Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

In the past, she showed kindness to Song Jingming, but he was indifferent, so that she believed others who said that Song Jingming liked men.

The flight attendant glanced at Wen Ying, who was sleeping next to her. She was quite beautiful, but in terms of femininity, she had to be curvy like her.

Li Liangyu got up and went to the bathroom.

The stewardess started looking for a topic: "Master Song, I heard that you have found a girlfriend? Could it be this... little girl?"

Song Jingming frowned and didn't reply.

The stewardess thought he didn't want to admit it, so she continued: "By the way, Master Song, let me add you on WeChat. If you use this plane in the future, you can tell me in advance and I will prepare the champagne you like."

The flight attendant took out her cell phone and planned to attack it in one fell swoop.

Wen Ying beside him frowned and groaned.

Song Jingming hurried to comfort him, glanced at the flight attendant and said in a displeased voice, "Can you please stop talking? I almost woke up my wife."

The flight attendant's face turned red, she put away her phone and stepped aside.

She wanted to wait for Song Jingming to go to the bathroom and get started. Because she has met all kinds of men on this plane, and 90% of them are superficial rejections, but as long as you continue to stick to them, no man will really reject them.

Song Jingming asked Li Liangyu to prepare the chip and return to Beijing to implant it for Wen Ying.

Li Liangyu glanced at Wen Ying, who was sleeping like a kitten, and asked in a low voice: "Are you serious? Did Aunt Song approve it..."

Song Jingming smiled. Get up and go to the bathroom.

Li Liangyu squinted his eyes and stretched his head, watching the flight attendant secretly follow him. With a bad smile, he stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Ying's face. Wen Ying had not slept peacefully and woke up immediately.

The eyelashes are fluttering, and the laziness really looks like a velvet cat. Li Liangyu paused and said:

"Little kitten, Song Jingming seems to be feeling unwell. He is in the bathroom. Do you want to go check on him?"

Wen Ying quickly got up and walked to the bathroom.

He twisted his two fingers together and unconsciously recalled the feeling of squeezing her face just now. He felt that the touch felt very smooth...

Looking up at her back, she saw a long white cotton skirt that just reached her knees. Her calves were straight and slender, as tender as bamboo shoots. Her body was so clean that she had no scent whatsoever, exuding a subtle body fragrance.

He seemed to understand why Song Jingming fell in love with Wen Ying.

When Wen Ying walked to the restaurant, she heard the seductive voice of a woman inside: "Master Song, I think your hand is inconvenient, why don't I help you wash your hands?"

Her breathing was stagnant, her heartbeat skipped a beat, and she hesitated whether to continue walking.

Still stopped where he was, waiting for Song Jingming to reply.

Song Jingming said nothing, wondering if he acquiesced to the woman washing his hands. She felt very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Song, don't be so cold. Don't worry, I won't tell your girlfriend. I just really like you... Can we be a romantic couple?"

The more the woman spoke, the more she went overboard, and Wen Ying couldn't help but feel angry.

She walked forward, wanting to see how this man planned to become a romantic couple with Song Jingming.

There was only a door between them. She looked through the crack of the door and saw that this woman was leaning against Song Jingming with her oversized breasts. Wen Ying lowered his head and looked at her own breasts...

More and more angry!

Song Jingming took two steps back to prevent her from getting closer, and said coldly: "Get out."

Wen Ying calmed down his anger a little.

But the woman did not retreat despite the difficulty. Instead, she gently ran her hand across Song Jingming's black shirt, trying to touch the top button.

At this time, Song Jingming had just finished washing his hands, turned around to avoid her, and was about to go outside. But the woman grabbed his shirt from behind and wouldn't let go.

Wen Ying opened the door directly and came in.

Song Jingming froze on the spot. For the first time, he saw Wen Ying's little face expressionless, even filled with extreme dissatisfaction. There was even a hint of unfamiliar coldness in his eyes.

He felt uneasy and subconsciously explained: "No, no, it's not what you saw, I didn't..."

Wen Ying stood two steps away from him, looking at him with faint eyes, saying nothing or reacting. But the look was like looking at a stranger.

Song Jingming panicked, took a step toward her, and reached out to hug her.

Her hands fell and she ducked away. And her eyes became more and more cold. At this moment, she didn't look like a kitten anymore, she was just a little tiger.

"Take it off."

Her voice was cold and hollow, but firm. He repeated: "If your shirt is dirty, take it off and throw it away."

Song Jingming quickly took off his shirt without saying anything. As long as she speaks, it doesn't matter what she says or what she asks him to do, as long as she is willing to say it.

The flight attendant didn't expect Song Jingming to be so obedient, and her eyes almost popped out. She clearly heard the princelings say: Song Jingming has been unpopular since he was a child, he is decisive and ruthless, and he doesn't take anyone seriously.

But the man in front of me who was taking off his shirt in a hurry, how cruel and spicy was he?

Wen Ying turned her dissatisfied eyes to the stewardess and said coldly: "Miss... are you sure you want to watch my boyfriend take off his clothes here?"

The stewardess pursed her lips and walked out reluctantly. She didn't expect that this innocent and thin girl would have such a strong sense of oppression.

Song Jingming quickly threw his black shirt on the ground, topless, looking at his Wen Ying with bright eyes, and actually laughed: "Honey, are you jealous?"

Wen Ying said nothing and looked at him, his eyes still cold.

Only then did Song Jingming feel that she was really angry. He quickly went to hug her, but when he took a step closer, Wen Ying took a step back until there was no way back.

Song Jingming circled her: "Don't be angry, I was wrong. I didn't let her touch me at all...Really, she didn't touch me at all."

"She touched your shirt."

"Throw away the shirt! Look, I'm naked now. Come on, touch me. Only you!" As he said that, Song Jingming took Wen Ying's hand and put it on his chest.

Wen Ying had a sullen face and refused to speak. She started biting her lips again without saying anything. Song Jingming hugged her and kissed her on the mouth.

But before they met, she pushed him away, turned around indifferently and went out.

Only then did Song Jingming really feel that something was wrong with her. He found a gray shirt in the cloakroom, put it on and walked out: "Wen Ying, listen to me..."

Passing by the restaurant, Li Liangyu was leaning against the door and looking at him with a wicked smile.

Song Jingming went up and punched him: "Are you childish? Are you interesting?"

Li Liangyu smiled: "It's very interesting. I call it tit for tat. Why did you try it yourself today... and then you think it's not fun?"

Last time, Li Liangyu flew to Hangzhou with his girlfriend to find Song Jingming. When the three of them returned to Beijing together, Song Jingming deliberately made such a fuss.

Today it was his turn to taste this.

In the cabin, Wen Ying had already laid down and pretended to sleep. There's still an hour to go... She doesn't want to face Song Jingming.

Although I knew there was nothing wrong with Song Jingming, I felt uncomfortable and depressed. Before today, she had always thought that she was a very generous girlfriend.

What happened today made her couldn't help but think that a man like Song Jingming would have women pounce on him throughout his life.

Can you really accept it?