Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

His voice was deep in his bones and every word was heart-wrenching. Wen Ying finally choked up, fell silent, and was scared.

People will never know what others are going through unless they put themselves in their shoes.

Song Jingming's words successfully made some bad scenes flash through Wen Ying's mind. She has not forgotten the weak look of Song Jingming lying in the hospital bed last month.

At this moment, she finally understood Song Jingming.

If it were her, after experiencing so many things, she might become even more jealous, and even want to find a rope to tie him to her side.

Wen Ying hugged him with trembling hands and said in a crying voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Before I met you, I had never been loved by anyone, and no one had ever worried about me. I don't know what it feels like. Now I understand , the concern is mutual. Song Jingming, I will tell you wherever I go from now on. I will tell you when I go to the bathroom, okay?"

After hearing her heartfelt words, Song Jingming's stiff body softened a little. He stretched out his hand and stopped in the air, not daring to hug her. He could only raise his hand to rub her hair.

"Let's take it slow, but you only need to guarantee one principle, which is to let me know that you are safe at all times. Is that okay?"

Moment is every minute and every second.

"Okay, okay. I understand... But Song Jingming, have you noticed that you actually have some mental illness?" Wen Ying buried his head in his neck and whispered.

There was silence in my ears, and then his thick nasal voice came. She knew that Song Jingming was angry again!

But she was telling the truth. Song Jingming was overbearing, selfish, and controlling. Like a puppy, it feels that whatever it pees on is its own. Last time, Wen Ying was only touched on the ankle by the drunk man. He held her under the shower for a long time, and finally kissed her...

Canine style.

After a long while, Song Jingming replied in a deep voice: "I know. I am controlling, possessive, paranoid and selfish, have a bad temper, and always want to take care of you. But there is no way I was born this way, and I can't change it. Wen Ying, now I can tolerate and give in to other things, but you are an exception. So what? Are you still willing to like me? "

Wen Ying listened to the tone of his voice, which was harsh and a little sad. Sighing secretly...

But no one is perfect. When you love someone, should you only love his or her merits?

Seeing her not speaking for a long time, Song Jingming thought she was really thinking about whether she should continue to like him.

The exhaustion and physical exhaustion of these 24 hours, as well as the psychological pain he was enduring now, all came to his mind. He had a lump in his throat and a sore tip of his nose...

He cried again.

Wen Ying hurriedly went to wipe his tears. She felt distressed and speechless. The 188cm tall man was 7.8 years older than her! Wearing a tailor-made suit, he looks tough, handsome and elite. But I sat by the bed and cried...

Wen Ying put an arm around him and used the other hand to wipe his tears, and patiently coaxed him: "Song Jingming, why are you crying again...have you shed all the tears you haven't cried in 30 years in front of me? ?Okay, stop crying, I like you, how could I not like you? Look at you crying..."

"Say it again."

"I like it, I like it very much, I like it very much, I like it very much, I like it very much."

Song Jingming lay on her shoulder and cried more violently.

He didn't know why he was crying, not just because he was afraid Wen Ying wouldn't want him. He was even more scared. He couldn't imagine what would happen to Wen Ying if something happened to him today.

Those few hours in the taxi were the same as the time when Song Weiyu was kidnapped ten years ago. It was the most disturbing experience in his life so far.

But ten years ago, he had no place to cry, and he had to endure it to comfort Fu Haitang, who was about to faint from crying.

It's different now, Wen Ying's soft body hugs him and pats his back gently. He just felt so wronged and wanted to cry.

"Okay, Song Jingming, you are such a crybaby... Such an adult knows how to cry every day."

"..."

Song Jingming sniffed and got up from her. The two embarrassed people looked at each other greedily under the incandescent lights of the hospital.

Until the lawyer came in with a piece of paper: "Mr. Song, wasn't Father Wen beaten by Brother Chen? This is the letter of understanding between mother and son. Do you want Miss Wen to sign it too?"

Got the letter of understanding so quickly?

Song Jingming took it, browsed it over, and glanced at Wen Ying gently: "If you don't sign, Wen Ying has nothing to do with this family. I'm already in the process of transferring my household registration. Please be careful about the rest and don't leave anything behind." Something that should be kept.”

"I understand, Mr. Song, and people from the Public Security Bureau will come over tomorrow morning to take notes. What time do you think is appropriate?"

Hearing this, Wen Ying frowned. Even if it was for self-defense, it would be difficult for a normal person to accept killing someone. It was estimated that this would be a lifelong nightmare for her. She would never forget the sound of iron scraping against her flesh.

Song Jingming held her hand tightly. Even if his hands and eyes were open to the sky, the transcript would still be a formality.

"The earlier the better, we will return to Beijing after finishing the transcript."

"Okay, Mr. Song, everyone wakes up early in the hospital, do you think it's okay to set it at 6:30?"

Song Jingming picked up Wen Ying's scattered hair and asked in a soft voice: "Is six-thirty okay? Isn't it a bit early? How about seven-thirty?"

The lawyer had never seen such a gentle side of Song Jingming, and couldn't help but look at Wen Ying a few more times. He has been working in Fu's legal department for more than ten years, and what he is best at is his meticulousness and foresight. So he had to remember this girl's face, maybe it was Mrs. Song.

Wen Ying didn't want to stay here. Maybe if she left here, she could forget about the cripple who spurted blood, her father who whipped her with a belt, and her mother who insulted her and her brother who sucked her blood.

"The sooner the better."

Song Jingming walked outside the ward and gave the lawyer a few more instructions. Wen Ying vaguely heard something like, "Be quick with your hands and feet. Send him to prison first..."

Her heart sank.

At night, the hospital still smelled of disinfectant. Wen Ying got tired and stood by the window to watch the moonlight.

Looking back on everything that happened in the past three months, it is really more exciting than the TV series. She had a hallucination in a daze...but the burning pain coming from her forehead and back confirmed it all.

For 20 years, she has been trying to escape from the family that murdered her many times. Now that she is really far away, she feels a little guilty. Maybe this is the power of blood, and she cannot be completely indifferent.

Song Jingming's voice sounded from behind: "Come here, I'll wash your face and wipe your body."

Wen Ying turned around by the window and looked at Song Jingming's topless body and holding a towel in the moonlight. He still has scars from the last car accident, the fracture in his chest is not healed, and he still has a fixation plate on his arm.

He just went to save her who was kidnapped and imprisoned by her parents with all her injuries.

Therefore, this world is really strange. The person who gave birth to you is very cruel to you, but people who have no blood relationship are willing to give their lives for you.

That, she thought firmly at the moment.

She will not be a victim bound by blood, she will run towards Mr. Song, the most worthy person in the world, without hesitation.