Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

At that time, the mood of autumn was declining.

Shao Yi is also 30 years old, mature, steady, considerate and gentle, and has a gentlemanly demeanor in every gesture.

He first saw Song Jingming's gloomy and violent expression, and then turned to look at the hospital bed.

At that time, he did not expect that this sight would take him half his life to forget.

On the hospital bed was the child bride who was described as a stupid rabbit by Lin Zhisong and a minor who was described as a stupid cat by Li Liangyu.

She was crying and biting her dry lips stubbornly. Her face was pale, but her eyes were extremely firm and focused. Her delicate facial features were reasonably distributed on a palm-sized face, and a few strands of soft hair were tucked behind her ears. …

Under the early morning light, you can even see the cyan veins and some ambiguous marks under the skin of her neck.

The moment she turned to look at herself, the tears in her eyes fell due to gravity.

The moment the clear mark crossed his cheek, Shao Yi knew what it meant to feel his heart beat.

No one will admit that all the pounding in the heart is motivated by sex.

But today, she was in the hospital bed with just the right vulnerability, just the right tears, and just the right scars, all of which hit Shao Yi's heart hard.

Just right, except for the timing.

"These are the siblings, right?"

Shao Yi, who had always been steady, quickly concealed the confusion in his eyes, but did not dare to look at the person on the bed again.

He was wearing a well-fitting haute couture suit, with a slight smile on his lips. He walked to the bedside with his straight and slender legs, and passed Wen Ying's face quickly and casually.

Love at first sight, goodbye again, very cliche.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time."

His voice was low and magnetic. It was supposed to be a teasing tone, but it was mixed with emotion that was not easy to detect.

Wen Ying wiped her tears and looked up at him.

He is about the same height as Song Jingming, tall and strong; his hair is not that long and more capable; his suit also fits perfectly, and everything fits properly from the inside out.

Song Jingming was leaning against the window with his arms crossed. When he saw Shao Yi coming, he put down his hand: "Brother Shao, are you back from a business trip?"

"Well, I came back yesterday evening. Why did I make my sister-in-law angry and cry? You need to change your temper..."

Shao Yi still smiled slightly, turned around and leaned against the window with Song Jingming, putting one hand in his trousers pocket.

Then he looked at Wen Ying seriously, and the two looked at each other.

"Hello, my name is Shao Yi. I have known Jing Ming since childhood. We are friends with Shao Fu from an aristocratic family. You have to call me brother..."

Although they were arguing, Wen Ying still remained polite, nodded and said obediently: "Brother... just call me Wen Ying."

"Okay, is your surname Wen?"

Before she could answer, Song Jingming said stiffly: "Her surname is Chen."

Wen Ying didn't retort, she just closed her chin slightly and lowered her eyelids. Her eyelashes blocked the look in her eyes. This stubborn look of being wronged but unwilling to say anything made the two men across from her swallow their throats at the same time.

Shao Yi opened his eyes and licked his lips quietly.

"Chen Wenying, your name is really nice. I heard that you are a sophomore in college? How could you fall in love with him at such a young age?"

Shao Yi was not being polite, he really wanted to know. Song Jingming was 28 years old and he was 30 years old. It seemed that the gap was not very big.

It's not that I want to do anything to poach people, but I have a strange energy in my heart, which is pinching my 30-year-old heart that is about to wither.

"No, we just broke up."

The man on the bed bit his lower lip, pursed his lips, and raised a small circle of flesh on his cheeks. He didn't dare to look at Song Jingming, but he was still stubborn enough to emphasize it again.

The two men were silent.

Shao Yi's heart beat a little faster, but his expression remained calm, and there wasn't even a ripple in his eyes.

"Brother Shao, don't listen to her nonsense. She's having a childish temper..."

Song Jingming raised his eyes and looked at her, his words filled with helpless doting. No matter how noisy or fussy they were, he still felt that Wen Ying would never really break up with him.

Besides, the anger in the morning had passed, and now he felt that he was indeed a bit fierce. He planned to wait for Shao Yi to leave, coax his Wen Ying, and ask what was going on.

The air pressure in the ward was a little low, causing the cell phone to ring suddenly. Wen Ying picked up the phone and saw it was Su Jin's phone.

Her dim eyes suddenly brightened up, and she seemed to have forgotten the pain in her back. She simply jumped out of bed, put on her slippers and ran to the bathroom.

Song Jingming's mood that had just calmed down suddenly reached a new level: "Wen Ying! Who gave you the phone number! Give it to me, give me the phone!"

As he said that, he rushed towards Wen Ying and blocked the way.

"Give me the phone."

Wen Ying hid the phone behind her back: "Dream, go away!"

Song Jingming pursed his lips and tightened his chin. He held her in one hand and grabbed the phone with the other. Wen Ying could only hold the phone to her chest and bend down to protect it.

The hospital gown had a buttoned peak collar on the chest. The moment Wen Ying leaned over to protect her cell phone, her chest was squeezed, revealing a round and white ravine and arc.

Shao Yi's breathing stopped at that moment.

It seems that the land that has been dry for a long time and has been cracked, on an ordinary autumn day with light clouds and light wind, tremblingly sends out a seedling called throbbing.

At this moment, his reputation as the heir to the Shaw family and the president of the Shaw family disappeared. Those dignified gentleman, strategist, and decisive victory that he was proud of seemed to have turned into nothing.

Only a thinly dressed male body was left, looking at the barren land of his own with surprise and surprise, showing signs of life.

"It hurts, you hurt me. Song Jingming!"

The stinging pain on Wen Ying's back made her break out in a cold sweat, and her already weak face was covered with a layer of white mist.

Song Jingming froze, but he still held her behind his back, and his hands still held her wrists.

Shao Yi hurriedly stepped forward and pinched Song Jingming's fingers one by one, forcing him to let go of Wen Ying's wrist.

Shao Yi saw the red marks on her snow-white skin caused by Song Jingming's clamp.

He lowered his voice and growled: "Song Jingming made you crazy, it's just a phone call! Didn't you see that it hurt her?"

Pulling Song Jingming away, he turned around and said softly to Wen Ying: "Go and answer the phone. I'll talk to him."

"Thank you, Brother Shao."

Wen Ying's face was filled with disappointment, and she turned and entered the bathroom without looking at Song Jingming again.

Shao Yi looked directly at Song Jingming, frowning and swallowing the anger in his throat.

"Song Jingming, I know you have been very controlling since you were a child, but you don't need to control even a phone call! Does it mean that she doesn't even have this right when she follows you? You..."

Shao Yi couldn't figure it out. In this circle, Song Jingming was considered to be an outstanding second-generation person. He had brains, knowledge, and vision. He didn't care about anything, didn't gamble or do drugs, and had no bad deeds.

In the past, Song Jingming could not frown in so many scenes and business matters, but now he was forcing an injured little girl.

Just because of a fucking phone call.

Neuropathy.

"Brother Shao, you don't understand. I'm going to ask who is on the other end of the phone! She has been making phone calls behind my back since last night! I am her fucking man, so there is no need to answer any calls behind my back..."