Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Second brother, you don't need to tell me. I will tell you as soon as I see my sister-in-law. Haha, why are you treating me like a daughter?"

Song Jingming raised his lips and said, "Absolutely."

Zhao Yuan didn't say a word. He drank the last glass of wine and saw that everyone was having a good time. It was about to leave before he said: "That daughter of the Shen family is going back to China. It will happen in the next few days."

After saying that, the whole table fell silent and put down their chopsticks.

Shen Yuanjia chased Song Jingming for twenty years. Ever since she saw Song Jingming at her 8th birthday party, she couldn't help but do a series of shocking things for Song Jingming.

It's like a person pursues someone and loves someone, no matter whether they are together or not, as time goes by, when everyone sees her and talks about her, they will unconsciously think of the other person.

So for so many years, everyone has accepted her relationship with Song Jingming.

Song Jingming raised his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair to look at the four people: "What does she have to do with me? Don't mention it in front of your sister-in-law, so as not to cause trouble."

After the show was over, Song Jingming returned to the ward, quickly washed up and took a shower, then jumped on the bed.

Wen Ying was already drowsy under the influence of the medicine. She took off her hospital gown and wore only a thin white sling. Half of her arms and neck were exposed, dazzling in the moonlight.

Song Jingming swallowed, gently lifted the quilt and went in. Only then did he realize that she was only wearing a suspender belt and no underwear.

A bulging mass, vaguely...

He froze, lifting the corner of the quilt and looking at her motionless. From his eyes to his mouth, from his neck to his slim waist, he instantly felt extremely hot.

He immediately lay down next to her and held her gently in his arms. He kissed her lips again and again, and gently pushed the tip of his tongue in, which made Wen Ying frown and hum.

These two screams made him immediately throw away his armor.

Carefully put your hand under the sling, move it up inch by inch, move it to a satisfactory position, and start scratching.

For a long time, Wen Ying didn't open her eyes except for the occasional scream.

Song Jingming couldn't help it anymore, raised his arms and put her flat, seducing her bit by bit.

It wasn't until Wen Ying was shaken awake while she was half asleep, squinting her eyes and moaning, that she realized Song Jingming was lying on top of her.

"Are you awake? Just wake up and be good..."

His voice was hoarse and he was growling, which made Wen Ying feel dazed for a while, but the rippling pleasure coming from her body made her unable to help but touch his shoulders and pinch his muscles with her nails.

"Huh? Song Jingming... um~ it's so late at night, don't..."

Song Jingming buried his head in her neck, sucked her most sensitive earlobe, and smiled softly: "Baby, what else?"

……

I don't know how many nice words he forced to say before the two of them stopped.

Wen Ying's hands and feet were so soft that she had already fallen asleep again. Song Jingming didn't bother to take a shower, so he just hugged the person in his arms and fell asleep contentedly.

It's late at night, ten o'clock in the evening.

Chen Fangcai rushed back to Hangzhou from Beicheng.

I wanted to call Song Weiyu, but I was afraid that she would fall asleep, so I sent a WeChat message: "I'm back and will take you back to Beijing tomorrow."

I put down my phone and went to take a shower. After two or three days of busy work, I was really tired... I felt the warm water pouring down my head and felt better.

Chen Fang is strong and tall, and looks very attractive in his shirt.

But after he took off his clothes, he realized how many scars he had on his body. Gunshot wounds, knife wounds, burns, lacerations... deep and shallow, looking a bit scary.

Especially with the right muscles on his body, he looks even more dangerous.

After taking a shower, he changed into a white T-shirt. Wear a home cardigan outside. Without the wet black shirt, he looks younger.

He drank water and picked up his phone to check the flight time for tomorrow.

Song Weiyu actually sent a WeChat message back.

"I'm on the top floor, there's a game."

Chen Fang frowned and looked at the time: half past ten. Based on his experience, the only ones who were still on the top floor at this time were Song Weiyu's best friends.

He probably drank too much.

Chen Fang frowned and pursed his lips very tightly, hesitating whether to go up and lift it off for her now.

In the past, when Fu Haitang was away and Song Weiyu drank, he would try to avoid it. Even when she cried and called him pitifully, he didn't come closer.

I have strong self-control, but sometimes I am afraid that I really cannot control myself.

After all, she is so charming every time she drinks.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the dots of light outside the window, and called the front desk: "Ask the manager on duty to go to the top floor, invite Director Song back to the room, and then send the others away."

After hanging up the phone, he turned off the lights and stood alone in the darkness. He dared not think of anything...

My heart felt increasingly hollow, as if someone had taken away my heart and filled it with wind. He walked to the bedside, took out the cigarette, held it in his mouth intentionally or unintentionally, tilted his head and lit it.

Except when he is very tired and uncomfortable, he usually doesn't smoke.

Song Weiyu didn't like the smell of cigarette smoke and had a headache after smelling it. Tonight, he was thinking that if he was smelly of cigarette smoke, he would not take the initiative to approach her again.

He sucked it in and out, numbly.

After 10 minutes, the manager on duty called back: "Mr. Chen, do you have time to come up? You... better come up. They are really, a little... crazy. I can't control it."

Chen Fang hung up the phone, looked at the cigarette between his fingers, and stubbed it out with his bare hands.

He just wanted to feel some pain on his body, which would be enough to keep him awake.

Without changing clothes, I took out a soft wool cardigan from the closet, put it on the back of my hand and entered the elevator.

But as soon as he got out of the elevator, he heard several women shouting.

"Go on, take off one piece for ten thousand, my sister has plenty of money..."

"What kind of wine is it? It tastes so good... Oops, it turns out it was my brother who fed me the wine."

"Song Weiyu, are you serious? None of these male models... can catch up with him! You can't give him a status, don't take advantage of him, give it to me quickly, I'm already divorced!"

Although there was no Song Weiyu's voice, Chen Fang's face became increasingly ugly.

The manager on duty stood at the door, hesitating: "That's what happened when I came up...you see, what should I do?"

"You go out first and wait until I call you."

This season, it is already very cold late at night. Several women were wearing skirts, tube tops, suspenders, open backs... wandering around the sky garden, holding cash in their hands and throwing it to the four disheveled male models.

When the four male models saw Chen Fang coming in, they stood up a little cautiously. They didn't know whose husband this man was.

But looking at it, it’s very difficult to mess with.

Chen Fang glanced at them and walked to the sofa behind with a cold face. Song Weiyu was lying there half-way, smiling as he watched his girlfriends having a great time.

Every time he took a step towards her, his face became darker.

She was wearing a champagne-colored suspender dress on the sofa. Because she was lying down, half of the suspender had slipped down and hung tremblingly on her arms.

Fortunately, there is still a lot of fabric on the chest, and only a small arc can be seen.

But the neck was pulled, and a very beautiful line was drawn out. The long hair was slightly curled and scattered on it, vaguely revealing the fair skin.

Before he could reach Song Weiyu, a woman came out halfway.

"Chen Fang? Am I being blinded? Is it Chen Fang... Sure enough, it is, Chen Fang, I miss you so much."

As he spoke, the woman threw herself into his arms.