Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Early in the morning, Fu Haitang got up rubbing his temples that were sore from insomnia.

I wiped my face with cold water to cool down my nerves which had been depressed in recent days.

He placed his hands on the marble countertop and stared at the dripping face in the mirror. The beating in his eyes was so fierce that he felt unfamiliar to him.

He suddenly felt that he would not be able to stay in the hospital until the first snowfall.

I wiped my hair and left the bathroom, took out my phone and started studying the weather forecast.

Tsk...the first snow in the capital is always inaccurate.

The weather forecast said it wouldn't rain. When everyone was disappointed, it suddenly snowed again, turning the Forbidden City into a blanket of white.

Fu Haitang stood by the window and called: "Ask your friends at the Meteorological Bureau, can artificial snow fall?"

"..."

The person on the other side was silent, and after a while he replied: "Dad, what kind of monster are you doing?"

"I want to give your mother some snow."

"..."

Song Jingming nestled in the leather chair, his temples twitching.

The group was so busy that he could only sleep 6.7 hours a day, and he had to help his father with all this.

"Good good."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the pile of documents at hand and moved his eyes to the side, which was his little girl.

"What's wrong, Uncle Fu?" The little girl didn't even raise her head, holding a pen to answer the postgraduate entrance examination questions.

"I'm crazy, I want to make it snow for your mother."

Wen Ying had a pair of round glasses on her straight nose. She raised her head to look at him, thinking she had heard wrong.

Seeing her like this, Song Jingming narrowed his eyes and patted his thigh: "Come here."

Wen Ying stood up and wanted to take off his glasses.

The man laughed and said, "Don't pick it off..."

He held the little girl in his arms and pressed his lips to her ear, "Every time I see you wearing glasses while studying, I feel something different, as if you are a different person."

"Specially seductive."

With that said, he took Wen Ying's hand and reached under his belt.

"You...let go..."

Wen Ying blushed with anxiety, but couldn't pull it out, so she flopped around on his lap.

"Hold on, what's the matter?" Song Jingming coaxed, "If I continue to flutter, I'll go to the bed inside and flutter as much as I can for you."

The man in his arms suddenly became honest and rolled his eyes with evil intentions. His eyes were bright and his hands were soft.

Please: "Mr. Song..."

This sound made Song Jingming's bones numb, and he swelled even more. He pulled her away slightly, "Do you have anything to ask your husband for again?"

"Yeah! I want to beg..."

Song Jingming chuckled twice and raised a certain position under his eyebrows, "No, Classmate Wen's technique is not good enough, I'm not satisfied."

"I, why am I not doing it right!" She was aroused to win or lose.

In order for the man to agree to her unspoken request, she had to serve her hard.

After the service was over, Song Jingming refused with a cold face, "No, you are not allowed to leave me."

"I can't be your follower every day. Don't you think it's weird? How can anyone bring their girlfriend to work every day? My sister-in-law can still be busy with her cafe every day...and me!"

The little girl was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

Song Jingming touched her back, as if he were touching a kitten to comfort her, "You are different from my sister-in-law."

How many people are staring at you? Your father is Chen Fang.

He let her go out today, and she was taken away within two hours.

"I don't care, I want to go to school."

Wen Ying sat on his lap and turned her head away, the back of her head facing him, and every strand of her hair was getting angry.

"Be obedient, what's the point of going to school? In two years, when you grow up, you can marry me and be Mrs. Song."

Wen Ying was startled and stood up from his lap suddenly, with a rare serious look on his face.

"When I was in high school, I picked up pens that others didn't want and used the back of other people's scratch paper to do questions, but my score was the first in the school. I passed the exam from that mountain village with my own score, went to 985, and stayed in the library until late at night every day, Not to be anyone’s wife.”

She put down her glasses and turned around and left the office.

Song Jingming didn't stop her.

Wen Ying walked out of the Fu Building with her head lowered. All the employees were looking at her with unclear eyes.

Everyone knew that this was Mr. Song's girlfriend, but they didn't know how Mr. Song, who was almost 30 years old, found a 20-year-old girlfriend.

Maybe it's just because she's pretty.

After all, Wen Ying is indeed too good-looking to find any flaws.

So during this period, everyone respected her on the surface, but they were whispering about her in their hearts.

These words did not reach Song Jingming's ears. Wen Ying saw that he was so busy every day that he wanted to be alone, so he never told him.

Today was a good day, all the grievances in my body came out. As I walked, my vision became blurred, and I started to cry.

Not long after walking, his head was pushed into a strong chest.