Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She didn't speak, her hands were folded in front of her belly, and she looked like she could do whatever you wanted.

She's always like this.

Fu Haitang glanced at the elevator numbers and swallowed. If she didn't speak, he couldn't pry her mouth open.

"Don't let me feel that you are thinking about someone else, Mrs. Fu." After saying that, he stretched out a hand, grabbed her waist, and squeezed hard.

Song Weiyu was in pain and said angrily: "Fu Haitang, what kind of evil vinegar are you eating again! Why don't you just stop opening a hotel? I think you can make vinegar and sell it on the market!"

"What's the point of going public? I'd rather fuck you...Ci'ao, kick me again!"

Before Fu Haitang's obscene words could be spoken, Song Weiyu kicked him hard and stepped out of the elevator.

The butler holding the suitcase was already waiting at the door. He watched the boss grinning and rubbing his knees as he walked out of the elevator. He hurriedly asked: "Director Fu, are you knocked out? I'll call a doctor for you!"

"Huh? Okay, call someone who can cure heartbreak. After he's cured, I'll send him to the hotel."

housekeeper:……

Song Weiyu looked at the housekeeper's bewildered face and said casually: "If there is a veterinarian, call him. If not, go and get busy. If he gets sick and bites you later, it will be considered a work-related injury."

The housekeeper smiled colorfully and hurriedly left the 38th floor.

On the 38th floor, in addition to Song Jingming's room, there are four oversized flat floors.

Fu Haitang and Song Weiyu live in the same room, Fu Chunhe lives in the same room, and Song Lianfu lives in the same room. In the other room is the person who didn't come today.

This is the tradition every time the Fu family opens a hotel, the top floor must be the Fu family's private club.

Fu Haitang smiled slightly and looked at the dust on his trousers. At least she had spoken, right? Licking his lips gently, he unbuttoned his suit and followed her.

"Honey, why are you going to the second child's room..."

In the room, a trace of light red blood and an ambiguous milky white color were particularly obvious on the dark sheets...

Song Weiyu's eyes widened for a moment and he threw the bag to Fu Haitang behind him.

He leaned against the door and watched with a smile as she rummaged through the bedside like a hound, then rummaged under the bed and in the closet.

The room service couldn't stand it anymore: "Director Song, you can actually check the surveillance on the 38th floor last night."

"Yes, surveillance... Fu Haitang, find someone to check the surveillance."

"Okay, check." He drawled his voice, still smiling.

……

In the CEO's office, Song Jingming was spinning his pen and wondering why his mother didn't come to cause trouble. Then the door was pushed open: "Song Jingming, your mother, I'm here."

Song Jingming raised his eyes and looked behind her again. A trace of unknown emotion appeared in his eyes: "Did you do it yourself?"

Song Weiyu smiled slightly: "And your dad."

Song Jingming lowered his eyebrows and hid the emotions in his eyes in the shadows. He turned his pen and asked softly: "What about him? Why didn't he come to Hangzhou with you? Can he feel relieved?"

"Why don't you worry? Your dad is like a cucumber that has been pickled in a vinegar vat for half a year. Hiss...Fu Haitang's ancestral home is not in Shanxi, right! He's jealous..."

Before Song Jingming could laugh out loud, Fu Haitang's voice came from outside the door.

"You call me a cucumber? Praise me or hurt me?"

……

Song Weiyu blushed and glanced at him fiercely. She sat on the sofa and took out her mobile phone to make a call: "Sisters, I'm coming to Hangzhou. There's a party on the roof of the hotel tonight. Are you coming?"

"Yeah, I'll definitely go then! Let's have a good drink and have fun tonight. Oh, by the way, is Brother Chen here too?"

Song Weiyu glanced at Fu Haitang, covered his phone and whispered: "He didn't come, no one will care about me tonight. You call a few of the most expensive male models in Hangzhou, and then call the other sisters, let's not get drunk." Come home..."

She hung up.

Fu Haitang lowered his eyebrows, put the tip of his tongue against his cheek, and tightened his chin to express his current displeasure.

It's not because of the male model, but because of her words, 'He didn't come, no one will care about me tonight.'

Normally, Fu Haitang would not join in the fun at Song Weiyu's drinking party. It's nothing more than a boring game of a few women with money but nowhere to throw it, carrying a box of cash and stuffing money into the crotch of a male model.

And he knew that Song Weiyu would not take action.

On the one hand, it's because Song Weiyu has such a high vision that she doesn't even look at those first-line actors, let alone these wild models.

On the other hand, the person named Chen must be watching her every move from the most secret corner. If she dares to touch her hands on the male model, then the male model will have to find another job.

But tonight, Fu Haitang had the idea of ​​going up and taking a look.

He wanted to see how crazy this Bianpo, who held hundreds of billions, could be without someone named Chen in charge.

Song Weiyu put away his mobile phone, walked to Song Jingming's desk, crossed his arms and looked up and down and said:

"I have done a lot of evil in my life, so I gave birth to three sons."

"Fortunately, in the past few years, your mother and I have donated money and knocked on wooden fish, so that you could lose your virginity at the age of 28."

"So, I hope you will firmly seize this hard-won opportunity, and don't act like your cerebellum has degenerated every day by buying hotels all over Asia. Take it easy, our family is not short of money, but we have a daughter-in-law!"

……

Song Jingming knew that she was going to mention what happened last night, so he huddled in the boss's chair with a gloomy expression on his face and said nothing.

"Second brother, don't say anything. You have to be responsible for this girl. This is my first time!"

"It's my first time too!"

After hearing this, Song Weiyu had a strange look on his face: "Oh, I admit that a man's innocence is the best dowry, but you don't have to be so proud."

Song Jingming was completely impatient: "I know, I know, I'm looking for it! I found it right away, and I'll get the certificate tomorrow! I'll give you 12 fat granddaughters the day after tomorrow!"

Song Weiyu clicked his tongue: "I think you've lost your innocence, but your brain."

After saying that, she walked out the door. At the moment, happiness was more important than her son. She was busy preparing things for the party.

Song Jingming watched the two people go out one after another, stood up and pondered.

That woman, Si Tang, disappeared overnight, and she disappeared to no one knows where. Could it be that he, Song Jingming, is some kind of wolf, tiger, and leopard, and he has no need to hide like this?

He squinted and couldn't understand why the women who were waiting to sleep in Song Jingming's bed were lined up 800 times from here to France and back. How could they be so gentle and welcoming...

Suddenly, he looked down at the zipper of his trousers. After 28 years of setting his sights high, he had doubts about himself for the first time.

Open Baidu and search: "Normal length of time for a man's first time."

……

At this time, Secretary Li was sending a message to Song Weiyu.

[Wen Ying, a sophomore at Hangcheng University, a poor psychology student, has received two first-class scholarships...but his family conditions are not good and he has been looking for odd jobs. 】

Song Weiyu immediately replied: The peak season is here. Recruit 5 hourly workers for me, and I want them from Hangcheng University.

"Roger that!"

Song Weiyu thought that relationships couldn't be settled overnight. Since there was a girl with Song Jingming's blood in front of him, why not just tie the two of them together and try, maybe it would work out.

There is a great truth to this saying that love grows over time.

Secretary Li works very quickly.

In the afternoon, Li Ruoting saw the recruitment notice on the post bar! Hourly work, 2 hours a night, 100 yuan.

A huge sum of money! Sign up now.

Then he excitedly asked Wen Ying to take credit: "Wen Ying, I found a part-time job. I work 2 hours a day and get 100 yuan! I signed up for you..."

Wen Ying looked at the WeChat message sent on her phone. Before she could get over her joy, she realized it was Zhonghe Hotel.

Isn’t it Zhonghe Hotel? Mr. Song's hotel?

That ridiculous night immediately came to mind.

"I'm not going, you go."

Putting down the phone, Wen Ying felt some inexplicable uneasiness in her heart. This feeling had never happened before, as if a very thin spider thread had circled around her heart, trembling and breaking as her heart beat.

It was so amazing. She touched her suddenly hot face, and the clear words in front of her eyes became complicated and blurry, and she couldn't read a single word.

It seems that these words will combine themselves into the three characters Mr. Song.

Immediately, Song Jingming's handsome and dignified face appeared in her mind. Then his suit, his shirt...

Under his shirt were well-defined muscles and a strong waist. In the end, it all turned into his muffled breathing and roaring in her ears...

Wen Ying suddenly tightened her clothes. She didn't understand why her heart felt like an earthquake just after spending the night with Song Jingming.

The phone rang again and she was startled.

Li Ruoting: "Senior Zhao Kuo is also going, and the three of us will accompany him."

Zhao Kuo was Wen Ying's senior and took great care of Wen Ying. Be worthy of the name of sunshine and confidence, with fair and delicate skin. And he is a local city boy who is very popular with female classmates in school. But he only hung around Wen Ying, accompanying her to meals, classes, and going to the library.

With Zhao Kuo around, she felt more at ease. And at present, for the poor Wen Yingying, the temptation of 100 yuan is too great. She can only comfort herself by thinking that Mr. Song is the boss and should not care about poor students working part-time.

"Well, let's sign up first."

After replying to the message, an unknown uneasiness spread in Wen Ying's heart. At this moment, she only hoped that she would never run into Song Jingming.