Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Classmate Wen Ying? What's wrong? I just put the child to sleep. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

Wen Ying bit her lip and smiled, she replied! Wen Ying smiled very satisfied and stared at the phone stupidly for a long time.

Song Jingming opened his eyes, and he clearly felt that the soft little body next to him had become excited. He glanced at her doubtfully, and saw that she was nervously holding her phone, and the anticipation and joy in her eyes almost leaked out. !

Who is that in the hand?

He immediately perked up and pretended to look at her phone casually.

But she was holding the phone tightly, as if she was deliberately guarding him.

Song Jingming's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped caring about Fu Chunhe, who was struggling on the other end of the phone. He gently stood up, holding his breath and sneaking up to Wen Ying's shoulder to see who she was chatting with.

Wen Ying turned sideways again, deliberately avoiding him.

Song Jingming frowned and became angry. Wen Ying's actions hurt him deeply. Was it Lu Cheng? Is it Zhao Kuo? Or someone else? He thought about countless possibilities for a moment.

"Honey, who are you talking to?"

He tried to sound nonchalant.

But Wen Ying immediately turned off the phone screen, then pretended to be calm, brushed her hair, got up and got out of bed to put on her shoes: "No, let's look at Moments. Well... I'm going to the bathroom, take good care of my brother. oh."

With 200 fake moves per minute, Song Jingming took a deep breath. Is he still a top student in the psychology department?

But who is on the other end of the phone? He looked at the location of the bathroom and pondered for a long time with a dark face. He planned to wait for Wen Ying to fall asleep tonight and secretly take a look at his phone.

In the bathroom, Wen Ying sat on the toilet seat. No one disturbed her so she could think about how to talk to Su Jin in peace.

She hesitated for a moment and felt that she should first confirm whether the child was Su Jin's. If this child is Su Jin's, it means she is married.

She is married, so is it necessary to tell her eldest brother?

Seeing how desperate the eldest brother is, he definitely can't accept Su Jin's marriage.

Wen Ying felt troubled, holding the phone and not knowing how to reply. After thinking for a long time, she replied nervously: "Sister Su Jin, I have thought about what you said to me on the train last time for a long time, and I still plan to break up with my boyfriend."

"Why? Don't you love him very much...Don't do something impulsive that you will regret for the rest of your life."

"I really feel inferior. I'm not good enough for him. His family's conditions are too good... I'm afraid that his family will dislike me."

Su Jin across from me didn't reply to WeChat for a long time.

Wen Ying knew that she had touched Su Jin's sore spot, and she felt a little uneasy and guilty. But it has to be like this. Compassion and pain points are the easiest armor for a person to take off.

Wen Ying endured the guilt in her heart and sent a photo of her scars: "Sister, do you think all parents love their children?"

Su Jin quickly responded to the message: "Is this? Did your parents call you? Have you gone to the hospital? Do you want to call the police?"

"Sister, it's useless to call the police. I've already run out. But I don't know where to go. Can I call you? I want to talk to someone..."

Su Jin agreed and quickly answered the phone.

Wen Ying whispered: "Sister, I didn't beat you and your family so late, right?"

"It's okay, the baby is already asleep. Wen Ying, are you okay? Have you gone to the hospital?"

"You're used to it, there's nothing wrong with it. Sister, do all parents love their children? I looked at your circle of friends, you love your child very much, right? She's so cute, what's her name..."

Su Jin's voice was very gentle, as refreshing as what she heard on the train. She smiled and said, "Well...she is cute, but she is very clingy and has a stubborn temper. Well...that's why I call her Juan." roll."

You are called Juan Juan because you have a stubborn temper? Wen Ying couldn't help laughing.

Outside the bathroom door, Song Jingming was lying on the wall listening hard to the sounds inside. He was sure that Wen Ying was on the phone. And this laughter made him unhappy.

He only heard the laughter, but he couldn't hear clearly what was said. He was itching terribly, and he hesitated whether he should just kick in the door, pull off her phone, and ask who was on the other side.

"Sister, how old is Juan Juan? He looks so small..."

"One year and eight months old, the younger you are, the more troublesome you are..."

"Hey, sister, don't work too hard. Get more rest and let Juan Juan's father take care of her more..."

……

On the other side of the phone, Su Jin was silent for a moment, and then replied with a short 'hmm'. But then a man's voice came, "The baby is sleeping, you should rest soon..."

Wen Ying froze suddenly, and the hand holding the phone froze.

man? She is really married and has a child!

She panicked, her voice was a little unsteady, and she hurriedly replied: "Sister, hang up now. I've disturbed you for a long time tonight. Please go to sleep. I'll contact you when you are free tomorrow."

The two hung up the phone.

Wen Ying sat on the toilet, motionless for a long time like a sculpture. I thought of my elder brother who was crying and shouting on the sofa outside, and I didn't know how to solve this problem. Tell the eldest brother that he will run over regardless, intervene in Su Jin's current stable life, and cause trouble to Su Jin.

But if I don’t tell my eldest brother, will I let him spend his life in pain and search?

This is too difficult, otherwise I will feel sorry for Su Jin, or else I will feel sorry for my elder brother.

Wen Ying was in a dilemma and stayed for a long time before sighing. Stand up and walk to the sink.

Look at yourself in the mirror. His face seemed better than before, not so pale, but still very thin. But he is not that sickly. Now that Song Jingming is feeding him good food and drink every day, he is more energetic.

Thinking of Song Jingming, she smiled in the mirror and turned to open the door.

But before she could go out, a tall figure came in sideways, locked the door with his backhand and pressed her behind it.

Familiar with the cool scent of perfume and the smell of alcohol.

"Song Jingming, you...um, um..."

Song Jingming didn't say a word and kissed her hard. This time the kiss was different from the gentle and lingering ones before. He had no skills and was just wanton predatory. Violently invading every part of Wen Ying's breath, not allowing her to refuse or resist.

Until she was breathing fast and almost suffocating, her eyes were blurred with water, and her hands lay softly on her chest.

Only then did he let go, feeling a little satisfied listening to her undulating breathing because of him. Song Jingming pinched her waist and held her in his arms, caressing her earlobes and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you calling?"

"Huh? No...no."

Wen Ying was so confused by the kiss that she didn't react yet. She felt a little dizzy from the long and intense kiss just now, her head went blank, and she lay on his shoulder panting with half-closed eyes.

When Song Jingming heard her subconscious deception, his heart twisted in pain. The voice became deeper and deeper, and the hand pinching her waist secretly exerted force, forcing Wen Ying to get closer, and he gritted his teeth in her ear: "Wen Ying, lie to me? Huh?"