Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Jingming's arm was injured and he couldn't drive her. Secretary Li was waiting for her downstairs in Song Jingming's Maybach.

But when leaving the hotel, you have to go through the hotel lobby. There are some familiar faces at the front desk, so Wen Ying doesn't want him to accompany him out.

"Wen Ying, do you dislike me again?"

Song Jingming's face didn't look good.

Wen Ying hurriedly shook his head: "No, if you send me out, all the employees in the lobby will look at us, which is a bit embarrassing."

"I wish they could see it." After saying that, he held Wen Ying's hand tightly and walked out the door.

At that time, summer was in full swing. The hot sunlight outside the hotel reflected on the marble floor, creating waves of light. Wen Ying was held by Song Jingming's hand and walked slowly in the center of the hotel's gorgeous hall.

Looking at Song Jingming's tall back, Wen Ying unconsciously followed closely.

This was an indescribable sense of security. She suddenly felt that this tall and strong back could be relied on.

Maybe, you won’t have to make watermelon bugs again in the future.

The last time Wen Ying received so much attention was on the day she received the admission notice. The seventh and eighth aunts from the village stared at her and left curses behind her, calling her shameless and a prodigal.

After all, all the peers in the village went to work to make money for their families after graduating from high school or junior high school.

Now, the entire staff in the lobby on the first floor were watching the two people.

Song Jingming was in front, with a tall and straight posture and steady steps, blocking her from others' scrutinizing eyes. Wen Ying felt at ease as she had never felt before, and finally stopped ducking like before. With the preference he gave me, I relaxed and walked amidst the discussion with my head held high.

She got into the car and the two parted.

Before he could go far, Song Jingming's WeChat message came after him: "Tell me at school."

"What time will you go to work in the afternoon?"

"How long do you want to work? If I'm not busy, I'll pick you up."

Looking at the messages that kept popping up on her phone, Wen Ying felt like she was filled with soda water, with sweet bubbles popping up in her heart.

Reply: "On weekends, it is from 2 pm to 8 pm, and from Monday to Friday, it is from 6 pm to 8 pm."

"It's too hard, just quit."

Wen Ying frowned and smiled.

Secretary Li looked in the rearview mirror and saw that Wen Ying finally did not look like the miserable face of an oppressed people before.

'Classmate Wen, our boss is actually very nice. Although sometimes they are a bit stubborn, you can also understand that princelings like them, who grew up being held in the palm of their hands by their families, have some minor problems...'

"Thank you, Manager Li, for always comforting and helping me during this time."

Secretary Li smiled: "You're welcome, I also have a daughter at home, who is timid like you and doesn't like to talk. Besides, maybe you will be my boss lady in the future. By the way, Wen Ying, do you have a younger brother at home? ah?"

Wen Ying's face was a little stiff, and she pursed her lips and answered truthfully: "Yes, I have a younger brother."

Secretary Li has been checking up on Wen Ying recently. He looked at family members in the school archives and found that Wen Ying's father and brother were not named Wen, so he was a little confused.

Secretary Li didn't want to beat around the bush with this naive girl and said directly: "Classmate Wen, I have a question, why is your father's surname Wang and your surname Wen?"

Wen Ying was stunned. She didn't expect Secretary Li to know about this.

This is nothing to admit. In her eyes, there is no shame in the matter of surname. On the contrary, she is very glad that she does not have the last name of that beast father.

"My parents disliked the fact that I was a girl and thought that if I took my father's surname, it would affect their luck in having a son. So, I took my grandma's surname."

Wen Ying's voice was as calm as the water flowing under the glacier, without any emotional ups and downs.

Secretary Li paused for a moment. He knew Wen Ying's home address, which was a small village he had never heard of. He also expected poverty and backwardness there, but he didn't expect it to be so patriarchal.

Secretary Li has an only daughter who she has cared for since she was a child.

He couldn't help but bring his daughter in, and gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that you earned your college tuition and living expenses yourself? And, you also frugally save money to send money to your family?"

Wen Ying nodded and gave a comforting smile to the angry Secretary Li in the rearview mirror.

Looking at the girl's pale and strong smile, Secretary Li finally understood why Song Jingming was so paranoid that he protected her to the extreme.

A bud breaks out of the barren land, without rain, dew or sunshine. It only relies on the tenacious strength of its own heart to bloom a weak but tough little flower.

For Song Jingming, this is the flower of life he only encountered after 28 years of searching through thousands of mountains and rivers.

He wished he could keep Wen Ying in his heart and nourish it with blood.

Arriving at school soon, Wen Ying thanked Secretary Li and walked to the dormitory.

He took out his mobile phone to send a message to Song Jingming. Before the sweetness in his heart could dissipate, Wan He's voice came: "Wen Ying, you didn't sleep with Song Jingming last night, right?"

Wen Ying stopped and looked up to see Wan He and a group of friends in front, staring at her with a sarcastic expression.

"Wen Ying, do you know how much this skirt you are wearing is worth? This skirt is more than your tuition for a year... Fortunately, you have climbed into the bed of the second young master of the Fu family, and your spending power has suddenly increased!"

Wan He finally stopped pretending to be gentle and generous and completely lost his temper.

The classmates around me were already whispering and pointing.

Wen Ying looked at Wan He calmly. She was timid, but not a fool. On the contrary, she was very smart, otherwise she would not have received the scholarship every year.

She knew that from the moment she was willing to try to love Song Jingming, she was already in a whirlpool, and she wanted to be alone again.

Wan He's provocation today is just a small beginning. There will definitely be more things waiting for her to challenge in the future. She couldn't spend her whole life being a watermelon bug, curling up when in danger.

Wan He looked at Wen Ying's flawless model face and felt crazy with jealousy. This expensive dress fit her just right, making her look like the coldest flower in summer, alluring and alluring.

"Wen Ying, how does it feel to be a sugar daddy? How does it feel to be slept with by the second son of the Fu family? Isn't he already keeping you? You are really poor and cheap..."

Discussions rang out around him.

Wen Ying suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Wan He, Song Jingming's room is on the 38th floor. If you are so curious, you can try sleeping there. Oh, yes, you don't know the password to his room, and you don't have the fingerprint permission to go to the 38th floor. Please, please, I’ll tell you.”

Wan He was stunned, the sarcastic smile still twitching on his lips.

She didn't expect that soft persimmon would harden today, so hard that she couldn't get off the stage.

He was so angry that he directly cursed: "Wen Ying, who do you think you are? You bitch, you only climbed into Song Jingming's bed with the two ounces of meat on your body. Why are you so arrogant? When Song Jingming has had enough of you, you Just a pair of broken shoes..."

Wen Ying frowned, saying this was too rough. Even if I lent her ten mouths, she wouldn't be able to say such rough words...

The phone rang. It was Song Jingming. Maybe he hadn't replied to his WeChat message, so he was anxious.

Wen Ying smiled and said to Wan He, "You wait a moment before scolding me. I'll answer the phone."

After saying that, he answered the phone and pressed speakerphone and maximum volume.

Song Jingming's coquettish voice came: "Why don't you reply to WeChat? You haven't replied to WeChat for five minutes... What are you doing? Have you arrived at the dormitory?"