Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Staring at the four words until the phone automatically locked the screen, Wen Ying realized and hurriedly unlocked it.

The other party withdraws a message.

Wen Ying bit her lip and read the official words on WeChat, her heart beating too fast. Withdrawing it so quickly, it was as if he had never sent the sentence.

But she saw it.

Wen Ying didn't dare to reply and didn't know how to reply. Reply to what? I miss you as well? This is simply unreasonable. The phone seemed to have become a hot potato, and Wen Ying threw it beside the pillow.

Then Banban was lying on the bed to calm his overly beating heart.

Song Jingming in the hospital didn't feel any better. After withdrawing the message tremblingly, he threw the phone away. Turning off the lights, I gasped in the darkness. I kept scolding myself for being crazy, for crashing into a car and losing my IQ.

After a while, my eyes adapted to the darkness, and with the help of the moonlight, I could see the hazy world outside the window clearly, wondering: Did she see it?

Afraid that she would see it. If she saw it, would he still want his 28-year-old face? But from the moment I threw the phone away, every minute and second thereafter was like the scorching sun burning my heart, and it was extremely painful.

About half an hour later, Song Jingming's cell phone rang while he was lying on the ground. It was the voice of WeChat.

After a moment of excitement, Song Jingming's heart stopped for a moment. He covered his heart with the hand that was not broken and cursed: On this day, everything else was fine, but my heart was kicked and broken!

Although he was worried, he really wanted to know who sent the WeChat message. Song Jingming grimaced in pain, got off the bed, and staggered to hook up his phone.

"Secretary Li, if you dare to send me a WeChat message at this time, you should fucking resign."

Song Jingming picked up the phone, tremblingly returned to the hospital bed, and unlocked it. His heart kept getting darker, and he didn't dare to click on the green sign. Ever since he met Wen Ying, he has changed from worrying about gains and losses, and he is completely different from the fierce and decisive person he was before.

Song Jingming thought that it was impossible for the two of them to be together again anyway. Then he opened WeChat with a dark face.

It was from Wen Ying: "Sorry, Mr. Song, I didn't look at my phone just now. Do you need to bring anything with you? I'll send it to you tomorrow."

Song Jingming looked at the line of words on his phone and his face became even more ugly. He put his phone on the table and didn't reply.

Afraid that she would see it, but also afraid that she would not see it.

On the second day, there was some continuous light rain, which just alleviated the summer heat and brought a long-lost relaxation.

Song Jingming likes rainy days very much, so when he wakes up in the morning, he can hear the pattering outside the window, which makes him feel particularly comfortable and happy. He called the nurse to wash his face, put on a new hospital gown, and tidied him up, as if he was waiting for someone to come.

I spent the whole morning bored, and at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Wan He came, bringing two books and some food.

"Jingming, it's my father's 60th birthday party in two days. It seems you can't go. My father has been talking about you lately."

"Why mention me? I don't know him very well."

"Jing Ming, why don't you..."

Just as he was talking, Wen Ying arrived. With a handful of freshly dripping lotus flowers. Song Jingming looked at her standing at the door holding a handful of lotus flowers and was stunned.

Today she was wearing a pure white cotton skirt that reached her knees and was sleeveless. Her two smooth and white arms were long and slender without a trace of fat. Her hair was tied into a ball at the back of her head, with a few strands of hair falling on her forehead.

I don’t know whether it is dew or raindrops on the lotus in my hand, it is pink and white and delicate. It makes this person a little more charming.

Song Jingming swallowed and quickly looked away. Wen Ying greeted Wan He and went to find a bottle to put lotus flowers in.

Wan He caught Song Jingming's eyes just now, showing a sense of obsession and plunder. She felt extremely unhappy, and then spoke to Song Jingming: "My dad has always regarded you as his son-in-law... Of course he talks about you all the time."

Song Jingming didn't hear what she said, and his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Wen Ying, who was playing with lotus flowers in the living room. She bent down to take the vase, her slender calves straightened, and her skirt was brought up to her knees. Then she sat on the sofa with her legs together and carefully adjusted the position of each lotus. Today's rain was still in her hair, hanging on her temples, as beautiful as an ink painting.

Song Jingming couldn't hold it back anymore, so he took out his mobile phone and secretly filmed the scene.

Wan He originally wanted to use this sentence of son-in-law to suppress Wen Ying, but Song Jingming didn't reply. Wan He thought that he didn't resent what she said, so he became bold.

"Wen Ying, you may not know that Jingming doesn't like flowers. He is not interested in any flowers."

Wen Ying looked at the lotus with a little embarrassment: "There is a mother-in-law selling it from a cart at the entrance of the hospital. I saw that the lotus looked very beautiful in the rain. I thought you would feel better when you saw it. I'm sorry, Mr. Song, if you don't like it, I'll take it gone."

Song Jingming loved it to death.

He said in a muffled voice: "You have already bought it, why throw it away? Aren't you short of money? Are you wasting it like this when you have money?"

Wen Ying became even more embarrassed, put down the vase, and slowly wiped the water dripping from the lotus. "Then let's not throw it away for now...the weather is nice today, let me help you get up and walk around."

Wan He smiled: "Classmate Wen, you really love to joke. It rained a little today, making it suffocating and humid."

Wen Ying looked at the drizzle outside and turned on the fresh air in the room to dehumidify. Walking to the bedside: "I quite like rainy days. How about I help you up and take a look at the rain? The light rain makes the leaves look beautiful."

Song Jingming loved rainy days.

He opened his mouth and said, "Didn't I say yesterday that I didn't want to see you again? Why are you here? Just go and leave me alone."

Wen Ying's hand froze in the air, and then he took it back.

Wan He said: "Wen Ying, Jing Ming is in a bad mood when he is injured and loses his temper easily with outsiders. Don't take it personally. You can go first. I will just accompany him."

Wen Ying suddenly remembered the WeChat message Song Jingming sent last night. No wonder he had to withdraw it. The WeChat message must have been sent by mistake. Maybe it was issued to Wanhe.

Wen Ying was heartbroken. Looking at Song Jingming's cold face, he felt like a clown. Fortunately, I didn't reply with those four words last night, otherwise I would really be the most ridiculous person in the world.

Wen Ying wanted to run, wrap herself up like a watermelon bug, and then roll away.

Turning around, the circles under his eyes turned red again.

A capable and gentle voice came from outside the door: "Who brought the lotus?"

Wen Ying looked up. At the door was a well-maintained young woman with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Her hair was tied into a daily single bun with a white jade hairpin. She was dressed in a slim-fitting expensive cheongsam, with a slim waist, round hips, big breasts and a long neck. So beautiful that I couldn't guess her age, she looked to be in her late thirties.

Wan He waited to see the good show, because Song Jingming really didn't like flowers and plants.

Wen Ying raised her head and replied politely: "Hello, I brought you."

Song Weiyu looked at Wen Ying, smiled, turned around and stretched out his hand to a tall figure outside the ward, and said while picking up the things: "I also bought lotus flowers. You see, I bought them from the mother-in-law at the entrance of the hospital. They are very fresh. . But since you bought it, I’m going to take this one home.”

Song Weiyu took the lotus and put it on the table by the door, and told the tall figure at the door: "Go back to the hotel in a while, remember to take it with you."

Song Weiyu walked into the ward with his waist twisted, and rolled his eyes at Song Jingming on the bed.

Wan He's goal was not achieved, so he immediately showed his familiarity: "Wen Ying, let me introduce to you, this is Jing Ming's mother, you can call her Song Dong."