Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying said nothing. He lowered his eyebrows and pursed his lips as he went to clear the table.

These few words did not cause any shock to her. After all, the words her parents scolded her were hard to hear, and they almost wanted her to die.

Seeing his fist hitting the cotton, Song Jingming felt very depressed. He couldn't wait to get Wen Ying to talk to her. He wanted Wen Ying to be angry. He wanted Wen Ying to have mood swings because of him, instead of just saying a word like now. Silent.

Being silent means not caring.

But Song Jingming couldn't say anything soft. It seems that in the current situation, he would say harsh words so as not to lose face: "Wen Ying, can you go out? I don't want to see you? Can you spare me?"

Wen Ying's hand wiping the table stopped. He wanted to end the relationship?

The originally unhealthy little face turned paler, but he forced out a smile: "Mr. Song, when you recover, I swear I will never show up again, let alone contact you. Don't worry."

After saying that, I felt that what I said was not comprehensive, and continued: "Also, I pulled you out of the blacklist last night to take care of you this month. If you need anything, just send me a WeChat message. No need to bother. You called."

She spoke and managed to irritate him with just a few words, but Song Jingming became angrier the more she listened.

What does she mean? Don't want to hear his voice? So you won't let him call? After this month, block him again?

Does she think she is really the heroine of the Fu family? Dare you do this to him?

Song Jingming took a deep breath: "Wen Ying, you are quite capable. Why, that man named Lu is also willing to let you serve me?"

The one with the surname Lu?

Wen Ying didn't react at first.

After pausing for a few seconds, he remembered that he should be talking about Lu Cheng. I looked at my phone and saw that the time was almost up, and Lu Cheng's game was still being broadcast on TV.

"It has nothing to do with him." Wen Ying replied calmly.

Song Jingming only felt his anger rising to the top of his head. What do you mean it has nothing to do with him? Why does it have nothing to do with the person named Lu! This has so much to do with him!

Song Jingming used to talk very little. Apart from scolding Secretary Li, he only spoke so much during meetings. Today it was like a machine gun, popping out non-stop. And no matter how hard you say it, you can say it.

Maybe my brain was damaged.

"What do you mean, Wen Ying, just protecting him? Is this guy named Lu so good? Haha... You spent one night with him and one night with me. Why do you protect him?"

The words were getting more and more exaggerated. Wen Ying frowned. Not wanting to care or listen to his nonsense, he turned on the TV directly and tuned to the sports channel.

Lu Cheng's face suddenly jumped out.

Lu Cheng, who was being interviewed by a reporter, was young, handsome, and so attractive that even the reporter couldn't help but look at him more. There are not many athletes who are so handsome, and they are fair-looking.

Song Jingming's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he wished he could go through the TV and pinch Lu Cheng's neck and ask, "Why do you do that?"

Wen Ying was watching the TV in a daze, not realizing that there was a mountain of flames about to erupt lying on the hospital bed.

The reporter said that this was Lu Cheng's last game and he was retiring. No wonder he specifically called her to watch the game.

"I want to drink."

Song Jingming looked at Wen Ying's dazed expression, feeling uncomfortable and feeling a great sense of crisis. He instinctively shouted to Wen Ying, but unfortunately Wen Ying was focused on watching TV and did not hear his voice.

Song Jingming has never been in trouble in his life. He has been the pride of heaven since he was a child. He discriminates against every human being equally. But the first night counts as one, and the crazy speeding and car accident counts as one, just now! Definitely counts as one.

"I said Wen Ying, why don't you go into the TV to find him? Your eyes are almost glued to him."

Wen Ying heard his voice and stupidly turned around and asked, "What did you say? Sorry, I was watching TV just now."

Song Jingming gritted his back teeth and wanted to smash the TV. The more he looked at the man with bright eyes and white teeth on the TV, the more annoying he became. "Turn off the TV for me. I have a headache. It's too noisy."

Wen Ying quickly turned off the TV.

"Mr. Song, do you have a headache? Do you need to call a doctor?"

Song Jingming looked at Wen Ying quietly. Maybe it was because of the light rain today that he was particularly sentimental, or maybe it was the car accident that made him feel death. Now he just wanted to ask clearly, from beginning to end.

"Wen Ying, I want to ask you. Why didn't you agree to follow me, but turned around and went to find him? Did you know each other before? Or for some other reason, or do you like him? Is he your boyfriend? Or What's wrong with me, what do you don't like about me? Just tell me."

Song Jingming said so many words in one breath that his voice choked up, but he still swallowed the last sentence, "Whatever you don't like, I can change it." '

This was Song Jingming's last face.

Wen Ying leaned against the bed, with light rain falling outside the window.

She frowned, not knowing what to say. He is a high-altitude cloud, but she is an ant stuck in the mud. She lied that night just to stop Song Jingming from looking for him. They were from two different worlds and they shouldn't have any contact in the first place.

But when she found out that something happened to Song Jingming, her heartache was real. Except for the day when her college entrance examination results came out, she had never been so anxious.

What to do now? Continue to lie to him?

"Wen Ying, this is the last time I ask you, and it is also the last time I take the initiative. Tell me what you really think, okay?"

Song Jingming's voice was very soft. All the high spirits and arrogance he had before were gone. He felt that at this moment he was about to be humbled into dust.

Wen Ying suddenly softened his heart. I was so busy that I wanted to drop everything and explain, tell him what I felt, and was about to speak. The phone rang, Wen Ying saw the caller, and the fear in his eyes gradually deepened.

"I'll answer the phone first."

Turning around and leaving the ward, Wen Ying ran far away with her cell phone. No one around dared to pick it up: "Hi, Dad."

"I heard that you found a rich man?"

Wen Ying covered her mouth and huddled in the corner to seek a sense of security. Her tears couldn't stop flowing out. They still knew, how could they know? ?

Holding the phone tightly, Wen Ying tried to take a deep breath and suppress the fear in her heart: "Where did you hear that? I never fall in love."

"I didn't say you were in love. Are you a sugar daddy?"

Wen Ying's heart almost jumped out of her chest and she subconsciously denied it: "No, how is it possible?"

"Huh? I heard from your classmates that you are a sugar daddy! Why are you embarrassed to say that? Being a sugar daddy shows that you are capable. So, you can find a way to buy a house for your brother."

Wen Ying roared: "I don't have a sugar daddy! Don't you only want a down payment of 10? Why do you want me to buy a house again!"

"Daughter, it is only natural that you buy a house for your brother. You should buy him a house when you are born! You should quickly find a way to get some money! You are a rich man, and you can't use it in vain."

"I told you, I didn't at all! You are so disgusting!"

"I'm warning you Wen Ying, I'm giving you face! Do you want to swallow this money yourself? Be careful, I will go to your school to find you! Be honest and get the money and come back. If you fail, hurry up and transfer the money. Otherwise I will Go to your wealthy man in person and ask for the money."