Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying was shouted at inexplicably and trembled all over.

When he turned around, he saw a vague figure, tall and strong, with a suit held back, but he didn't seem to be wearing a tie, and a few buttons were unbuttoned.

It's her Song Jingming.

It's just that the tone is wrong. Is it because you stole his wine?

Her feet stayed in place, keeping her head turned, and she was standing crookedly and unsteadily. A wave came over her, and her thin body was like a willow branch, and she was about to fall over.

Sun Hexi hurriedly caught it for her. When he got closer, he could smell it. This silly kid was drunk.

His eyes stared at the two empty bottles on the shore.

How crazy you are to drink a whole bottle of champagne and still dare to come out and enjoy the sea breeze.

He wrapped his hands around her waist to steady her lopsided steps.

Looking up, she was staring at him, but her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she didn't know if she could see clearly.

However, being so close, it was as if she could feel her breath scented with rose wine. The skin is also white and tender, and there is no trace of makeup on her body...

Still staring at myself stupidly.

"What are you looking at? If you look at it again, your eyes will be gouged out."

The man in his arms frowned, and the mist in his eyes became heavier, with a silly daze.

She actually hooked her arms around his neck, bit her lower lip and started acting coquettishly: "Husband, why are you so mean to me... I just stole two bottles of wine from you."

Sun Hexi was completely stunned on the spot, and the hand holding her waist was so stiff that it seemed as if it was not his own.

His eyes darkened, and he squeezed out a few words from his mouth in a hoarse voice, "Don't fucking scream."

Then he picked her up and walked to the shore. When she came in, she felt that the sea water was bitingly cold.

Why do I go back and feel that my feet are... hot?

The person in his arms was quite honest, resting his head on his shoulder and finding a comfortable position.

He muttered some incoherent words: "My tail was torn off by the bad guys. My spine was broken by the bad guys. I can only float on the sea."

Sun Hexi looked down at her.

She closed her eyes, tears forming on her eyelashes. His mouth was slightly open, and he sobbed from time to time.

I wanted to throw her on the beach, but looking at her, she looked like she had just been in the sea and was bullied by the fish and shrimps.

Licking his lips, he sat impatiently on the beach and put her in his arms, still half embracing her.

When the sea breeze blew, the man still knew the cold and shrank into his arms again.

"Tsk." Sun Hexi pursed his lips, his deep eyes filled with fierceness, and said in a deep voice: "If you move again, your bones will be broken."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand, took off his suit, and wrapped it tightly for her.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to call Chen Fang and ask him to send someone from the Fu family to pick him up.

Before the call could be made, the cell phone of the man in his arms rang.

The caller is Mr. Song.

"Wen Ying, where have you gone?"

He spoke in a hurried tone, and Sun Hexi frowned, with a sharp flash in his eyes, "Sir, I am the beach patrol. This lady is drinking at the beach. Please come and take her away. Oh, there seems to be another one. Miss."

Song Jingming was stunned, hung up the phone, grabbed Fu Chunhe and went downstairs to drive.

Sun Hexi put Wen Ying's cell phone back into her pocket, with a faint peach blossom pattern appearing at the end of her eyes, and her expression was impatient for frivolity.

Mr. Song, is the husband she calls? Do you have a bad temper...

No wonder I was scared to drink two bottles of wine from him secretly.

Sun Hexi looked at the two empty wine bottles not far away, raised his eyebrows and smiled, then lowered his head to look at the person holding his neck.

She can sleep so peacefully in the arms of a stranger. No wonder the boss said his daughter is innocent. She is good-looking and has a simple mind, but she is waiting to be bullied.

Look at this face, it's so tender that she must be 20 years old.

If you call me a shitty husband at the age of 20, are you an adult?

Sun Hexi stretched out his hand and pinched Wen Ying's face. He smiled, looked at the deep sea in the distance and said to himself: "In the future, you don't need to steal other people's drinks. Our house is the biggest bar in southern Beijing. Take a sip and pour a bottle." , no one dared to say no.”

The person in his arms slept peacefully, twisting his body from time to time, but Sun Hexi was as motionless as a sculpture.

On the beach in late autumn, he only had a short-sleeved T-shirt on, but he didn't feel cold at all.

It wasn't until half an hour later that his subordinate called him, "Second Master, someone is driving here."

He then put her down, put away the suit, and left without looking back.

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As the night deepened, at Fu's head office, Song Jingming's face was gloomy, and he entered the elevator with Wen Ying, who was dazed in his arms.

Followed by Fu Chunhe holding Su Jin.

The four security guards in the control room looked at each other in confusion. They all stared hard at the portraits in the elevator, trying to hear what the two bosses were saying.

But the faces of the two of them were uglier than the other, and their lips were pursed tighter than the other.

The elevator door opened and everyone returned to the office.

Behind the door, Wen Ying got off Song Jingming, holding his tie in his hand, frowning and wondering, drunk? It seemed like he wasn't wearing a tie just now.

He rolled his eyes and looked at the gloomy expression of the man in front of him. He leaned against the door and said softly: "Well, I'm not drunk."

Song Jingming laughed out loud when he heard her sudden quibble. It was the first time he saw Wen Ying drunk like this.

My whole body was extremely hot, my face was pink, and I still insisted that I was not drunk.

"Okay, you're not drunk. Then tell me who I am."

He stepped to her side, pressed her tightly against the door, looked at her hazy eyes, and slowly fell on her neck, which was stained by alcohol.

She happened to tilt her head up, and a slender line was pulled out from her neck. Song Jingming's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, inch by inch, and finally his fingers landed on the button on her chest.

He talked to her and diverted her attention, but he kept his hands and took off her foggy purple sweater in a few seconds.

Inside is a sling, which is held up by the breasts.

"Tell me who I am."

"Well...it's my Mr. Song!"

Wen Ying pressed her back against the door, squinting her eyes and smiling like a cute cat. At this moment, the deep affection in her eyes seemed to annihilate everything.

These words and this look completely defeated Song Jingming's anger tonight. While unhooking the thin strap on Wen Ying's shoulders, he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"Then who is your Mr. Song? Who is he to you..."

The alcohol made her a little sluggish, her eyes flashed wildly, Wen Ying thought for a while. Every time in bed before, he always forced her to call her husband in a bad way, and would stop if she didn't.

There is nothing wrong with calling me husband.

"Mr. Song, he is my husband."

After saying that, he smiled stupidly and reached out to hug Song Jingming's waist. He was still wearing the black shirt he wore during the day, and his strong arms and chest were vaguely visible, making him feel safe.

Song Jingming smiled helplessly, hugged the person in his arms under his doting care, and gently tucked her broken hair behind her ears, "Why are you so good today? I will drink for you every day from now on, okay?"

"it is good……"

As soon as she finished speaking, her lips were locked. Song Jingming held the back of her neck with one hand and kissed her deeply while using the other hand to take off his shirt.

In less than a minute, all that was left was the suit pants.

Wen Ying gasped deeply, pushed her hands on the muscles of his chest, and looked at him pitifully.

His voice was hoarse, and he raised his eyebrows full of malice, "Good boy, you know what to do."

She stretched out her hand and slowly and reluctantly unzipped his belt and zipper... Before she could finish, she was gagged and kissed deeply again.

When he came back to his senses, he was already pressed against the door by a man holding his waist, his legs were curled up and inseparable from his waist. Low gasps mixed with moans rose and fell, and in the darkness, the two of them intertwined their hands.