Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Hearing this, Song Jingming was very dissatisfied.

He threw away the contract folder in his hand and leaned on the sofa to look at her with sharp and unhappy eyes: "Classmate Wen, please repeat that again."

Wen Ying leaned her thin shoulders on the hospital bed, swallowed, and repeated in a low voice: "The tube is... a bit... wide."

"I always thought you were very timid. I just realized today, Wen Ying, are you brave enough? Why is there leopard gallbladder in your sandwich for breakfast?"

Wen Ying looked at him with displeased eyes, not timid at all.

Maybe she knew that this man would not be angry with her, so she felt confident relying on her preference.

He added: "I'm a student. I don't sleep in the dormitory. Others will talk about me behind my back! And you can't make decisions for me without asking for my opinion!"

She looked serious on the hospital bed, even a little serious. But his face was still pale, his soft and delicate hair was tucked behind his ears, and his whole person exuded a kind of morbid beauty.

Seeing her look like Mao'er, Song Jingming felt soft again.

He really doubted whether this woman had a weakness in him. As long as she moved slightly, he would be conditioned to tolerate and compromise.

"Okay, let's talk about it then. We'll be hospitalized first."

You have to stay here day and night during your hospitalization anyway.

Song Jingming was immersed in reading the contract again when Wen Ying's cell phone rang.

It's Zhao Kuo.

"Hello, Senior Zhao Kuo? Yes, I'm in the hospital..." The voice was not as confident as before, but soft, waxy, and extremely sweet.

This senior is called...

Song Jingming threw down the contract again, this time his eyes were not only displeased, but also gloomy.

Wen Ying lowered her head and pinched her fingers while politely responding to Zhao Kuo's concern: "No, senior, no need to come see me, I have nothing serious... thank you."

She didn't even notice that Song Jingming had been attached to the outside of her phone.

Zhao Kuo's cheerful voice continued to come from the phone: "Wen Ying, you don't have any friends to take care of you here, so I'll take care of you. Is there anything you want to eat? I'll ask my mother to cook it for you..."

Song Jingming waited for her to say, my boyfriend will take care of me, so don't worry about it.

But she didn't say anything.

She played with her fingers and said with a smile: "No, it's very convenient to buy food in the hospital. I'm not mobility-challenged and don't need anyone to take care of me..."

Why didn't she mention that she had a boyfriend to take care of her?

Song Jingming was extremely unhappy and spoke before she finished speaking. He pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head, and a dangerous aura hit her face.

Wen Ying was startled by the sudden movement and reflexively said: No.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the tip of Song Jingming's tongue came in and lingered on her. He nibbled on her lips again, and their breathing became heavier. Wen Ying could only reach out and push him.

Song Jingming held her lips, his voice was low and ambiguous: "Don't move, you have a needle in your hand."

"Well…"

She couldn't help but let out a vague and wet voice, and wanted to hang up the phone, but Song Jingming restrained her wrist, unable to move.

Zhao Kuo on the other end of the phone was still asking: "Wen Ying, can you hear me? It seems that the signal is not very good and intermittent."

Song Jingming kissed her more and more passionately, teasing her to make more ambiguous sounds. Wen Ying sobbed intermittently until Zhao Kuo hung up the phone and was let go.

She leaned on the hospital bed and breathed heavily, wiped the wet marks on her mouth, and glared at Song Jingming: "You have gone too far! What if the senior overhears..."

"Just let him hear it, so that he can know that you have a boyfriend and you don't have anyone to take care of you."

Song Jingming put his hands in the trouser pockets of his dark gray home clothes and leaned against the window. I didn't take care of my hair today, it was just scattered on my forehead. It looked a few years younger. Paired with the exquisite three-dimensional facial features, there is a lazy and elegant taste.

Wen Ying was almost seduced by his male lust.

But after listening to his words, I felt relieved a lot: "I know you are taking care of me, don't they know that? I don't want them to know either..."

"Why? Why don't you want them to know that you have a boyfriend? I, Song Jingming, am so helpless? Wen Ying, do you dislike me?" Song Jingming no longer acted in a lazy manner, but crossed his arms with a look of displeasure on his face. happy.

Wen Ying shook her head hastily, how could she dislike him?

Even if he is older...

"No, no, I don't dislike you. I just don't want them to know that my boyfriend is 7 or 8 years older than me..."

After saying this, there was silence in the room. Wen Ying watched helplessly as Song Jingming's delicate face was uncertain.

Within ten seconds, he went from dull to shocked, from angry to speechless...

Without saying a word, he returned to the sofa and began to read the contract.

Wen Ying looked at his face from a distance, his face was livid and cold, his lips were pursed tightly, and everything in his body was telling the man's displeasure.

However, he is really good-looking, and a man who works hard is so charming...

Wen Ying took out her phone and secretly took a photo.

At this time, she didn't know that Song Jingming had also photographed her sitting in the same position holding a lotus flower this summer.

But right now, Wen Ying doesn't know how to explain comfort. I casually clicked on my phone and scrolled around, only to realize that this man posted his first update in his life last night!

In the photo, his face was protected by a pillar, but his couple's pajamas were exposed.

Looking at the photos he sent and his unified reply, Wen Ying suddenly felt that he loved her seriously.

From the first night to being taken advantage of by a drunkard, to a car accident, to being kidnapped... he has been working hard to move towards himself.

Wen Ying hesitated for a moment and then commented to him, even though it was just a heart icon.

But this means that you have the courage to take the first step.

He didn't coax her or force her, nor did he say it like last night when she couldn't control herself. This time it was her true volition.

Wen Ying put down her phone and looked up at him. He still had a cold face and looked at the contract in his hand without any expression. But she knew that he hadn't even turned over the page of the contract after reading it for half an hour.

"Song Jingming, I want to drink water..." Wen Ying muttered softly.

The teacher never taught her how to coax her boyfriend, so she had to figure it out on her own. But the person on the sofa opposite didn't respond.

Wen Ying raised her voice a little more and said coquettishly: "Song Jingming..."

"what."

"Drink water……"

"Then you have to wait a while. I'm older and walk slower."

Song Jingming said sourly and deliberately stood up slowly. Without looking at her, he poured her a glass of warm water and handed it to her.

Wen Ying deliberately refused to answer.

Song Jingming kept holding it up and said in a calm voice: "Student Wen's grades are so good, don't you know how to respect the old and love the young? Isn't it appropriate for a middle-aged and old man like me to keep holding the cup?"

Wen Ying wrinkled her nose, she didn't expect this man to be so vindictive.

She held the water glass, took Song Jingming's hand by the way, and scratched the back of his hand: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..."

Song Jingming felt her soft touch on the back of his hand and couldn't help but swallowed, but he deliberately said lightly:

"I'm old and my ears are hard to use. I really didn't hear what Classmate Wen said."