Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He stopped before he finished speaking.

Because she was so indifferent and didn't react at all. At this moment she looked more like a ragdoll than last night, without soul or warmth.

Song Jingming panicked.

He stood up and reached out to touch her face.

Yesterday, she also said that her face looked better and had some color. But today... she was even paler than before. Under the morning sun, she was as fragile as a soap bubble.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and carefully touched her cheek. In fact, he was already prepared that she would hide away, but she didn't, so she just let him touch her.

How can a ragdoll hide from its owner?

Song Jingming suddenly felt that her smooth and flawless cheeks were a little prickly. He lowered his voice as much as possible: "Wen Ying? What's wrong with you? Tell me, or you can hit me or scold me, okay? Don't say a word like this. .”

This kind of warm welcome reminded him of her holding an iron piece in her hand in the utility room, teetering on the edge of collapse. There was no expression or reaction, as if the soul had left the body.

The difference is that today's injury was caused by Song Jingming. The reason was simply an unknown phone call.

Wen Ying still looked at him coldly, she wanted to see through this man so much. She originally thought that the rapid love between the two was a fate destined by God to go both ways, but now looking back and thinking about it carefully, this man was very aggressive after having sex with her for the first time.

Scenes of Song Jingming's past actions came into his mind.

He was like a leopard approaching step by step, and I was like a rabbit being hunted by him.

As long as he sees his rabbit being touched and coveted, he will attack. He was only slightly satisfied when the rabbit walked into the cage he had set up and no one could touch it. But when the rabbit sticks a paw out of the cage and tries to make contact with the outside world, he turns on the rabbit.

Is this Song Jingming's love?

Is the so-called love just a manifestation of his possessiveness reaching its peak?

Wen Ying had no choice but not to think about it: maybe, even if another girl had sex with Song Jingming that day, he would be so domineering and possessive of her.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a chill coming from the bottom of her heart. What this man needs is not warm welcome, but an obedient rabbit, a rabbit that stays in a cage waiting for him to feed him.

At this moment, her scrutinizing and defensive eyes were like thorns shooting all over Song Jingming's body.

"Wen Ying, can you say something to me? It was my fault last night...I drank too much, and I lost my mind. But you know, I'm not like that, I just...I..."

His voice was extremely hoarse, painful and fragile, and she also saw the regret in his eyes and the water in the corners of his eyes.

"Song Jingming, if it wasn't my first time that day, would you still fall in love with me?" She asked simply and directly.

She wanted to know if the cherished thing Song Jingming held in his hands was unclean one day, would he still want it?

Song Jingming was stunned and looked at her blankly.

She still saw panic in his eyes.

And this panic is the answer.

"answer me."

"Wen Ying, why are you asking like this? There will be no ifs! There are no ifs! Why should we think about what ifs? The fact is here, the fact is that now you completely belong to me! Belong to me alone!"

His voice became louder and louder. Wen Ying looked at his panic and asked softly in disappointment, "Is it because you don't dare to think about it? Is it because you know the answer in your heart...right?"

Song Jingming suddenly felt embarrassed and angry at being exposed. He straightened up, took a deep look out the window, suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "The answer? The answer is, Wen Ying, you are already mine, the first time, the second time The first time, the third time, or the countless times, it’s all mine.”

He turned his head again, eyes glaring like a hunter, and his voice was dangerous and bewitching: "Also, the household registration has been completed for you, Chen, Wen, Ying!"

He said the last three words word by word.

Wen Ying quickly grasped the quilt and looked at him with a look of disbelief, her voice unsteady: "I'm not even here, how could you possibly do it?"

"Is it incredible? But this is the fact."

Song Jingming put his hands in his pockets and glanced at the sutures of the chip on her arm. She belonged to him from the inside out, right?

Suddenly he felt relieved, and half of the anger in his heart disappeared. He suddenly smiled with satisfaction: "Honey, stop thinking about it and take good care of yourself. When you are well, we will return to Hangzhou to complete your studies. Waiting for you After graduation, I will find a good school for you in Beijing and arrange a tutor for you. You can continue to take postgraduate entrance examinations and study for a Ph.D. By my side, you can do everything you like..."

The chill in Wen Ying's heart grew stronger and stronger. He had already planned the way forward for her, and she was not allowed to resist at all.

Her household registration was transferred from Qin Xiu's original family to Song Jingming, the man who could dominate everything.

So, was she the one being restrained from beginning to end?

"Why do you decide my life?"

Song Jingming walked to the window, turned around and leaned against the window sill. The sunlight shone on his back, casting a small shadow on the ground. He looked at the shadow and said, "Because I love you, and because I am Song Jingming." ."

Wen Ying looked at him. His handsome and resolute face was faintly radiating violence, but it was unrippled and even very peaceful. In just a few words, he sentenced her.

But Song Weiyu was right, Wen Ying was not weak, on the contrary, she had a certain tenacity.

"Mr. Song's so-called love for me...does he mean to rape me like last night?"

She finally said these two words.

Song Jingming's mind went blank and his hands tightened in his pockets. His chest rose and fell slightly, as if fire would erupt in the next second, but he didn't care about her so-called rape at all, and he didn't want to explain her cruelty last night.

He lost his mind and licked his lips.

"Last night! You said last night... Yes, yes, I haven't asked yet! Who were you sending WeChat messages to and who were you calling last night? And why did you change your mobile phone password!"

Wen Ying didn't expect that at this point, his focus was still on that phone call.

The disease is terminal and there is no cure.

"Song Jingming, you looked at my phone!? You looked at my phone while I was unconscious?"

Wen Ying's whole body trembled, with tears in her eyes, she looked at Song Jingming by the window and asked.

Song Jingming looked resentful and puzzled: "You know my mobile phone password, and you can read it at any time. Then why can't I see yours? Even you are mine, why can't I see your phone! Wen Welcome! Why did you change your mobile phone password?"

"madman…"

Wen Ying murmured that she felt that Song Jingming was on the verge of madness.

There was no need for her to explain. After all, at this point, the question was no longer whether to change the password or not.

The room fell into silence.

When Shao Yi walked in, Wen Ying just said those words: "Song Jingming, let's break up."