Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Inside the house, warm blood spattered onto the wall, leaving a trail like fireworks. The man on the ground was still twitching, and as he twitched violently, blood came out one after another.

Flow to the ground and seep into the earth.

Wen Ying slashed the cripple's carotid artery with an iron piece. Of course she would not commit suicide. If she died, her Mr. Song would be so sad.

She held the iron piece tightly, numbly looking at the blood spreading on the ground...

There was a strong tinnitus in my ears, as if I was deaf. She couldn't react. She only felt that her hands and feet were cold, the blood all over her body was frozen, and her head was getting heavier. She could only stay motionless and stiff on the iron bed.

The moment Song Jingming rushed in, he saw that Wen Ying's face was extremely pale, and his eyes were numb and staring at the twitching person on the ground.

There was blood on her forehead, and she was holding up an iron piece, as if she had lost consciousness...

Moreover, her exposed arms were full of red marks from being whipped, some were swollen, some were bleeding, and some were black and blue. It is in sharp contrast to the surrounding normal fair skin.

But she is alive. Her being alive is the greatest gift from God.

Song Jingming stepped directly over the dead man on the ground, squatted in front of Wen Ying with his tall body, and carefully tore off the iron piece in her hand. With trembling hands, he tucked her hair behind her ears with the gentlest movement possible, for fear of hurting her.

His voice was no longer calm and calm, but became hoarse, nervous, and cautious.

"Wen Ying, I'm here...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late. Wen Ying, please look at me, okay. I'm your Song Jingming, look at me and say a word to me."

By the end of his words, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.

But Wen Ying couldn't hear anything now, only the persistent chirping of cicadas in her ears. She couldn't focus her eyes and could only stare at the man on the ground who was gradually losing his breath.

Song Jingming quickly covered her eyes, held her in his arms, picked her up and walked out.

While walking, he whispered back to her consciousness: "Baby, I will take you home. Song Weiyu has been waiting for your news. She was so anxious that she wanted to follow me but I didn't let her. If you know her, she will cause trouble. You hold her Am I okay? Just talk to me, okay? Tell me where it hurts..."

Song Jingming strode out, but his clothes, his appearance, and his temperament all told Wen Ying's father that he was rich.

In this case, he also thought of selling his daughter. Father Wen immediately went to stop him. He couldn't let his daughter be really taken away! If the lame man dies, who will use the money to buy a house for his son?

Before he could speak, he was kicked down by Chen Fang. Chen Fang was very powerful, and this kick broke at least three of his ribs.

Chen Fang looked at the groaning man on the ground, his face still expressionless, but his lips were tightly pursed. He took out a dark gray handkerchief from his trousers pocket, slowly wrapped it around his hand, picked up the belt on the ground, turned around and whipped it hard at the beast's face.

Father Wen screamed and cursed, but soon became silent.

Because Chen Fang only slapped him in the face.

His mouth was full of blood, his lips were split, his cheeks were broken, and half of his ears were missing.

The blood was stained on the belt, and was thrown onto the mother and son along with the belt.

Mother Wen protected her younger brother and collapsed on the spot watching this scene. She didn't know who this man was and why he came to save Wen Ying.

Chen Fang stretched his neck. He was tired from the beating. He turned to look at the mother and son. He threw away his belt and slowly rolled up his shirt cuffs.

Mother Wen cried and shouted: "Don't touch my son, please let my son go. This is the only seedling in my family!"

Chen Fang looked at the so-called Du Miao.

Du Miao was so frightened that her face turned pale. She jumped up and ran outside, shouting: "You can hit my mother as you like! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

Mother Wen was stunned, her eyes filled with uncertainty and confusion. Is this the son she has held in her hands for 18 years?

Chen Fang sneered, turned around and walked out the door. In the yard, he took off the handkerchief from his palm, took out a lighter, lit it, and watched it burn to ashes. Then call the police.

in the car.

Wen Ying's eyes were dull and silent, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost non-existent. He was like a doll on the verge of being broken, and would fall apart if he moved.

Song Jingming put her in the back seat of the car, went up and hugged her gently, wiped her little face, and coaxed her with his hoarse voice like a razor blade: "Baby, look at me, I'm Song Jingming Ah. Just talk to me and don’t scare me, okay..."

She seemed deaf and indifferent to his words.

Song Jingming held her hands, shed tears in despair, choked with sobs and repeated over and over again: "Please, look at me, I am your Song Jingming, don't you recognize me..."

He put her thin and weak hands on his face and kissed her palms gently. Tears fell on her hands, gathering in her palms, warm and moist...

"Can you say something to me? Just look at me..."

Only then did Wen Ying hook her fingers, and there were some waves in her eyes. He slowly looked at the man crying in his hand, gently took out a hand and stroked the hair on the back of his head.

Song Jingming raised his head and looked at her pitifully like a puppy. She finally blinked and the corners of her mouth curved a little: "Mr. Song, don't cry."

The man in front of him didn't have the same meticulous hair as before, and there was some prickly stubble on his chin. His eyes were still green, his lips were chapped and he looked miserable.

But he is still handsome and resolute, and full of security.

Wen Ying gently stroked his lips, wiped away his tears, and smiled softly: "I'm sorry, it's because of me...that I made you worried again."

Song Jingming let go of her hand, opened his arms and hugged her tightly, wanting to use his greatest strength to rub her into his body.

But the person in his arms trembled: "Song Jingming, I hurt..."

He looked over her shoulder and saw that Wen Ying's back was red and swollen, stained with blood and bruised. He paused suddenly, holding his breath for a moment.

I wanted to touch it, but I was afraid it would hurt her. His hands trembled and stopped in the air, feeling extremely distressed.

"I'll take you to the hospital, and we'll leave now. Don't worry about anything here from now on! And I won't let you come back for the rest of your life. Do you understand? Don't say anything to me about going home from now on. This is your home." ? I tell you clearly today, wherever I, Song Jingming, is, that is your home."

Wen Ying looked at the man who was angry in a low voice and smiled with his eyes bent. Although his love is paranoid and full of control, luckily, she likes it.

Wen Ying is extremely insecure, and Song Jingming is full of control. The two of them are like weird puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

"Song Jingming, thank you for coming to me..."

Song Jingming's heart softened when he saw her cute yet fragile appearance. He wanted to hug her but didn't dare to touch her. I can only touch her face: "Be obedient and don't suddenly lose contact again. I should thank you."