Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying was a little confused, with tears still in her eyes, and her brows furrowed again. She looked stupid like... Song Jingming didn't know how to describe this woman, he just lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her again.

Wen Ying said tremblingly: "Mr. Song, do you only want to take off your tie?"

Song Jingming looked away: "I don't dare to say anything else, I'm afraid Miss Wen will beat me to death."

Wen Ying blushed a little when she thought of the slap just now. She really stretched out her hand to untie his tie, but the tie was pulled together by Song Jingming just now and could not be untied at all. She was a little annoyed and could only pull the tie towards herself.

Song Jingming was paused for a moment, and the two of them came closer, their lips only a few centimeters away.

Feeling the scent of him, Wen Ying's legs felt a little weak, and her fingertips seemed to be unable to obey her orders.

Song Jingming felt that his body was a little flushed again, so he could only put his hands into his trousers pockets to try to hide it.

Finally untied, Wen Ying smiled a little and raised her head happily, but her lips touched the corner of Song Jingming's lips. The two people's eyes met. This time, Song Jingming did not hide, but stared closely at the panicked woman in his arms.

But he knew that he had to let her go tonight.

Otherwise I don’t know what I can do.

Song Jingming was reluctant to let her go, but he still forced himself to open the bathroom door, went to the door to get some clothes and handed them to Wen Ying: "Put them on and let's go. Add me on WeChat and transfer 2 to you tonight."

Wen received the clothes, hurriedly closed the bathroom door and hurriedly changed.

After coming out, Song Jingming took his mobile phone and had already prepared the QR code, waiting for the red-eyed rabbit to take the bait.

Wen Ying added Song Jingming's WeChat account and saw a series of missed calls on her phone. She didn't have time to collect the money, so she hurried back: "Senior Zhao Kuo. I'm sorry, I just saw the call... I'm fine, I'm fine, I'll call you right now. Go back to school. Have you left?"

Song Jingming was speechless. This woman was busy calling some lousy senior before she even left the room. She really didn't take him seriously.

Wen Ying hung up the phone and hurriedly said goodbye to Song Jingming.

"Don't leave, I'll ask the driver to take you off."

"No need, Mr. Song, my senior is waiting for me downstairs. I'll go with him."

Song Jingming looked at his watch. It had been an hour since he got off work. Is this male classmate still waiting for her?

Haha, ridiculous.

Is it possible for two people to hold hands and take a bus, and then the bus slowly sways, and you lean your head on his shoulder and fall asleep, and then he holds your hand again...

This is how movies are played.

Song Jingming imagined many scenes in his mind, and even thought about what if the two children did not go back to school and went to some small hotel!

Immediately yelled: "No!"

Wen Ying was startled and stammered: "Mr. Song, what's wrong?"

Song Jingming calmed down and said, "It's not safe for you to go back to school so late. If something happens, I will be responsible and have to ask the driver to take you off!"

Wen Ying could only nod and cautiously exited the 38th floor.

When they arrived on the first floor, the driver hurriedly greeted her, and the concierge at the door hurriedly opened the door for her. Wen Ying was a little at a loss and could only nod her head: "Thank you, thank you."

Song Weiyu watched Wen Ying leave the hotel, with a question mark on his forehead, he called his son directly: "I mean, second brother, are you okay?...You just let my daughter-in-law run away like this? Oh yo..."

Song Jingming pinched his eyebrows and looked down at the hotel parking lot: "Mom, stop talking, I got slapped by her."

Song Weiyu frowned: "Are you forcing someone else? How can you use force on a girl? How do I usually educate you? Let me tell you, let alone slap you, beating you to death is not an exaggeration!"

Watch the commercial vehicle go away. He smiled and said: "Mom, I understand. Next time I hook up with her, she will use force on me. Is this right?"

Song Jingming didn't wait for his mother's reply, hung up the phone and touched his cheek.

Pain.

Wen Ying, Wen Ying, you have caused me both physical and mental harm. Can you explain your irresponsibility?

Night had fallen, and bits of moonlight filtered in outside the window. Song Jingming thought about the strange things that had happened in the past two days and couldn't help but smile. Finally, on his smooth road of life, there were ups and downs that made him heart-wrenching.

This night, I slept extremely peacefully.

The next day, Hangcheng University. Some rumors spread: a working college student was having an affair with a hotel owner.

A college student majoring in psychology has a close relationship with the owner of a five-star hotel.

Li Ruoting looked at the comments on the forum and was a little worried about Wen Ying.

Wen Ying ate as usual, nibbling on a steamed bun and a plate of stir-fried cabbage, and was not affected by the comments on the forum at all.

After all, what they say is true. The two of them did have sex, didn't they?

She is responsible for the wrong things she does. This is something she has understood since she was a child. When she was a child, she had to take responsibility when her brother fell down; she had to be beaten when her brother cried; she had to contribute her pocket money and even tuition to buy things that her brother wanted.

She's used to it.

Li Ruoting sighed and gave Wen Ying a piece of meat from her plate. Wen Ying ate it with a smile.

Wen Ying's cell phone rang. It was her father. She didn't want to answer it, but if she didn't answer it, her father would call the counselor.

"Hey, Dad."

"Daughter, have you eaten?"

"eating."

"Eat less and save more money to buy a house for your brother. Just eat one meal a day to keep him from starving. Are you ready with 10 yuan?"

Wen Ying swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns and said nothing.

Another message came from the other side of the phone: "I'm telling you, if you can't raise 10 in two months, I will go to your school and find you an unfilial son! I've raised you in vain, you lose money, so drop out of school immediately. Tuition is not Money?”

But Wen Ying earned the tuition himself. After hanging up the phone, Wen Ying took a sip of the free seaweed soup and started eating steamed buns again.

She was hesitating whether to transfer the 20,000 yuan that Song Jingming had just given him.

She recalled the words scolding her on the forum. Although they didn't mention her by name, there were only a few people working in the hotel, and everyone would guess it in a few days.

If her parents come to school to make trouble again, she will definitely not be able to stay in this school anymore. She thought of Song Jingming's words last night. She might as well become his lover.

At least it can solve the crisis on her parents' side, but if her parents knew that she was the lover of the big boss Song Jingming, I wonder if they would go to Song Jingming or even threaten him.

The thought that she might bring trouble to Song Jingming made Wen Ying unable to eat.

She picked up her phone and found Secretary Li: "Hello, manager, I'm Wen Ying. I'm sorry, I can't go to your hotel to work tomorrow. We apologize for the inconvenience."

Stay away from Song Jingming so that you won't tell him the bad things around you. What's more, she was really tempted last night. But why should she be tempted? With such a family background, what qualifications do you have to love others?

Wen Ying looked at the phone screen and couldn't help but choke.

Several classmates from the psychology department walked by her. When they passed by her, they deliberately raised their voices: "It seems to be this woman. I heard that she entered the hotel with the big boss. How shameless."

"Look at how she looks, she looks like a vixen. Who are you showing off by pretending to be delicate?"

"Hehe, you say she is thin, her breasts are quite big, was she pinched by the big boss?"

Wen Ying didn't expect that today's college students could say such obscene words, and couldn't help but pinch the steamed bun in his hand. Li Ruoting wanted to go up and argue, but was stopped by Wen Ying: "If you go like this, you are just asking for trouble. Instead, you will confirm other people's ideas. Forget it."

Wen Ying held back the tears in her eyes, looked at the steamed buns that were crushed in her palms, and was reluctant to throw them away. She dipped the steamed buns into the vegetable soup and ate it. After finishing the seaweed soup, I felt full.

Regardless of the rumors, she wanted to save 10 as soon as possible to escape from her parents who were constantly sucking blood and the feudal and superstitious village. She remembered that when she first got the college notice, no one in the village was happy for her. Everyone They all pointed at her behind her back, saying that she was a prodigal and that it was embarrassing for a girl to go to college.

These words are like being carved into Wen Ying's heart with a carving knife. They cannot be erased or healed.

At the Zhonghe Hotel, Secretary Li was also looking at her phone and worrying about why Wen Ying couldn't come.

He hesitantly walked to Song Jingming's office and knocked on the door: "Mr. Song, Wen Ying quits."