Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Uncle Chen! No!"

Wen Ying, who had closed his eyes and dared not let out a breath, suddenly widened his eyes and shouted with all his strength. The force was so strong that the smell of blood came out of his throat.

Chen Fang was suddenly stunned. He never thought that this girl, who had always been timid and obedient, could risk her life so much for himself.

Wen Ying pressed his head against the shotgun and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Kill me! Shoot! You coward!"

Heilin was startled by her sudden voice, and his finger subconsciously pulled the trigger.

boom! …

The police car arrived. The moment Song Jingming and Lu Cheng got out of the car, they heard the sound of gunshots. They paused slightly and immediately ran madly towards the location where the sound came from.

The policeman drew his pistol and followed him with solemn expressions.

In the room, Heilin had a saber stuck in the middle of his eyebrows, and it slowly fell to the ground against the wall, refusing to close his eyes.

Next to her lay Wen Ying, who was breathing weakly.

Chen Fang approached her and squatted down to check her pulse. The moment Song Jingming rushed in, he saw this scene.

His body was lying softly on the cement floor, his pale face was lifeless, and his forehead was covered with blood scabs. The chest didn't seem to rise and fall, just as light as a feather.

His legs suddenly felt heavy, his whole body seemed to be stiff, his mind went blank, and there was only a harsh tinnitus in his ears.

Lu Cheng ran over, picked up Wen Ying, and ran out again.

"Song Jingming, cheer up, the ambulance will be here soon! She's not dead yet!"

She's not dead yet. These words were like the Buddha's light of redemption, knocking back Song Jingming's soul that was about to leave his body.

He turned around in a hurry and followed Lu Cheng quickly, and the two of them got into the ambulance.

Police cars arrived one after another, taking hostages at gunpoint. This was a serious case, and the director was here.

He took a deep look at Chen Fang and asked the police to protect the scene and take photos to collect evidence. After turning around and leaving the scene, the two of them were silent at the foot of the wall 20 meters away.

Under the sun, a police uniform and a suit.

Chen Fang put his hands in his trousers pockets and looked at the time. It was almost the four hours he promised Song Weiyu. There was impatience on his face: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. I still have to go to the hospital."

"I told you from above that you have a special status, so don't take action easily. Besides, just leave this kind of little guy to us."

"This time is different. The hostage is the girlfriend of our second son."

The two did not talk to each other again, and Chen Fang left with A Xiao and A Lin.

Ah Xiao'alin got on the off-road vehicle and disappeared at the end of the road. Chen Fang was speeding on the way to the hospital, twirling his fingers and frowning.

The words Wen Ying shouted before the bullet rang out echoed in his ears: "Uncle Chen, no." He really didn't expect that this weak and timid girl could protect him at a critical moment, regardless of her own life.

He then thought about the backward small mountain village where Wen Ying's family lived, and recalled that the village chief said that she had been abandoned by her parents since she was a child and almost died several times.

What a tough girl this is...born in hardship, yet emerges from the mire untainted. He couldn't help feeling a little distressed, but he instantly felt that this girl and Song Jingming were a perfect match.

A pathologically controlling person who just wants to keep one person tightly tied. A deeply insecure person who was never favored.

The two seemed made for each other.

When the four hours were up, Song Weiyu's phone rang immediately, and he asked, "Chen Fang, where are you? Are you injured? Is Wen Ying injured? Is Song Jingming injured?"

Chen Fang finally showed a smile on his gloomy face, and said dotingly: "It's okay, Wen Ying's head injury is not serious. I will go back to the hotel to pick you up now."

"You don't have to pick me up. The driver will take me there faster. We'll meet at the hospital."

At the hospital, Wen Ying had just completed a physical examination.

Li He frowned and looked at Song Jingming in a state of embarrassment.

I have never seen him so unkempt, and he comforted her with distress: "It's okay, her forehead is traumatized, and she has a slight concussion. She fainted because she was in poor health. I really don't understand, how can she still be malnourished while following you? Look at her, she's so thin I have to go with a quail..."

Song Jingming raised his head, and Li He saw that he had cried.

"Boy, why are you crying! Oh my god... I have to take a video of you. This is the first time I saw you cry. I have to send it to your mother."

After that, Li He picked up his phone and was about to take a photo, but a tall body behind him grabbed his neck and pushed him away.

Chen Fang glanced at Li He, turned around and rubbed Song Jingming's head. Of course, he could personally understand how Song Jingming felt at this time. Song Weiyu was kidnapped twice, and each time he felt worse than death, blaming himself, regretting, hating himself...

The mixture of emotions was indescribably painful.

"Don't think about it. She'll wake up soon. Don't let her see you so fragile."

Song Jingming nodded, washed his face in the ward, and then sat beside her bed, holding her lifeless hand in a daze.

Lu Cheng sat on the sofa behind him, crossing his legs and looking solemn.

"Song Jingming, you should consider leaving her."

Song Jingming said nothing, lowered his head and his eyes were red again. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had never been so frustrated when the stock market fell to its limit one after another. It seemed that he was particularly sentimental and emotionally unstable in front of Wen Ying.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Lu Cheng continued: "For her own good, you should stay away from him. Your circle is too complicated. Have you ever thought about how many people are watching her eagerly... How can she withstand such a danger again? What?"

Song Jingming's Adam's apple rolled, and he held Wen Ying's hand, trembling a little.

There was something in my heart, and tears fell heavily on the back of Wen Ying's hand, hot and solemn.

In front of her, he was really not the condescending second son of the Fu family, nor was he the arrogant Mr. Song. He is just him, Song Jingming.

The person on the bed seemed to feel his sadness and heartache. He moved his fingertips slightly, frowned and muttered: "Song Jingming, don't come. Song Jingming... don't come."

When Song Weiyu arrived, he saw this scene.

She was a little moved and stopped trying to comfort Song Jingming. She felt that the two of them should be left alone now. Maybe after this time, the two of them would truly realize the importance of each other.

In the face of life, all difficulties can be overcome.

She walked out of the door gently, holding Chen Fang's hand, not minding Li He's expression as if he had eaten fly shit. Link your fingers with him and walk to the elevator.

One of the two was tall and straight, the other was gentle and charming. Li He actually felt that they were somewhat harmonious.

But in the end he shook his head, sighed and returned to the office. There is no turning back in life. Whether you are a homeless man on the street corner or a nobleman in Beijing, you can always look back, but you cannot go back.

In the ward, Lu Cheng also heard Wen Ying's murmuring. He clenched his fists and didn't want to admit that he lost. He got up and walked outside the ward and said, "Song Jingming, think carefully about what I said."

Song Jingming raised his head and touched Wen Ying's face with tears in his eyes. It was pale and sickly, but soft and delicate. It was love at first sight and his preferred exception.

How could he let go?