Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Stubborn and pretentious.

But then he thought about it, and he liked her pretentiousness, and she liked how she frowned and yelled: "No, Mr. Song."

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Song Jingming put his phone on the table and looked at the infusion bottle in a daze: Could she have also shouted no, Mr. Lu?

Song Jingming cursed angrily and slapped himself twice: Song Jingming, you have no future, you are so controlled by such a little girl! It's fine if they really take advantage of you, but now they haven't played their cards yet, so you surrender and throw away your cards if you want to live or die!

Outside the hospital.

Wen Ying was standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus. Fu Chunhe's car was parked next to him: "Classmate Wen, I'll take you back to school."

Wen Ying was stunned for a moment, then waved her hands quickly: "It's okay, the bus is coming soon, you are all busy, I don't want to waste your time."

She said it simply and sincerely.

Fu Chunhe smiled, which was different from Song Jingming's cold expression. Wearing glasses, he is very elegant, but the arc at the end of his eyes when he smiles is a bit frivolous and attractive.

"Get in the car and I'll tell you something about my dick."

Wen Ying pursed her lips and hesitated.

Fu Chunhe tapped his slender fingers on the steering wheel: "Classmate, don't hesitate. At your age, it's the right time to love, hate, and act. Why do you look forward and look back?"

Wen Ying got into the car.

She wanted to know everything about Song Jingming.

Fu Chunhe drove the car and merged into the main driveway. He glanced at Wen Ying from the corner of his eye and praised his second brother for his good eyesight. His skin was so thin that no pores could be seen, and his eyelashes were long and trembled with his clear eyes.

"Wen Ying, do you like my second son?"

Wen Ying didn't expect Mr. Fu to be so straightforward, so he grabbed the bag with his hand instantly. The fingertips turned white.

"I……"

Fu Chunhe smiled again: "You don't need to say anything, your attitude is very obvious."

Wen Ying lowered his head and spoke softly: "I'm not sure... We have known each other for less than a month. I have always felt that feelings need time to settle. Mr. Song and I only met by chance and have nothing to do with each other."

Fu Chunhe nodded: "You understand very well and are very sensible. It's a pity that you met my second son. He is not a human being, but a stubborn donkey. Ever since he was a child, he has always used tricks to get the things he likes at first sight. Get it, and then keep it hidden from others."

"Mr. Fu, thank you. But I don't believe in fluttering, I only believe in staying together for a long time."

Fu Chunhe looked at this little girl and remembered Su Jin 10 years ago, who had also faced Song Weiyu with such tenacity and self-respect.

"I mean, classmate Wen Ying is an exception. He didn't use tricks to take you as his own. On the contrary, he has been hesitating to come forward and torturing himself. This is the first time I've seen him treat someone so entangled, Afraid of being too heavy but afraid of being too light, afraid of being far away but afraid of being too close.”

Wen Ying lowered his head and pondered these words over and over again.

She has never been in love. Because of family reasons, she has always kept herself tightly wrapped up. She dare not accept the love of others, nor dare to take the initiative to love others.

Retreating is her only way to protect herself. Only by retreating can her life be stable.

Fu Chunhe looked at this confused and confused girl and couldn't bear it: "Let me tell you something, Song Jingming has a very serious emotional mysophobia. He doesn't like anyone's physical contact. So he has been clean and tidy for the past 28 years. If Mr. Wen also likes him, be sure not to provoke others, or he will go crazy."

go Ape? So after hearing that he had a relationship with Lu Cheng, he got into a car accident?

Wen Ying got out of the car, thinking about Fu Chunhe's words, and walked to the school.

Wan He's car arrived behind her. She walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Wen Ying, but her face no longer looked generous, but instead showed disgust and disdain.

"Wen Ying, I don't think you should go to Song Jingming again. Why are you embarrassing yourself?"

Wen Ying saw a pair of exquisite high-heeled shoes appear in front of her eyes. She looked up and smelled the perfume again, only to realize that it was Wan He. The other party continued: "Wen Ying, you have also seen Jing Ming's attitude towards you today. Seeing you rushing to embarrass yourself, I feel sorry for you."

Wen Ying looked at Wan He's expensive outfit, and then at the sportswear she had worn for three years. She was well aware of the gap between the two, and she felt inferior and wanted to hide and wrap herself up from harm.

Wen Ying whispered: "Well, if Mr. Song really doesn't need me, I won't go. I'll try again tomorrow. After all, this is my job."

Wan He couldn't help but snorted coldly, and then put on a caring smile: "Then I will go tomorrow too. If Jing Ming says anything too much to you, I can help you."

Wen Ying nodded and smiled.

Before she met Song Jingming, her world was very simple. She only had three things: working, going to school, and escaping from her parents' punishment. But after meeting Song Jingming, her world suddenly became filled with many mysterious and unpredictable people.

For example, this Wan He looked generous, gentle and cute, but she always felt uneasy and felt that Wan He was deeply hostile.

But she didn't dare to resist or question. Wan He was the sister of the school director, and she still wanted to graduate smoothly. What's more, after meeting Song Jingming, more and more bad things happened, not just this one, every one of them made her hard to guard against.

The WeChat message on the phone rang, it was Lu Cheng.

"Has Mr. Wen returned to school? Are you tired from working part-time today?"

Wen Ying hurriedly replied: "It's not a heavy job, it's not tiring."

Thinking that Song Jingming was unhappy because of Lu Cheng's matter, he added another sentence: "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your concern."

This sentence made Lu Cheng feel a huge sense of alienation. Lu Cheng replied: "My car race will be broadcast on TV at 5pm tomorrow, remember to watch it."

"Okay Mr. Lu, I wish you good luck in the competition."

Lu Cheng smiled on the other end. This little girl was really well behaved and she was becoming more and more attracted to him.

It's late at night, and the whole city of Hangzhou has lost its hustle and bustle and is quiet everywhere.

Wen Ying was lying on the bed, remembering that she had blocked Song Jingming. But if I don’t have WeChat, I have to make a phone call. Thinking about it carefully, I don’t want to hear his magnetic voice.

It was better to pull Song Jingming out of the blacklist. After all, taking care of him this month would make it easier to contact him.

As soon as I pulled it out, a message came from WeChat.

In the hospital, Song Jingming lay unable to sleep on the hospital bed, so he took out his mobile phone and browsed for a long time. In the end, she almost opened Wen Ying's WeChat account. Looking at the red exclamation mark, she thought, would she not be able to receive the message if she sent her this way?

I can’t receive it anyway…

Perhaps at night, people will be extra sentimental, gentle and romantic.

Song Jingming typed slowly: I miss you.

Feeling a little weirdly sweet in my heart, I clicked send, and more than ten seconds passed.

That red exclamation mark hasn't appeared yet.

Song Jingming's confusion turned into dullness, and then he pressed and held the button with trembling hands to withdraw.

On the other side, Wen Ying looked at these words in a daze with a red face...