Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Jingming looked at Wen Ying and held her in his arms.

He kissed his forehead and said softly: "Song Weiyu was already pregnant with me when she was kidnapped. This is why my surname is Song, not Fu."

Perhaps in this life, Song Weiyu will never be able to let go of the fact that Mrs. Fu abandoned her.

Therefore, the wrong things done by Fu Haitang's mother will now be borne by her son for half his life.

The result of today is the cause of yesterday. Mistakes will not disappear out of thin air, and efforts will not go without reward.

Wen Ying hugged him tightly... but didn't know what to say to comfort him. Perhaps at this moment, the two people cuddling each other was the greatest comfort.

Now, Wen Ying, who has experienced many lives and deaths, thinks that she has no parents and Chen Fang has no children. This may be God's kindness to Chen Fang, and it is also compensation for himself.

……

The sunlight outside the window gradually softened, and it was almost evening.

Wen Ying was lying on the hospital bed and suddenly thought that today Song Jingming seemed to be asking his eldest brother, sister-in-law or something...

She was a little curious. This big family is really full of mystery and mystery.

gossip.

She couldn't help but ask: "Song Jingming, did you tell eldest brother today if you found eldest sister-in-law? What's going on?"

Song Jingming was sitting on the sofa, using a laptop to handle business in South China.

Without looking up, the keyboard clicked: "My eldest brother fell in love as a puppy. He fell in love with a girl when he was in school. The family didn't say anything at first. Puppy love... everyone has experienced it."

Wen Ying frowned, stood up and walked to the window to look at the park behind.

The voice was dissatisfied: "Then you also fall in love early?"

He has clearly said before that he has never been in love...

The smell of vinegar seeped in.

Song Jingming smiled, glanced at her by the window, and then lowered his head to deal with the matter: "There are people who have a crush on me one after another...but the only one who captures me is classmate Wen."

"Humph……"

Wen Ying snorted coldly, feeling uncomfortable. Song Jingming was so outstanding that he was always the best among the crowd no matter where he went. Being the best meant attracting bees and butterflies.

She glanced at him secretly. He was wearing home clothes, sitting on the sofa, looking at the computer intently, occasionally frowning, but he was still handsome.

She looked away and couldn't help but think, she would rather he didn't look so good-looking...

Song Jingming's deep smile came to my ears at the right time: "Wen Ying, what are you humming? My first love, first kiss, and first night were all yours. I really wonder if you saved the earth in your last life... Your life is so good!"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh a few times.

Wen Ying rolled his eyes and scolded Laoyuan angrily: "You...what are you juniors at? Who cares about that? Lao..."

Song Jingming heard her last two words and put down the computer with his lips pursed: "Wen Ying, come here! What did you just say? What's old! Did you mean an old man?"

Wen couldn't welcome her, so he stood up and walked towards her.

After taking a few steps back, he was still in his arms.

The two of them were close to each other, and Wen Ying looked outside the door, fearing that someone would come in and see something.

The man's displeased voice: "Don't you know, Mr. Wen, that men become mellower as they get older? Besides, your man is less than 30 this year, so why do you think you are too old! Huh? Didn't I satisfy you last night? "

Wen Yingsha blushed after hearing these dirty words.

He rushed to push him and hit him: "No, no, what are you talking about... stop talking!"

Song Jingming stuck closer to her, holding her in his arms to prevent her from running away: "No, please explain it clearly to me, so that you don't have to dislike me for being old or for being old every day. Come and tell me, where am I old? Well! Or am I weak? ?Or your man didn’t take good care of you...Huh? Speak!"

"Stop talking! Stop talking..."

Wen Ying couldn't run away, her ears were getting hotter and hotter as she listened to his more and more outrageous words.

He pressed her against the window, pressed against her tightly, controlled her flailing wrists, and continued to ask: "Wen Ying, do you know how difficult it is to take care of you? You're afraid of pain and itching... That's what he said every time. The most I can say is: I don’t want Song Jingming anymore! You..."

She covered her ears and buried her head in Song Jingming's arms, shaking her head and saying, "It's not me, it's not me, stop talking, stop talking! Please stop talking..."

The smile on Song Jingming's lips was as big as it could be, and he hugged her and laughed quietly.

"Okay, I won't tell you. Then tell me, how is your man?"

Wen Ying buried his head deeper, like a quail... and said nothing.

Song Jingming let go of one hand and went to rest her ears, which were red with embarrassment and a little exposed in the sun...

He asked again: "Speak, didn't you say it very well last night? Say it again..."

"That's because you forced me to..." Wen Ying's voice buried in his chest came out, muffled and hoarse.

Song Jingming swallowed her saliva and couldn't help but put his hand into her loose hospital gown and lifted up the sling.

Wen Ying grabbed his hand to prevent him from squeezing it, and begged: "I say, I say, you are amazing! You are the most amazing in the world..."

"late."

Song Jingming's voice had become hoarse. He uttered two low words and untied Wen Ying's hospital gown.

The ambiguous pale yellow dusk swept in outside the window, shining on her body with sparkling light. Her hands were being held behind her back by him.

She couldn't break free, and the more she struggled, the more her chest shook.

He simply bit his lip and turned his gaze to the side, lowering his eyes and not daring to look.

Song Jingming had already lifted her suspender belt to her collarbone, looking greedily at the scene in front of her.

The traces left by last night were still there, even clearer. He just stared at her, his eyes occupying her skin little by little. He didn't do anything, but it made Wen Ying even more impatient.

"Let go of me, stop looking..."

The exposure of skin made her shudder and made her ashamed. She tilted her head and could even see the birds gliding outside the window.

Song Jingming felt that he was almost drowned in saliva. He kept swallowing the saliva in his mouth, but never covered it. He just watched her skin tightening little by little, and then raised to a new height.

"When do you want to see...Song Jingming, are you crazy?" Her voice was urgent and crying.

Song Jingming finally came to his senses and reached out to look at his watch. At 5:, the nurse will come to deliver meals. The whole family is coming to the hospital for dinner tonight.

Too late to do it.

He could only loosen his grip on her, kiss her lips, and crush her against the bed.

Wen Ying was afraid that the nurse would suddenly come in, so she could only coax him to let go: "I'll give it to you tonight, let go first... Please, the nurse is coming. I will listen to you tonight. Don't twist it... Well, you bastard. Well... I Getting angry!"

The tip of Song Jingming's tongue was bitten by her, and he let go of her with a wicked smile.

Seeing her hurriedly pulling off the sling, and then fastening the buttons tremblingly, he asked in a deep voice in her ear: "What you said, listen to me tonight. Don't cry anymore..."

"Asshole! Dream!"

Wen Ying kicked him hard, ran into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and washed her face.

The vague pain in her chest had not disappeared, so she rubbed it herself to relieve it.

Song Jingming stood outside the door, leaning against the door and smiling: "That's mine, don't touch it!"