when he thought that she was in danger today and almost left him, this feeling of regaining something was so precious to Song Jingming that he wished he could hold her and never let go.

"If I don't do anything, I'll wait until you ask me to do it." Song Jingming whispered into her ear while holding her ear beads.

His voice was so hoarse that Wen Ying couldn't help but soften her hands. She could only climb onto his shoulders and hook them gently to prevent them from sliding down.

She raised her head and gasped, muttering: "Well... stop, stop. It feels uncomfortable..."

"Huh? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

When she kept silent, he became more presumptuous. In less than ten minutes, Wen Ying was crying and begging for mercy, and with his cunning hook, he said what he wanted to hear.

He was extremely satisfied.

"Well, you want it? What does Classmate Wen want? Tell me clearly..." Song Jingming smiled like a sinister wolf, laying the bait for her step by step.

This time the rabbit really cried, crying in his arms.

Song Jingming then relented and pulled her towards him: "Okay, okay, let's not talk anymore. Don't cry..."

Wen Ying was in a daze, and the world was spinning. After shouting until his voice became hoarse, he asked: "Wen Ying, am I your boyfriend now?"

"Calculate……"

Song Jingming washed her clean, dried her carefully, and finally picked up the hair dryer to dry the hair of the soft person in his arms.

He suddenly discovered that he was quite fit to serve others after living a non-working life for nearly 30 years.

Of course, only the rabbits who serve him.

Maybe sometimes, you have to admit that there is such a person in this world, just for you. When you first saw her, you knew it was destiny.