Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Before he finished speaking, Song Jingming had already stuffed the book into the cloth bag with white edges.

Wen Ying looked at the man's profile, her eyes fixed on his eyelashes illuminated by the sun. She was a little dazed. She wanted to say something, but it was stuck in her throat.

As if his soul had been seduced, he was pulled up by Song Jingming and walked out holding hands.

There was a lot of discussion behind him.

"Could this be...the CEO? This confirms that Wen Ying is really being taken care of!!"

"However, it's not a disadvantage to be taken care of by such a handsome CEO."

"You have bad views! No matter how handsome you are, you can't be a mistress. I think this CEO must be married..."

"Go to the post and leave a message. I just took a photo!"

Gossip was left behind. Wen Ying lowered his head and couldn't keep up with Song Jingming's footsteps. He was forced to run at a trot, but his wrist was held tightly by Song Jingming and he couldn't escape.

Among the simple students, he really stood out. Like a proud god, looking down at everything around him.

Wen Ying couldn't stand the probing looks of the people around her, endured the pain and struggled away, heading towards the less crowded lakeside park. Song Jingming hurriedly caught up and saw Wen Ying's wrist was red, and his heart tightened.

"I'm sorry, the force was a bit strong just now, does it hurt?"

Wen Ying shook his head, how could he be so fragile.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come..."

Song Jingming was silent for a moment, put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at Wen Ying's red eyes, his eyes flickered: "I don't know, I just want to come."

After hearing this, Wen Ying was a little at a loss, feeling sweet and uneasy in her heart. The two of them didn't speak, just stood facing each other.

Song Jingming took out his mobile phone and didn't know who he called: "Check who posted it and find the initiator."

He hung up the phone and touched Wen Ying's little head: "Okay, I will solve this matter. Don't worry, I'm here."

Wen Ying grabbed her schoolbag tightly, clenched her little hands into fists, and thought for a long time before speaking: "Don't check it, it will be bad if it gets too big, just delete it."

Her experiences growing up taught her that she could endure the calm for a while. She would only get beaten if she made trouble, because she was never the favored one.

Seeing her aggrieved look, Song Jingming felt a flash of pain in his heart. He hugged her and touched her head to comfort her: "What are you afraid of? If the sky falls, I will bear it. You don't have to worry about anything and go to school as usual. No one dares to embarrass you."

Wen Yingxin jumped up and down like crazy, almost wanting to jump out of her chest.

But in my mind, I wonder when the two of them became so close.

In front of you is the man's waist very close. The black shirt is tied in a leather belt with excellent texture, which makes him feel strong and safe. But she didn't dare to reach out and hug him at all, and became stiff in his arms.

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she is not qualified to cross the gap between the two. If you hug me today and covet this sense of security, what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?

Everyone says that rich people are always busy.

Although Wen Ying is timid and timid, he is extremely sober and self-controlled. She is afraid of falling into the rich man's game.

Song Jingming felt the stiffness of the person in his arms and felt unhappy, but immediately let go of her.

After all, he is the second son of the Fu family, and others have always been rushing to get into his arms. It's rare that I take the initiative, but I end up with an awkward brick.

I felt unhappy, but I couldn't help but want to tease her.

He pinched her face and said, "Why are you so pale all the time? Are you feeling uncomfortable? From the first time I saw you, you have been so sick."

"Oh, I'm a little anemic and..."

"With what?"

"Malnutrition."

Song Jingming took a breath of cold air. He never thought that people in this era would be malnourished. I squinted my eyes and looked at the school. It was magnificent. Then I looked at the sickly person in front of me and the white hem of her skirt. It was as if a razor blade had been twisted in my heart, making it feel uncomfortable.

Is it distressed? He doesn't admit it.

Song Jingming frowned and said, "Where is the twenty thousand I gave you yesterday?"

"Saved up."

"What? Save up? Why are you trying to save money despite being malnourished? Why do you want money?" Song Jingming couldn't help but raise his voice.

Wen Ying pursed her lips and said nothing. She had always been very stubborn. For example, after the goldfish she raised when she was a child was taken away by her brother, she never looked at the goldfish again.

Both of them are equally sick, except that Song Jingming must keep the things he likes to himself, while she will never look back if something is taken away by others.

Song Jingming felt irritated and suffocated in his heart, and his tone became stiff: "Are you going to say it? You won't even say it to me?"

Wen Ying stubbornly turned her head away, not looking at him, and tangled her fingers together, causing some red marks.

Song Jingming was really defeated by her. How could there be such a naughty person in the world?

He took out his mobile phone and asked in a cold voice: "How much do you want? 50? 100 million? Just tell me the number and I'll forward it to you."

Wen Ying originally felt that it was difficult to bridge the gap between the two. Faced with the sudden heartbeat, she just wanted to escape and did not dare to approach. But Song Jingming's words completely aroused her poor self-esteem, coupled with the Tieba incident.

When do people have high self-esteem and low self-esteem?

Maybe it's the moment you meet your love.

She raised her head, her face pale but her eyes firm. He stared back at Song Jingming and said word by word: "Mr. Song, I know you are very rich, but there is no need to pity me like this. I have my own way of making money. I can be a tutor or work part-time. You can go..."

"Can you sell yourself for the first time?"

Song Jingming looked at Wen Ying's aggressive face and showed no politeness.

These words seemed to cure her malnutrition all of a sudden. Wen Ying's pale face turned red visibly, as red as when she was on his bed that night, extremely charming.

Wen Ying wanted to slap him away.

But... what he said was true after all.

Wen Ying smiled, a little desperate, but with a sense of revenge. Knife heart, who doesn't know it?

"Yes, Mr. Song is right. I can sell it the first time, then I can also sell it the second time...the third time, right?"

After saying that, before Song Jingming went crazy, Wen Ying turned around and left.

Song Jingming didn't chase him and stood there for more than half an hour. I also didn’t understand how I became so careless. Not only was I careless, I was also worried about gains and losses.

He shouldn't have come to school, and he shouldn't have cared about her. Why should he be so self-righteous as to run over and protect her? Or declare sovereignty?

I remembered her words again: second time, third time.

Song Jingming increased his speed all the way, sprinting on the edge of speeding, and returned to the hotel office, glum and exuding a dangerous aura. Employees outside looking for his signature were all stopped by Secretary Li:

"It's not recommended to go in now. The guy inside is brewing a storm. If you don't want to be struck by lightning, just go back first."

Secretary Li was thoughtful and opened the Hangcheng University forum again. The photo of Song Jingming and Wen Ying meeting in the library is displayed in the front row.

Student comments: "I have settled down and have photos."

Secretary Li frowned: Isn't this a big deal...

Rolling his wise eyes, he didn't dare to enter the office inside, so he could only take a screenshot and send it to Song Weiyu.

Song Weiyu looked at the screenshot on his phone and sent 600 yuan to Secretary Li: Good job.

Secretary Li didn't know whether Director Song was praising Song Jingming when he said 'well done' or was praising himself as an afterthought, so he felt a little guilty after receiving the 600 call.

After thinking about it, he sent another WeChat message to Song Weiyu: "Director Song, they seem to be at war."

Song Weiyu replied: "It's normal. Who doesn't fight when they are in love? The relationship is deepened through fighting every time."

As expected of the boss’ mother, she sits firmly on the Diaoyutai and lets the waves rise.

Secretary Li couldn't sit still, so he secretly opened a crack in the door and looked into Song Jingming's office: the boss had a bitter look on his face, his brows were furrowed, and he thought he was considering some business strategy...

Who would have thought that the love between a son and a daughter would last forever, but it would be worth it to see this little monk worry about love in his lifetime.

Song Jingming's cell phone rang. It was Wan Sen, the school director: "Song Jingming, you really have a girlfriend, right? Why are all the campus forums filled with photos of you and a girl?"

Song Jingming thought about the woman's heartlessness and replied coldly: "No."

Unexpectedly, after hanging up the phone, Wan Sen called his sister Wan He: "Sister, it's okay, Song Jingming doesn't have a girlfriend! Besides, don't you know, girls like Song Jingming because of his appearance?" If you marry him, you will be in a lot of trouble."

A delicate female voice came from the phone: "Brother, don't worry, I will solve it. There must be a misunderstanding in the forum. Brother, I will go back to Hangzhou in the next few days. You can put me in a class, I want to continue studying."