Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It was the first time Wan He heard Song Jingming's gentle voice, and he was stunned. His mouth seemed to be dislocated and he couldn't close it.

The onlookers also stopped muttering and listened to the gossip with their ears open.

Wen Ying looked at Wan He, smiled, raised her phone, and said softly to the person on the other end: "I met Wan He on the side of the school road, and she was scolding me. When she finishes scolding, I will reply to you on WeChat …Okay?"

……

There was ten seconds of silence from the phone, and then Song Jingming's gritted teeth voice came: "Turn on the speakerphone."

Wen Ying said obediently: "It's already opened..."

Song Jingming's violent and vicious voice came out in an instant: "Wan He, have you had enough? Dare you scold me, Song Jingming? If there is no place for you to open your mouth, I will find someone to sew it up for you. I'm warning you. Wan He, if you are sick, don't let Wen Ying know it in front of our house. You can go to a veterinarian to treat it, do you understand?"

The onlookers laughed lowly, already sneered and laughed.

Wen Ying frowned and listened, interrupting Song Jingming's long curse: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about it for now. I will contact you when I go back to the dormitory." '

Without waiting for a response from the other end of the phone, he hung up the phone.

Then he looked straight at Wan He with an expressionless face: "Classmate Wan He, if you like Song Jingming, then pursue him openly. But please don't speak rudely in front of me. What you insult with these words is not me, but yourself. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, he ignored Wan He's twitching and embarrassed expression and walked over.

The classmates who were originally waiting to watch the excitement looked at Wan He in confusion. This was the sister of the school director. Now they didn't dare to laugh even if they wanted to, so they could only leave quietly.

The anger in Wan He's heart grew stronger and stronger. He took out his mobile phone and called an out-of-town mobile number:

"Wang Jianfu! You are so lucky. My daughter got married to a rich man and can now afford a dress worth 10,000 yuan. She must have given you a lot of money, right? It seems that she will soon be able to give your son a gift in the market. I bought a big house here!”

Wanhe is full of yin and yang.

An incredulous curse soon came from the other end of the phone: "This loser didn't remit a penny to me, and she bought herself sky-high-priced clothes? Damn it, I'm going to find her right now!"

Wan He sneered: "Wang Jianfu, what's the use of looking for her through the phone? Can she listen to you? Why don't you come to school to find her..."

After hanging up the phone, Wan He looked sinister and thought to himself: Wen Ying, with your poor life, are you worthy of fighting with me? Let's see how your father can bring you back to your original shape.

Wen Ying returned to the dormitory and called Song Jingming back: "Mr. Song, thank you. I just used you to scold Wan He."

Song Jingming smiled while reading the contract: "How about it? You're a pretty good man, you're good at literature and martial arts. You've really made a profit."

Wen Ying laughed out loud: "Mr. Song is indeed talented. I will ask you to be my replacement next time..."

The two chatted for half an hour, and Wen Ying missed her father's call.

Here, Secretary Li also returned to the hotel, met Song Weiyu and Chen Fang in the elevator, and reported: "Director Song, you already know the general situation of Classmate Wen, what else do you need me to check?"

"Send me Wen Ying's home address and members' information, and don't make it public."

"Yes, Director Song."

Secretary Li got off the elevator, Song Weiyu raised his fingers, and Chen Fang leaned close to her lips to listen to her words: "Chen Fang, have you been investigating this child recently?"

Chen Fang didn't say anything, just acquiesced.

Song Weiyu continued to ask: "In addition to what Secretary Li found out about her parents' preference for sons over daughters, who exploited and oppressed her and forced her to buy a house for her younger brother. What else did you find out?"

Chen Fang's face was ugly, his angular profile was slightly stiff, and his eyes were deep and he said in a deep voice: "Her parents have abused her all year round."

"What? Abuse? Do you mean to beat her?" Song Weiyu was a little surprised and trembling.

Chen Fang's slender and strong hands wrapped around her waist and gently comforted her.

"I sent someone to the address listed in Wen Ying's family information. It is a very backward village. I asked the village secretary that Wen Ying was born in the twelfth lunar month. He was abandoned by his parents when he was born and almost froze to death. It was her grandmother. I picked her up and fed her until she was five years old."

Song Weiyu hugged his arms, his chest rising and falling because of his anger.

Chen Fang moved his hand to her arm and secretly exerted force to ease her mood.

Then he said: "Before she was five years old, her parents ignored her for a day. Wen Ying's surname was always after her grandmother's surname. After she was five years old, Wen Ying's younger brother was born, and Wen Ying was taken back to her parents' home."

Song Weiyu was puzzled: "With a son, her parents are actually willing to raise her?"

Chen Fang shook his head and his voice became darker: "I took her back to serve her younger brother. The other children were still sleeping. She got up before dawn to work, fetching and boiling water. If she was not satisfied, her parents would beat her. She was kicked and almost beaten to death several times. Originally, her parents did not allow her to go to school, but the country issued a policy that year and the village cadres had quota tasks, so Wen Ying reluctantly went to school."

Song Weiyu was extremely angry. She had always wanted a daughter, but she gave birth to three sons.

If other people have daughters, don’t cherish them properly...

Song Weiyu clenched his fists and asked: "Then what are your plans? Don't get involved, just let the second brother handle this matter."

Chen Fang said nothing. From the first moment he saw this timid girl, he felt pity for her. What's more, this is the girl Song Jingming likes, so he can't ignore her.

Song Weiyu reached out and pinched his strong waist hard, causing him to groan in pain.

"Okay, I won't interfere unless it's absolutely necessary. Let go and let the employees see it." Chen Fang hissed, but the hands on his waist became harder and harder.

A cunning light flashed in Song Weiyu's eyes. Not only did he not let go, he even scratched his flesh with his nails.

Seeing that an employee was walking this way, Chen Fang pulled the employee into his arms and hid by the back stairs of the emergency passage next to him.

The lights on the back stair automatically turned on and off, plunging the two of them into darkness.

Chen Fang held her waist with one hand and stopped her from pinching her with the other, and his heartbeat gradually increased.

Song Weiyu leaned close to his neck and whispered: "Your heartbeat is so fast..."

His voice was very low and hoarse, and he said patiently: "Be honest and don't move."

Song Weiyu clung to his arms, using the faint light to see the shining black earrings in his ears. He suddenly couldn't control his impulse, and his eyes fell on his tight thin lips.

I don't know where the courage came from, but I stood up and kissed Chen Fang's lips gently.

Chen Fang frowned and trembled all over, freezing in place. She had never kissed him while sober except when she was very drunk.

In the darkness, Song Weiyu slowly bit his lips. Separated by a wall, employees outside were talking and waiting for the elevator.

If someone pushed the door in now, they would find the company's chairman and her bodyguard kissing each other.

Horrifying and earth-shattering.

Chen Fang's Adam's apple rolled, and his sober brain was gradually eaten away. He simply couldn't remain indifferent. After all, the woman who was gnawing at his sanity in his arms was the woman he had loved for 30 years.

He opened his eyes, tried to steady his vision, and stared hard at the faint light coming from the crack in the door, so as not to respond to her recklessly.

The laughter of the employees outside the door dispersed. Song Weiyu let go of his lips, looked at his seemingly gloomy and cold eyes with undercurrents, and smiled: "Chen Fang, you are really tolerant..."

After that, she pinched a certain erect position under him and whispered: "Unfortunately, it is more honest than you."

Chen Fang clasped her hand and tried to calm his rushing blood. He lowered his head on Song Weiyu's smooth neck and replied in a hoarse voice: "Wait a while before leaving. I'll take my time."

The two of them stayed in the darkness for a while, then returned to their usual serious smiles and walked towards the Rolls-Royce at the door.