Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

After saying that, he opened the wardrobe and put on a gray casual home clothes. He also got a pink home clothes for Wen Ying, which was the same as his own.

Wen Ying didn't understand why he had women's clothes here.

With a heavy heart, I put on my clothes with a straight face. Roll up your sleeves, stand up and go wash up.

It was true that Song Jingming was seven or eight years older than her, and had eaten salt for a few more years, so he had already noticed her facial expressions.

He followed her to the bathroom with a smile, hugged her from behind, put his chin on her shoulder and coaxed:

"I bought the clothes for you. But this is my first time buying women's clothes. I don't know if I bought the right ones."

Wen Ying looked at Song Jingming with messy hair and some stubble in the mirror. He was completely different from the usual meticulous man in suits and ties. She couldn't help but feel a little stupid. She just looked at him with wide eyes.

He laughed out loud and pecked her ear: "Silly boy."

Only then did Wen Ying come back to her senses. She didn't dare to look at him and continued washing.

There was a knock on the door. Song Jingming thought it was the food delivery person and opened the door directly. Song Weiyu stood at the door, squinting and looking inside.

Song Jingming pressed against the door to prevent her from looking, but the sound of washing his face came from the bathroom.

Song Weiyu raised his eyebrows and shouted into the room: "Wen Ying?"

Wen Ying in the bathroom responded subconsciously: "Huh?"

He is indeed a stupid boy. Song Jingming laughed helplessly and looked towards the bathroom with eyes full of adoration.

Pushing Song Weiyu out, Song Weiyu muttered and wanted to say something else, and he closed the door directly.

The two of them were sitting in the living room having breakfast.

Wen Ying swallowed the toast and fried eggs and lowered her head to avoid Song Jingming's gaze.

His magnetic voice came to my ears: "Tell me, what is your difficulty?"

"No...don't want to say"

"I won't do it if I don't say it." Song Jingming took a sip of coffee, and his hair, which he usually took care of meticulously, hung down, looking lazy and leisurely.

Wen Ying frowned and said nothing. After finishing the omelette on the plate, she continued to nibble on the toast. She was a little full, but she couldn't bear to waste food, so she had to swallow it in small bites.

Song Jingming finished eating what was on his plate, reached out to cut off the toast she had not finished, and took a bite. There were Wen Ying's teeth marks on the toast.

He coaxed: "Drink the milk."

Somehow, Wen Ying felt that she listened to him for no reason. Could this be Song Jingming's sense of oppression? In front of him, I don't look like an adult, but like an... obedient child.

Wen Ying couldn't help but think carefully, why did she fall in love with a man seven or eight years older than herself?

Tsk, to be honest, Song Jingming is a bit too big. As he thought about it, his face couldn't help but turn into a strange blush.

Song Jingming squinted his eyes to observe her expression. He always felt that this woman had nothing good in mind. He turned his shrewd eyes and said, "How could you think so?"

Sure enough, Wen Ying didn't react and quickly replied: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant..." After saying this, she realized that she had been tricked.

Staring at him blankly.

Song Jingming laughed out loud, his eyes filled with love. He took her unfinished milk and drank it in one gulp: "Tell me clearly, what were you thinking about just now? What are you sorry for?"

Warm welcome red to the roots of the ears.

say clearly? How to say? She said she thought Song Jingming was too old. Maybe she fell in love with him because she lacked fatherly love?

That she thinks Song Jingming is like her father?

Chun Chun is looking for death.

Wen Ying shook her head hurriedly and changed the subject: "Mr. Song, I'm going back to school and have to work in a coffee shop in the afternoon. This job is very rare and I can't be late."

Song Jingming leaned on the taupe sofa, crossed his legs and said in a deep voice: "When will you explain your difficulties clearly, when will I send you to work."

His tone left no room for doubt.

But Wen Ying has passed the stage where he lost his mind last night. Now, her mouth and self-esteem go hand in hand, and she can't calmly explain her difficulties at all.

But looking at his concerned and nervous eyes, I couldn't bear to disappoint him, so I could only say: "This matter is too long, let me think about it, and I will tell you when I think about it."

"If you don't want to tell me, I'll go check it out myself."

"Don't check, I will tell you. Don't check." Wen Ying was anxious, afraid that he would find out that he was born in that feudal and backward small village. Afraid that he would know that he had been oppressed by his parents for a long time. She was even more afraid that he would think that her parents were letting her become a sugar daddy to earn money to buy a house for her younger brother.

But what she fears most is that her father knows about Song Jingming's existence.

She must not let these three leeches get on Song Jingming.

Wen Ying stood up and wanted to run away.

When Song Jingming grabbed her wrist and pulled it back, she thought Song Jingming was angry. Unexpectedly, he said in an especially soft voice: "Okay, but my patience is limited."

Song Jingming hugged her and stroked her back, suddenly thinking of the deep and shallow scars on her back.

And her strong reaction today made Song Jingming more and more curious about what she had experienced.

After coaxing him for a long time, he let her go. Song Jingming opened the closet, and it was filled with his suits, ranging from black to gray, neatly arranged in two rows, elegant and stiff.

Only among the monotonous gray and black, there are two sets of dresses, made of pure cotton, one is light pink, and the other is pea green.

Song Jingming took out the pink pair and handed it to Wen Ying: "I bought it for you in the whole store. I thought you would like this, so I bought two colors."

Wen Ying didn't recognize the brand logo on the label, but felt that the cotton was soft and fine, and the workmanship was very sophisticated.

"Thank you Mr. Song."

Song Jingming's hair was washed and not yet combed. It was fluffy and soft and hung in front of his eyebrows. He raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Wen Ying, should I be considered your boyfriend?"

Wen Ying stood there holding the clothes, staring at him without saying a word or reacting.

He continued: "No one in this world calls Mr. Boyfriend, right?"

Wen Ying nodded, agreeing with his statement, and said solemnly: "So Mr. Song is not my boyfriend."

This was what she was saying. She admitted that the two had had a relationship and that they liked each other, but she did not admit that Song Jingming was her boyfriend.

In Wen Ying's heart, the matter of boyfriend is as important as marriage, and it can only be considered after two people have settled down.

Song Jingming approached step by step, frowning and looking displeased: "Wen Ying, you slept with me, and now you tell me that I don't count as your boyfriend? Okay, but you put up your pants again and don't recognize anyone? You were not like that last night That said...do you want me to recall what you said last night?"

Wen Ying blushed suddenly. Every time they discussed emotional matters between two people, Song Jingming would become very unreasonable. All the previous upbringing and nobility were forgotten. He spoke like an old man and scolded without saying a word.

She really couldn't confuse the free-spirited man in front of her with the CEO in a suit and tie.

Wen Ying leaned in front of the closet, unable to retreat, so she had to admit defeat first: "Then tell me, I will call you whatever you want me to call you?"

Song Jingming leaned forward and whispered into her ear: "Did you forget what you called me in the car last night?"