Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying swallowed and whispered, "I'll take care of Mr. Song."

Song Jingming clenched his fists. The moment she entered the door, he immediately averted his eyes and wanted to jump out of the window. But when he heard her softly say the words Mr. Song, he couldn't stop his heart from trembling, and his feet that wanted to jump out of the window became weak.

Really fucking useless.

She's already sleeping with someone else, why do I care about her!

Song Jingming tried hard to calm his heartbeat and suppress his emotional fluctuations to prevent others from seeing it. But Fu Chunhe was staring at his facial expression and didn't miss it at all.

Surprise, expectation, anger, anger, revenge, indifference...

In just a few dozen seconds, it was the first time for Fu Chunhe to see his second brother's mood fluctuate so much, which was both funny and sad. He still remembered that every time he got drunk, Song Jingming comforted him: There are many women, brother, don't hang yourself on a tree.

Retribution has come, Song Jingming is going to hang himself on this small tree.

Fu Chunhe looked at the timid little girl. She was dressed in ordinary old sportswear and exuded the clean smell of washing powder. She lowered her eyebrows and did not dare to look at Song Jingming. Her little face was sickly white, but her almond-shaped eyes and dark eyebrows were pretty. Very beautiful.

Like a stormy orchid, it is swaying and weak, but it has hidden vitality and perseverance.

Fu Chunhe sniffed and thought of Su Jin.

Wan He still pretended to be gentle and generous: "Why did you come to take care of Jing Ming?"

Secretary Li hurriedly spoke: "Wen Ying is here to work. Didn't I happen to know Mr. Song before? It's easier to get along with him than the nurses."

Disdain flashed in the corner of Wan He's eyes: "I think we should find a male caregiver. This Wen Ying doesn't look professional. Don't make our Jingming unhappy in taking care of her."

Secretary Li smiled: "Miss Wan is right, I think the same thing, but... this student Wen was personally arranged by our Director Song. Why don't you tell our Director Song about it?"

Wan He's smile froze on her face. She didn't dare to offend the great master Song Weiyu. Her father said that Song Weiyu was a ruthless man back then. It only took ten years for Fu to become the number one hotel in Asia. There may be a few lives in those hands that are covered with blood.

Wan He smiled and said: "Since it was arranged by Director Song, he must be able to take good care of Jing Ming. Wen Ying, please stop standing at the door. Come and let me introduce you."

Wen Ying walked in and hung his bag on the shelf next to the door.

"This is Jing Ming's father. I call him Uncle Fu, but you can call him Fu Dong. This is Jing Ming's eldest brother. You can just call him Mr. Fu."

Wen Ying politely called someone, and Fu Haitang looked at Fu Chunhe hesitantly, thinking: Can this girl's movie suppress the stubborn second son?

Fu Chunhe suppressed the smile on his lips, nodded in response to Wen Ying, and sat back on the sofa. He couldn't wait to see his dick deflated.

Wen Ying approached Song Jingming, still not daring to look into his eyes and avoiding him. He reached out and rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt, revealing his fair and thin arms.

But my heart was beating loudly. I saw that the porridge and vegetables on the table next to me were still untouched, so I asked softly: "Mr. Song, didn't you have lunch?"

Song Jingming's still intact hand reached into the quilt and pinched his thigh fiercely, hoping to use pain to soothe his uneasy heart. He didn't understand how this woman could be so heartless. She just said those words to him a few days ago and she could still pretend that nothing happened and take care of him today!

Is it because of lack of money?

Song Weiyu has always been generous and must have promised her a lot of money.

So he, Song Jingming, is now her tool to make money?

Song Jingming's eyes flashed with darkness, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I don't need anyone to take care of me, so you can leave."

Wen Ying stood there with a layer of water in his eyes, but he swallowed it with restraint: "I have something to do with Mr. Song's car accident. I should come..."

"Wen Ying, why do you think my car accident has something to do with you? We're not familiar with each other, so can you stop being an eyesore! I'm not used to unfamiliar people taking care of me, so you can leave."

This was the first time after Song Jingming woke up that he said so many words in one breath.

Fu Chunhe almost laughed out loud.

But Song Jingming's cold words were like sharp knives piercing into Wen Ying's heart, and she stayed in place with her eyes lowered. After enduring it for a long time, I still shed tears without any purpose.

Song Jingming watched the tears fall on the ground, but they seemed to hit his heart hard, making him tremble all over. The flesh on his legs was pinched and numb, and his hands were holding the quilt tightly, as if he wanted to tear it to pieces.

But there was no ripple on his face at all, and he was even a little too calm.

Fu Haitang couldn't help but wanted to teach his son a lesson, but Fu Chunhe stopped him and signaled him not to get involved. The two of them just sat on the sofa in the living room and stared at each other.

A proud smile appeared on Wan He's face: "Wen Ying, don't take it to heart. Jing Ming has always been like this. He hates unfamiliar people approaching him."

With that said, Wan He stepped forward and poured a glass of water for Song Jingming.

Song Jingming looked at the glass of water, took it and drank it without hesitation.

The smile on Wan He's face grew stronger, and he continued: "Wen Ying, you should leave first. Unfamiliar people are here, and Jing Ming is in a bad mood, which is not conducive to the recovery of the wound."

Wen Ying took a few deep breaths and said with a smile: "Okay, Secretary Li, I won't disturb you for now. If you have anything, please call me anytime."

Secretary Li glanced at Song Jingming and saw that his face was calm and he didn't look in a hurry. Then he followed Wen Ying: "Okay, classmate Wen, let's go first. If you have any questions, please contact me via WeChat."

Who knew that Song Jingming's hands hidden under the quilt were already clenched until the veins bulged out, and he wanted to get up and pinch her neck and ask: "You've already slept with that guy named Lu, why are you pretending to be hypocritical and irritating me? You want to make me mad to death." chant!"

Wen Ying said goodbye to Fu Haitang and Fu Chunhe and left the ward.

The moment he walked out of the ward, Song Jingming threw the cup directly: "Rough."

Fu Haitang shook his head, and Fu Chunhe smiled like a fox. While drinking tea, he looked at the grumpy and stubborn donkey. Then he walked to the window to watch Wen Ying walk out of the inpatient department and wait for the bus at the door.

He deliberately said nonchalantly: "Huh? Nowadays Didi taxis are all high-end products like Audi?"

With a light word, Secretary Li immediately frowned and looked at Song Jingming with his scalp numb.

Sure enough, Song Jingming's face quickly darkened and his breathing became rapid.

Roaring: "Get out of here, I have a headache, I want to be alone!"

Fu Chunhe picked up his suit and muttered: "The little girl who just left is waiting for the bus at the door. I can also see her off."

Song Jingming asked like a conditioned reflex: "Brother, didn't you say she was picked up by Audi?" When he said this, he realized that he had not thought clearly.

Fu Chunhe stood there and turned around with an innocent look on his face: "I didn't say I was picking her up."

After being tricked by the boss, Song Jingming's face became even darker. Gritting his back teeth and saying nothing, Wan He stepped forward to comfort him and said, "Jing Ming, I'll buy you whatever you want to eat."

Song Jingming said angrily: "I don't want to eat anything. I'm not used to unfamiliar people being so close to me. You can leave too."

Wan He was stunned on the spot, jealousy spread in Teng Man's heart, but he still behaved very appropriately: "Jing Ming, what kind of outsider am I? We have known each other for so many years."

Song Jingming was too lazy to deal with it anymore. He leaned on the backrest, frowned, and glanced at Secretary Li.

Secretary Li immediately said: "Miss Wan, let's go together. Let Mr. Song rest for a while. We know you are worried about Mr. Song. You can come see him again after class tomorrow."

Wan He walked down the steps leading to Secretary Li.

Song Jingming took out his mobile phone and clicked on Wen Ying's WeChat. The red exclamation mark on it was still very eye-catching. I kept thinking about what happened between the two of them when they met. I really didn't know where this stubborn woman's attraction came from, so I kept thinking about it.