Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"The bottom class? Haha, why do I think Miss Wan's so-called bottom class is more attractive than you, the upper class?"

After that, Lu Cheng went to see Wen Ying, who was working hard to clean the table. She was beautiful and full of tenacity, like a grass, breaking out of the ground on the apex of Lu Cheng's heart.

Wan He saw the corners of Lu Cheng's lips gradually rising and couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Then I'll wait and see. Don't bring an ugly duckling to the banquet tomorrow night."

After saying that, Wan He went directly to Zhonghe Hotel with his head held high.

Since Lu Cheng wanted to bring Wen Ying to the banquet, he had to follow Song Jingming in order to regain the situation.

Wan He stepped on high heels and went to Song Jingming's office, but was stopped outside by Secretary Li.

"Miss Wan, if you don't have an appointment, Mr. Song won't see you."

"Secretary Li, open your big Kazilan eyes and take a look. I, Wan He, want to see Jing Ming. Do I still need to make an appointment?"

Secretary Li nodded politely but awkwardly, and signaled to the subordinates in the secretary's office to keep an eye on her: "Everyone who wants to see Mr. Song must make an appointment. You can wait outside first."

Wan He was stopped outside the CEO's office by a group of secretaries. He could only sit on the sofa and wait. He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Song Jingming, but there was no reply after several minutes.

Wan He looked into the office anxiously.

A man in a black haute couture suit walked past behind him. His back was straight and upright. One look at his capable hair and strong arms and he knew it was Chen Fang.

Wan He wanted to follow Chen Fang and go in together.

"Uncle Chen, are you here to see Jing Ming too?" Wan He's sweet voice caused all the employees in the office to tremble.

Chen Fang frowned and turned around, glanced at Wan He, nodded stiffly, and didn't even smile. Everyone knows Chen Fang's temperament. Except for giving a smile to Song Weiyu and his three sons, no one else takes him seriously.

Secretary Li opened the door to the CEO's office for Chen Fang and invited him in with a smile.

Then he stretched out his arm to stop Wan He and said, "Miss Wan, I suggest you not to go in. Every time Uncle Chen and Mr. Song meet in the office, they fight or fight. If you go in, you may be accidentally injured."

ah? Before Wan He could react, the sound of a stool being thrown could be heard in the president's office.

Song Jingming held Chen Fang's waist and wanted to throw him over, but Chen Fang did a waist-lifting somersault and fell to the ground. Song Jingming covered the back of his head and shouted, "Chen Fang! Are you going to throw me to death? I'm still injured."

"Well, I took your injury into consideration, otherwise you would have been dead."

Song Jingming covered his arms and got up from the ground, bared his teeth and roared: "What are you doing here? Are you refusing to talk to me?"

Chen Fang was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, casually unbuttoning his suit, revealing the black striped shirt underneath, which looked very attractive with Chen Fang's strong body and neck.

Song Jingming stared at his resolute side face and suddenly laughed out loud: "You said you were so crazy back then that you went to get your ears pierced... just because your president said that the little male star on TV looked good with earrings? hehe……"

Chen Fang's face turned red and he gave Song Jingming a white look.

He had his ears pierced when he was young, and now he always carries the black diamond Song Weiyu bought for him, but Chen Fang doesn't like to be too ostentatious. From a distance, the black diamond looks like a mole.

A mole that grew out of Song Weiyu.

Song Jingming kept laughing, and Chen Fang's deep and steady voice sounded: "Your mother asked you if you would like to go to the dinner party tomorrow night."

"Don't go."

"It was invited by Hangcheng University."

"..." Song Jingming fell silent.

Chen Fang leaned on the sofa and looked at him: "You are too indecisive."

Song Jingming's Adam's apple rolled, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly. "You don't understand, she...she doesn't like me."

"She doesn't like you, so why did she go to the hospital to take care of you for so many days?"

"She was short of money, so my mother gave her 5 yuan to take care of me." Song Jingming's mind was filled with her voice and smile in those days, and the unknown pain began to fill his heart.

"She didn't take a penny from your mother." Chen Fang always only talks about the key points when he speaks.

Song Jingming frowned and stared at Chen Fang. He knew that Chen Fang could not lie to him.

Chen Fang stood up and walked out, grabbed the door handle, stopped and turned around and said: "Don't regret it, just investigate what you want to know. People's mouths are meant for talking. Both of them were silent and would only move further away. The further away.”

Song Jingming crossed his hands and twisted them together.

The memories between the two of them from the time they met to the present were constantly replayed in his mind. Chen Fang's words were like the fuse of a bomb. When ignited, they burned quickly and were drawn into his heart.

Exploded in my heart.

Song Jingming had been troubled by the question for many days. He originally wanted to give up and not pursue it anymore, but now he desperately wanted an answer.

He wanted to know why Wen Ying chose Lu Cheng and why he went to Lu Cheng's house. He wanted to know what was not good enough about him and what he could change.

The scene of Wen Ying and Lu Cheng walking together deeply hurt Song Jingming. He was aloof and arrogant, and he never put anyone in his eyes.

But he humbly wanted to please her again.

Outside the door, Chen Fang took the initiative to speak to Wan He for the first time: "Miss Wan, you can go in now."

With Chen Fang's permission, other people in the secretary's office stopped blocking him, and Wan He hurriedly walked into the president's office: "Jing Ming, I'm here to see you. Is your arm feeling better?"

Song Jingming raised his head and looked up, his eyebrows slightly frowned as usual, a little irritated.

"what's up?"

Wan He stood in Song Jingming's office and looked around, feeling that it was very low-key and luxurious. I looked at my feet and saw that an inconspicuous blanket was imported and cost hundreds of thousands.

Wanhe fell in love even more.

"Jing Ming, I'm here to invite you to our school's dinner tomorrow night. Will you accompany me?"

"no problem."

Wan He was stunned. She didn't expect Song Jingming to agree so happily. She didn't expect Song Jingming to agree, so she stammered and asked: "Really, really?"

Song Jingming nodded: "Really, you go ahead. I will arrive at Hangzhou University on time tomorrow night."

Wan He stood up excitedly, wanting to rush up and kiss Song Jingming. Then she turned around and went directly to the mall. She wanted to buy the most dazzling dress to compete with that poor duck Wen Ying.

Wan He had to admit that Wen Ying was poor, but not ugly.

The next day, it was already late autumn, and the ginkgo trees on the roadside began to shed their leaves. The entire Hangzhou city was filled with an autumn atmosphere.

Song Weiyu wore a silver-white long dress, which extended from her chest to the skirt. There were countless diamonds, which made her skin color better than snow, making her sexy and charming.

Chen Fang zipped up her back and said softly: "In this season, it is already cold at night."

Song Weiyu smiled and fiddled with the antique hairpin on her bun: "Wear your suit when it gets cold. By the way, Fu Haitang is also going to the dinner tonight. This is not the capital. If you are too lazy to go in and socialize, just find a place to wait for me. ,OK?"

Chen Fang adjusted the corners of the skirt for her, checked the zipper and collar again, and then nodded: "I know, you don't have to worry about me."

Chen Fang drove the Beijing A Rolls-Royce, with Song Weiyu and Fu Haitang sitting in the back seat, and drove to Hangzhou University.

Secretary Li drove Song Jingming, and the two of them followed behind.

On the way, Song Jingming stared at the Rolls-Royce in front of him with gloomy eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the car, Fu Haitang leaned on his back and looked at Chen Fang's still carved face in the rearview mirror. He squinted his eyes dissatisfied: "Chen Fang, you look like this, how about I match you with a little star?"

"unnecessary."

Chen Fang glanced at the rearview mirror, and the two people's eyes collided. Smoke was everywhere, but no one dared to attack first. Song Weiyu coughed, and the two stopped.

When we arrived at Hangzhou University, all kinds of cars were already parked in the parking lot, and we met each other one by one, including familiar, unfamiliar, vengeful, and grudged faces from the upper class.