Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He felt Chen Fang suddenly hit the brakes, but quickly resumed normal driving. He also saw that Chen Fang's arms were a little stiff, and his one-handed driving became two-handed.

He knew that Chen Fang finally started to listen carefully.

Song Jingming twitched his lips: "Wen Ying will be your daughter from now on, her full name is Chen Wenying. I will get the paternity test report, and you will be responsible for taking out the household registration book and just make sure it falls on the same page as her name."

Chen Fang didn't speak, but his Adam's apple moved.

In fact, he cared about this girl very much, at first just because she was the person Song Jingming loved. But when he was the one who found out about her family, when he found out that this sensible and well-behaved girl was abandoned several times when she was a child and almost died. Having been abused until adulthood, it was undeniable that he felt quite distressed.

Such a good girl shouldn't live in that kind of blood-sucking cave. What's more, Song Weiyu has been thinking about having a daughter for more than 20 years.

Chen Fang's voice darkened: "Let's wait until she wakes up. We still have to listen to her on this matter."

The two said nothing more. When we arrived at the hospital, the public hospital was very crowded, but Song Jingming had already contacted Li He in advance and asked him to find the dean and arrange for someone to wait at the door and start the examination directly.

After a full set of examinations, fortunately, no internal organs were injured.

There are a few minor rib fractures, which will be fine and no surgery is needed. But the large area of ​​whiplash on the back was really frightening. The doctor even frowned when he was treating the inflammation: "Who hit this? It was so cruel. For such a thin little girl, I feel heartbroken when I look at it."

Song Jingming felt even more distressed. He looked at the dense blood stains on Wen Ying's back. I really can't think of any reason to let Father Wen go.

Of course he couldn't let him go. As long as Wen's father was alive, Wen Ying would always have worries...

The doctor was disinfecting, and Wen Ying had already woken up.

"hiss…"

Song Jingming hurriedly squatted beside the bed and asked urgently: "Does it hurt? Be good, don't be afraid. I'll ask the doctor to use pain-free medicine. Does the doctor have any pain-free medicine? No matter how expensive it is, I will take it."

"No."

Listening to the doctor's speechless voice, Wen Ying tugged at the corner of her mouth and showed a helpless smile: "Don't bother the doctor, there is no way it won't hurt if you apply the medicine."

Song Jingming was a little irritable, frowning and looking unhappy, squatting beside the bed and staring at Wen Ying motionless. Wen Ying stretched out a hand to comfort his head: "It's okay, it's much lighter than when he was beaten."

After saying this, she realized that she shouldn't have said this. Sure enough, Song Jingming's face turned gloomy and his eye circles slowly turned red: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I didn't protect you... When you get better, can you use my belt to whip me?"

Wen Ying smiled helplessly and pinched his face hard: "Mr. Song, stop making trouble."

The doctor finally finished the disinfection and applied some special medicine to promote healing. Patiently telling Song Jingming: "This kind of skin injury can only wait for it to heal on its own. It will probably take two months to fully heal. Remember not to touch the water. You can take a bath, just avoid the back. Put on the water tonight, mainly for her The wound on my forehead is a bit deep and needs anti-inflammation, otherwise it will cause infection and fever..."

Song Jingming remembered them one by one, sent the doctor away and immediately took her to the single ward.

Although it is a single ward, it is far less spacious and luxurious than a private hospital. There is no living room, no dining room, and no spacious bathroom. He looked at Wen Ying lying on the small hospital bed, and the tip of his heart burned as if he had been smeared with chili powder.

Asked Chen Fang: "When can I leave? I plan to go back to Beijing directly."

Chen Fang looked at his watch and saw that it was already too late: "Going back to Beijing? Then you take her away tomorrow and I will take care of things here."

Song Jingming nodded: "Then I will arrange for the hospital to adjust the flight route tonight. After you finish your work here, take Song Weiyu back to Beijing. Settling in residence is a big deal, and you have to talk to your family about it."

Chen Fang nodded and went to the police station.

Song Jingming called the high-end private hospital in Beijing [Western Beijing International Hospital], and a male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Second brother? Why are you calling me at this time? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I will return to Beijing tomorrow and go directly to the hospital. I will send you the location, and you can send me a WeChat message after scheduling."

"Second brother, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Are you in such a hurry? Are you okay..." On the other end of the phone was a young man from Beijing West International Hospital named Li Liangyu.

Li Liangyu's family has been studying medicine for generations, and his generation must inherit the family business. Moreover, the male in the family is in charge of medicine and the female is in marketing, which can be considered a rule passed down from generation to generation.

"I'm fine, your sister-in-law is injured."

Li Liangyu's voice suddenly became louder, and you could even hear the jumping voice on his end: "...sister-in-law? Damn, are you really looking for a girlfriend? Really or not. Who is my sister-in-law? She can actually take down a monk like you!" Damn it...I'll pick it up in person tomorrow! Just wait for me!"

Song Jingming pursed his lips and hung up the phone, sending Li Liangyu his location. The mobile phone WeChat started beeping non-stop.

No need to guess, Li Liangyu must have posted something in the group 'Beijing Circle Tramps'.

Speaking of this group, the dozens of people in it are all princelings who play well in the circle. As for why we chose such a name, it’s because everyone’s dream when they were young was to go out and be a homeless person.

When I was young, other children were playing outside and they had to learn at least three lessons every day. Other children act like spoiled children in their parents' arms, and their parents have no time to care about them. I was forced by my housekeeper to go to a private school every day. I had to get up at 5 a.m. and go to school until 10 p.m. with no private space at all.

So at that time, they felt that being a homeless person was the happiest thing in the world.

Song Jingming sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his fingers, twirled his fingers, looked at the broken cotton skirt on Wen Ying's back and said, "Wen Ying, let's talk."

"Don't talk about it..." Wen Ying knew he was going to be angry.

"We can't talk about it, just look at me."

With that said, Song Jingming helped her sit up and stared at her. She was very haggard, her lips were bloodless, and her originally white face became more and more sickly. Her hair was randomly tied into a ball, and some strands of hair were scattered around her ears, which made him feel soft.

"No matter where you go from now on, you must tell me first. I don't want something like today to happen again. Can you do it?"

"can."

"No matter what you do in the future, you must send me a WeChat message. Even if you go out to buy a cup of coffee, I still want to know. Can you do it?"

"...Not necessarily. Sometimes we forget when we are too anxious."

Song Jingming raised his eyebrows displeased: "You know what I was thinking about in the taxi today? Wen Ying... Do you know how scared I am? Have you ever thought about what would happen to me if something happened to you? manage?"

Wen Ying pursed her lips: "It won't happen again. I'm fine. In fact, I know it well..."

She was so perfunctory, Song Jingming felt a little cold, and even more angry that she didn't realize the despair he felt today.

But after all, she is young, only 20 years old. She doesn't understand that there is only a thin line between life and death, and she has never experienced what it feels like to have someone you love hurt.

Okay, then he will teach you slowly.

"Wen Ying, have you ever thought about what if I get into another car accident on the way to find you? What if my arm is completely disabled? What will you do if I become paralyzed? What if I If you die, what will you do?"