Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Jingming suddenly enjoyed taking care of Wen Ying.

It may be that she is overly controlling and doesn't want anyone to interfere with her affairs.

Gently wiping her delicate face, I felt more and more that her eyebrows, nose, lips were beautiful, and even the faint mole on the lower left corner of her mouth was very attractive.

He has been single for 28 years, and he never thought about whether there was something wrong with him before.

Not close to women, not close to men...

No desire, cold temperament...

Now that he met Wen Ying, he finally realized that everyone's love is determined by God. It's not that there's anything wrong with him, it's that his love, Shanshan, has arrived late.

But it’s finally here.

Therefore, he wished he could hold all the 28 years of silent love in front of Wen Ying and tell her arrogantly: "I belong to you, this is destined by God. You see, I am willing to wait for you in loneliness for 28 years, Now I can give you a complete me. So you have to cherish...you have to hold me well!"

Song Jingming looked at the cute girl in his arms, couldn't help but kiss her again, carried her to the hospital bed, and then wiped her feet carefully.

"I'll get your pajamas."

He opened the closet and found two sets of pajamas. Song Weiyu was fully prepared, with one set of pink and white and one set of dark gray, both for couples.

He quickly put on her pajamas, then pulled her slippers back to the bed and dressed her.

I have to say that her mother has really good taste. This pink and white nightgown made her fair and dazzling when she wore it. It's so white and tender, who can resist taking a few bites?

Song Jingming swallowed, feeling that he had drooled too much recently...

After being served, he sat by the bed and looked at her forehead. The gauze was soaked in water. He quickly called the nurse's station and said, "Please, please, the wound has been exposed to water. Please apply the medicine again."

As expected of a high-end ward in a private hospital, within five minutes of putting down the phone, the nurse came in with a smile on her face, no sign of impatience on her face. After a few words of comfort, he took off the gauze, applied anti-inflammatory medicine again, and replaced it with new gauze.

"Mr. Song, your arm is also stained with water. Let me take care of it for you too."

The nurse had a nice voice and touched Song Jingming's hand as she spoke.

Everyone knows that the man in this high-end ward is the second son of the Fu family. They also discussed privately how handsome Mr. Song was, with his tall figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist...hormones were overwhelming.

I saw the nurse was getting a little too close.

Song Jingming frowned and wanted to stop him. But then he thought of something and looked at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying seemed to be slow to react and was looking at his arm nervously. He was afraid that he had been too indulgent just now and really bumped into it.

I couldn't help but thank the nurse: "Thank you, nurse. He seemed to have really touched his arm just now. Please check him carefully to see if there is any injury."

Song Jingming was speechless. Didn't this woman see that the nurse was holding her hand tightly? Didn't she see that the nurse wanted to stuff her breasts into her hands?

Wen Ying still didn't respond and asked the nurse to be slow and careful.

Song Jingming pursed his lips helplessly. It was not a good thing that his girlfriend was too innocent. It seemed that he would have to keep himself out of trouble in the future. He deliberately said to her: "I can't help it. The bathroom floor is too slippery. I can't stand while holding you." stable…"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Ying suddenly blushed and secretly pinched his waist.

The nurse also paused for a moment and smiled awkwardly. He hurriedly reset him, turned around and left the ward.

"Song Jingming, you, you, you... don't speak openly in front of outsiders!"

Wen Ying was so angry that he wanted to get angry, but Song Jingming smiled happily and threw himself on the bed to rub his painful waist from her pinch. Fortunately, the bed was larger than that in an ordinary hospital and could accommodate two people.

After laughing for a long time, Song Jingming came to her side, hugged her and acted coquettishly: "How can you allow other women to touch me? Why aren't you jealous? You don't care about me too much."

Um? Wen Ying was dumbfounded.

"She...is a nurse. This is her job. Don't make trouble unreasonably."

"I'm being unreasonable? Wen Ying, that woman touched my hand just now! I'm still being unreasonable!" Song Jingming stood up suddenly, frowning with a displeased look on his face.

Wen Ying's face was a little stiff. This... the teacher never taught her boyfriend what to do when he is angry.

He is like a puppy, so just pet him?

Wen Ying stretched out her trembling hand to touch his half-wet and half-dry hair, and coaxed in a low voice: "Ah, okay, then I'll pay attention next time..."

Song Jingming rubbed his head against the palm of her hand, and then hugged her again: "That's pretty much it. Wen Ying, you'd better take me to heart, don't be confused and careless all day long, and don't even know you made me angry. "

Wen Ying chuckled softly and snuggled into his arms, feeling sleepy.

After a day of hard work, I was really tired, so I fell asleep after a while with my pillow on his arm.

At this time, Song Jingming's phone rang. It was Chen Fang: "Do you remember, the two kidnappers said today that the middleman seemed to be a woman."

Song Jingming glanced at the person who had fallen asleep in his arms, and lowered his voice and replied: "Remember, found it?"

"I didn't find it. The hidden number used by the other party. The two kidnappers also said that they only called once and there is no trace. So, you still have to be careful. When she is well, go back to the capital... and have the surgery. "

"understood."

Song Jingming hung up the phone and put the phone away.

He covered the person in his arms with a quilt. She was sleeping peacefully with her arms pillowed on her head. I couldn't help but touch her face and eyelashes. The corners of his mouth were curled up into a smile, and he was being carefully cared for.

At this moment, he had never been more satisfied. It is the happiness that career cannot give him.

In the past, he always laughed at the couples who showed affection in his circle of friends, and sneered: "What's the point of posting? We post it when we hold hands, we post it when we go shopping, and we post it when we eat. A group of two hundred and five people are really speechless."

But now, at this moment, he really wanted to be the one who posted on WeChat Moments. He couldn't wait to tell the whole world how satisfied and happy he was now.

However, it seems that he has never posted on Moments.

Song Jingming picked up his phone again and opened WeChat. Sure enough...it has never been sent, it is blank.

He carefully opened the camera and took a photo of Wen Ying nestled in his arms. Her skin was fair and smooth, her nose was small and upright, her hair was scattered randomly, but her lips were a little red from being kissed, and they were extremely sexy.

Song Jingming looked at the photos on his phone and couldn't help but feel angry again.

After thinking about it for a while, she covered Wen Ying's face with her hand that was in plaster, so that her face was blocked from the camera.

Another photo was taken.

This picture is quite memorable. One of the two is wearing pink and the other is wearing gray. One had a broken head and one had a broken arm.

Moreover, her face cannot be seen, so as not to let those people have wild imaginations. Song Jingming planned to post it. Seeing that other people would post a sentence on Moments, he frowned and thought for a moment.

Type solemnly: Raise a rabbit.

Published.

As soon as I put down my phone with satisfaction, it started ringing crazily again, all filled with WeChat messages, dozens of them crackling.