Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

money? Who is short of money?

The local snake shook his head: "Boss Song, we know you are rich...but today we are talking about the rules of Hangzhou! Money cannot buy rules, right?"

That's right, Song Jingming's money is the rule.

"One million, I will take him away."

Mr. You and the local snake looked at each other. Are rich people doing this? Just throw a million away to a woman you don’t know?

In fact, in Song Jingming's heart, he was not only afraid of causing trouble, but also for another reason.

Song Weiyu taught him since he was a child: if you encounter a girl who is in danger when you go out, you must not turn a blind eye. Help if you can...

If he was still hesitant outside the door, now he decided to help after seeing Wen Ying's pitiful appearance.

After all, money is nothing.

If you spend some money to save this kid's life, it will be considered a good deed.

After he finished speaking, Wen Ying looked at him again. This strange man who was willing to spend 100 million to redeem her was sitting on the sofa, leaning on the backrest.

One hand was placed on the sofa, and the other hand was twirling his fingers. This uninhibited movement caused the black shirt on his chest to be stretched up by the strong muscles, causing very beautiful folds.

She didn't understand why this strange man was willing to spend so much money to redeem herself.

But she was more frightened.

While looking at him in a daze, Mr. You put a glass of vodka into Wen Ying's hand: "Girl, don't look at it, our Mr. Song is not an ordinary person, he is a famous monk. You can't sleep with him even if you look at him. Let's try it. This bar is awesome! After drinking it, we’ll be energetic for whatever we do!”

Wen Ying withdrew her eyes, took the half glass of vodka, and hesitated to drink it.

Song Jingming suddenly raised his eyes to look at her. She was holding the wine glass in both hands, as if she was holding poison. Her small face was wrinkled together, and her body was trembling slightly, like a silly rabbit.

His heart stopped for a few breaths, and suddenly he felt something strange.

I have been alone and widowed for 28 years, and this is the first time I have this weird feeling.

Is it because of sex? He shifted his legs and crossed his legs, a lump in his throat.

"Two million, give her to me."

The local snake swallowed his saliva, feeling that these rich people were really lawless.

But you also need to save face when you go out to hang out. After struggling for a while: "No matter how many millions, ask this woman to drink this wine first before we can talk about money. This is the rule."

Wen Ying bit her lip, frowned and took a big sip.

It was too strong... It burned from her throat to her stomach, and her originally pale face instantly turned pink, as if a sketch was colored and suddenly came alive.

Mr. You was stunned.

This woman was really beautiful, more beautiful than anyone he had played with in the past few years, especially the cleanness and clarity that radiated from her bones. He really wanted to see what it would be like for such a woman to be tortured to death in bed.

There was still more than half a glass of wine left, and Wen Ying was panting, her ears ringing from the stimulation.

Just as she was about to continue drinking, the glass was snatched away by a slender and handsome hand. She raised her eyes and saw Song Jingming standing in front of her, raising his head and drinking down the wine in the glass.

From her position, she could just see Song Jingming's strong chin, smooth neck, and raised Adam's apple...

She blushed, probably because of the alcohol, and her heartbeat was beating fast.

"hiss……"

Song Jingming finished the wine in one gulp. The aftertaste was spicy but a little bitter. He frowned and looked at the bottom of the cup.

The light was flickering and I couldn't see clearly. There was some powder at the bottom of the cup that hadn't had time to dissolve in the water... Before I could take a closer look, the wine cup was taken away by Mr. You.

The local snake clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Boss Song is really attracted to this woman? Okay, think of me as selling you... I don't dare to ask for two million from you. Just ask this woman to go out naked. We can't do it. Can't you feast your eyes on it? Hehe..."

Song Jingming put one hand in his suit pocket, pursed his lips into a straight line, perverse and sharp, and looked at the local snake gloomily.

Wen Ying beside him seemed to have turned on the vibration mode, shaking in fear, biting her lips and her face was white and green, and there was a faint smell of shampoo wafting from her body.

Song Jingming lived for 28 years and never had any thoughts about women. In other words, no woman has ever made him think.

But the trembling rabbit in front of him obviously made him a little flustered, and even had some weird reactions.

There must be something wrong with the wine.

He can't be too entangled.

"You Hao, while I'm willing to talk to you nicely, you'd better get out with 200 million. Otherwise, I'll tell you to lie down in the hospital until you retire."

Song Jingming grabbed Wen Ying, who was still shaking, and walked out the door.

The gangster boys came up and surrounded him, pulling out machetes in their hands. Wen Ying subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of Song Jingming's suit.

Song Jingming lowered his head and looked at her slender and thin hands holding his suit. There was fair skin on the black suit. Such a strong visual contrast made him stunned for two seconds.

Then he immediately shifted his gaze and panicked. This felt so wrong that he clenched his fists to support his rationality.

Turning to look at the local snake, his voice was sarcastic: "Have you really had enough?"

The local snake smiled. In this day and age, no one dares to kill anyone.

"Boss Song, I haven't lived enough. But I'll tell you today, I don't need two million, this woman must go out naked for me!"

Song Jingming suddenly sneered and glanced at You Hao: "You Hao, do you have a grudge against him? That's why you let him come to my place to run wild..."

After hearing this, You Hao was a little panicked. Before coming, he didn't dare to tell the local snake that Song Jingming was the second young master of the Fu family.

If he told me, no one would dare to come.

So the local snake didn't understand, and his little eyes showed big doubts: "What do you mean, Boss Song? Are you so loud? Do you really think you are the king of heaven?"

Song Jingming gave him a disdainful look, even a toad dared to jump in front of him. But now he felt uncomfortable all over. The vodka was too strong. His stomach was burning like a fire, and he just wanted to leave quickly.

He hooked Secretary Li and said, "Give him two million or call Mr. Chen. It's up to you."

Secretary Li nodded, took out a pen and was about to write a check.

After all, it's really not worth calling Mr. Chen for such a trivial matter.

Seeing Secretary Li about to start writing, Wen Ying, who had been silent all this time, trembled and hurriedly said: "Don't open it!"

After this night, she really saw the terrible level of obscenity in the 'upper class', and she really didn't dare to have anything to do with this group of people anymore.

If Song Jingming really spent these 200 million on her, he might not be able to pay it back in his lifetime, and it might even cause other entanglements.

Rather than...

"Don't give him money! I'll take it off."

Song Jingming was already a little unsteady on his feet, and the burning sensation in his stomach made his neck pull out veins, making him very uncomfortable.

He frowned and looked at her, his deep eyes overflowing with scrutiny. She would rather take off her clothes than use his 200 million?

Wen Yingzheng looked back at him with a pair of clear and moist eyes. This clean and bright eyes made the blood all over Song Jingming's body surge up.

"Mr. Song, I'll take it off."