Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying felt even more aggrieved after being yelled at inexplicably. She tried hard to hold back her tears and bit her mouth without speaking, as her mouth was about to burst.

Really stubborn.

Song Jingming was a little anxious. He stretched out his hand to gently pull the lip she bit, and coaxed patiently: "Stop crying. I'm not doing this? I'm sorry, okay?"

Song Jingming didn't know why he wanted to apologize, but when he saw the person in his arms crying so hard that the tip of his nose was pink, he felt that it was his fucking fault.

It was the first time for the surrounding employees to see such a soft-spoken Mr. Song, and their eyes exchanged questions: What is going on?

Following Song Jingming's instructions, the police car arrived quickly. The police station director came in and punched his son first. Apologize immediately: "My son is worthless. He drank too much and went crazy here with Mr. Song. You, sir, have a lot, so don't argue with him."

Song Jingming held Wen Ying in his arms and raised his head.

"I don't care. You just follow the public security management regulations. You will be punished as you deserve and you will be detained as you deserve."

"No, Mr. Song, if my son is detained, I won't be able to show off my old face."

Song Jingming smiled disdainfully and was too lazy to repeat it.

Looking down at her arms, the woman was still holding her palms tightly, her face wrinkled together, trying to hold back her tears.

Why don't you yell at her, "How can you be so stubborn? You're a donkey."

Seeing her ankles that were red from being scratched again, I felt inexplicably irritated. He hugged her sideways and walked to the elevator.

Watching the words on the elevator slowly climb up, he felt that it was very slow for the first time. When would he reach the 38th floor!

Wen Ying curled up in his arms, looked at his perfect chin and whispered: "Mr. Song, I'm fine, put me down. I want to go back to school."

She softly called him Mr. Song again.

Last time, Song Jingming thought there was medicine in the wine, so he couldn't help but react. But today he was extremely sober. The woman only called him Mr. Song, and he responded.

It’s fucking incredible.

Song Jingming lowered his head to look at her lower lip with teeth marks, unwilling to let go. Now, I just want to take her to the 38th floor.

When Wen Ying saw that he didn't speak, his eye circles turned red again, and he muttered in a low voice: "I won't go to the 38th floor." His voice was crying, and Song Jingming almost softened his feet when he heard it.

Finally arrived at the door of the room.

Song Jingming swallowed his saliva without saying a word. It was warm in his arms, even a little hot... Wen Ying's head was buried lower and lower, and her whole body was like a little duck, curled up in his arms.

His throat tightened and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you still remember the password to my room?"

Wen Ying pressed her face against his chest and made a muffled voice: "Yes."

"Open the door."

Looking at the solid wood door, Wen Ying remembered what happened between the two of them behind the door that night, and some damp sounds entered his mind.

"Is it okay if we don't open it?"

Song Jingming naturally thought of what happened behind the door, so he felt even more uncomfortable. And he still insists on holding the person in his arms, and his palms are filled with her body temperature and faint fragrance.

It is very difficult to endure. His voice was also low and hoarse: "It seems you don't want to go back to school tonight? Then I'll hold you like this all night..."

Wen Ying raised his head suddenly, and his lips almost touched his chin.

"I want to go back to school."

Song Jingming felt the sudden movement in his arms, almost touching the fly of his trousers, and could only turn his head to the side, with an indescribably obscure look in his eyes.

Wen Ying stretched out her hand and pressed the password: 3883

When the door opened, Song Jingming carried her to the bed and called the manager on duty: "Send Wen Ying's clothes to the 38th floor."

Wen Ying hurriedly stopped him: "Mr. Song, if you don't want it, you will be misunderstood! I can just go to the changing room by myself..."

Misunderstand? Isn’t the misunderstanding a fact? Is she so afraid of having anything to do with herself?

Song Jingming felt uncomfortable. He squatted on the carpet and looked at her legs. The area where she had been scratched was still slightly red.

He remembered that her body was so delicate that he could leave traces one after another with just a little force. Song Jingming's old habit immediately broke out. He felt for no reason that this woman was his.

He took off Wen Ying's shoes and carried her to the bathroom. Wen Ying raised her legs and pushed his chest to refuse: "What are you doing? Let me go. Let go... Wuwu..."

Song Jingming pursed his lips and said nothing, and placed Wen Ying on the seat beside the bathtub. Turn on the shower and rush towards her white calves. Feeling the warm water, Wen Ying calmed down and looked at the man in front of him in a daze.

Because of her struggle just now, a few strands of the man's neat hair were scattered, making him not only good-looking, but also a bit frivolous...

Song Jingming's hand touched her calf.

Wen Ying trembled, and felt relieved as he watched him gently rub the area where the pig's head had just been.

That night was his first time. It's also hers.

How could she not be sad, how could she not care? I don’t know how many times I cried at school. So she also had slightly different feelings towards this man.

Song Jingming cleaned her calves carefully, and until he was satisfied, he put her feet in his arms and gently dried them with a towel.

The fair and thin calf in her arms exudes attraction like a piece of beautiful jade. Song Jingming really felt that he was crazy, and he unconsciously lowered his head and kissed that spot.

There is something wrong with it, as if it is trying to make its own mark.

Wen Ying trembled all over, feeling the touch from his skin. She stared blankly at Song Jingming. Her thin lips were printed on her calf like that...

After a moment, Song Jingming let go of her. He seemed to be satisfied with what he had done. Then he put down Wen Ying and looked at her.

Neither of them spoke, and in the bathroom they could only hear their beating heartbeats.

Looking at her pale and delicate face, Song Jingming spoke first: "Why do you work so hard to make money?"

Wen Ying's first reaction was that she didn't want him to know her embarrassment. She clutched the towel tightly, trying to find an excuse to excuse herself.

Song Jingming looked at her tense neck, feeling a little lost. He hesitated and said, "If you really need money, why not make a deal with me."

Wen Ying thought that Song Jingming was a good man, and the way to make money he introduced to her must be upright. He nodded hurriedly: "Okay! Thank you Mr. Song..."

Mr. Song? She called him Mr. Song again. Song Jingming's eyes couldn't help but darken a little, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and his voice became hoarse.

"There's something wrong with me, I'm very picky. You are the first woman to sleep with me, and I can't accept others now. You come with me, and I'll give you a month..."

"Pa!" A heavy slap fell on Song Jingming's face.

There were tears in Wen Ying's eyes, trembling and at a loss.

Song Jingming felt the hot pain coming from his cheek and clenched his fists. His eyes were a little moist, but he suppressed them and became bloodshot.

He turned around and looked at Wen Ying's humiliated face, feeling increasingly depressed. "Dare to hit me. The first one to sleep with me, the first one to hit me. Well, the first one to dislike me."

Wen Ying looked at the gloom in Song Jingming's eyes and couldn't help but be afraid, and his whole body shook uncontrollably.

Song Jingming thought she was washed away by the water and was a little cold, so he could only hold back his anger for the time being, find a nightgown to wrap her up, and wanted to carry her out.

But as soon as she touched Wen Ying, she trembled even more.

Is she afraid of him? Song Jingming was completely angry.

He picked her up and pushed her against the bathroom door. He restrained her wrists and growled in a low voice: "Are you afraid of me? Wen Ying, are you afraid of me? I've been holding you so fucking carefully from just now to now! You Do you have any conscience to be afraid of me?"

Wen Ying was so aroused by him that he acted more like a wounded white rabbit, stubbornly refusing to speak and biting his lips.

Such a manic Song Jingming reminded her of the bad memories brought by her original family. She couldn't wait to circle herself up and protect herself.

Song Jingming looked at the person in front of him, his lips were bitten red, and his thighs were naked. He felt hotter and hotter, and resisted the urge to kiss him. I went to pull my tie, but couldn't pull it off for a long time. I was a little annoyed and punched the door.

Hearing the sound of him banging on the door, Wen Ying became even more frightened. She pinched her palms tightly with her nails, using the pain to maintain her dignity.

Song Jingming saw her hands and was afraid that if she pinched them again, her nails would really break the flesh.

But he, Song Jingming, can't keep giving in, can he? Why does this woman have the ability to make him feel cheap all the time?

But he felt sorry for her inexplicably, so he could only stare at Wen Ying, and said slowly in a calm voice: "Take off your tie for me."

Wen Ying was stubborn and unwilling, frowning as if he wanted to kill you or cut him into pieces, but I would rather die than surrender.

Song Jingming felt that he was really funny, why he was so defeated when he met such a girl.

Holding back his anger, he tried to make his voice sound less scary: "You, take off your tie, and I'll give you... 2."