Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Song Jingming was startled and quickly muted his voice. The person in his arms frowned, and he patted her gently before falling asleep again.

He could totally imagine who sent him the message. It's nothing more than the princelings he's known since childhood and the women waiting to crawl into his bed.

Picking up the phone, more than a dozen people popped up on WeChat, sending dozens of WeChat messages.

Lin Zhisong was the first: "She looks so skinny, is she your child bride? Have you made it official?"

Song Jingming replied calmly: "Yes."

After looking around, he found that they were all good people in the circle. According to his previous temperament, he would definitely not even look at them.

But now, he wants to reply one by one!

The boss of the Shao family, Shao Yi: "? What's going on? I can see it. This couple is pretending..."

Song Jingming smiled: "Brother Shao, girlfriend. I will return to Beijing in a few days and bring someone to meet you."

Shao Yi: "Are you serious?"

Song Jingming: "Yeah, seriously."

I dismissed a group of friends and saw that the number of comments in the circle of friends reached 100+. Most of them are likes, and most people are still waiting and watching, afraid to ask.

Those who dare to leave messages are friends in the circle.

"Is your girlfriend real or fake? Amitabha, Monk Song, don't make such a joke!"

"It's true, brother. I thought you would be alone all your life."

"No, is this fake? Did Aunt Song force you to post it?"

"Let's break up, everyone, it must be a lie. I won't believe it unless you take him back to Beijing and show it to everyone."

……

Song Jingming smiled and replied: "Unified reply, really."

Then he turned off his cell phone and fell asleep cuddling his rabbit with satisfaction.

The next day, the air of late summer and early autumn was filled with a sense of laziness and comfort, which made people couldn't help but lie in the quilt for a while longer.

Wen Ying hummed and was half asleep. She put her hands on his strong waist and shrank into his arms. She only felt that this embrace was gentle and safe, and very attractive.

Song Jingming had woken up a long time ago, helplessly watching this person rubbing against her, and whispered in her ear: "Stop shrinking, don't you feel something pushing against you?"

Um? Wen Ying narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the man close at hand in a daze.

It's really nice to see that he doesn't have any blemishes and his skin is also delicate, except that it's not that fair. She couldn't help but take out a hand to touch his chin, the stubble was a bit irritating...

Song Jingming looked at her half asleep and half awake, and was completely defeated. He took her hand and put it under the quilt: "Come on, come on, classmate Wen, touch here."

Wen Ying was aroused by the scorching heat, and immediately buried her head in his chest and pretended to be dead, muttering: "This is not a good morning..."

Song Jingming smiled softly, looked at the time, and gently stroked her back: "You can sleep for another half hour, and I will call you later."

The person in his arms didn't move. While holding her in his arms, he watched the updates in his circle of friends after he went to bed last night.

Lin Zhisong was still gossiping: "Brother, I will go to the hospital to see you today."

Song Jingming replied: "That group of people sent you here, right? They can't get out of the capital, so they sent you, the vanguard in Hangzhou?"

Lin Zhisong sent an expression: "Brother, can I go?"

"No. Let's talk about it later when we return to Beijing during the Chinese New Year. I have to stay with you for more than ten days from the first to the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year..."

People in their circle have a rule that has been passed down from the previous life. Every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the whole family must go to Mingshan Temple to offer incense.

In the past, the order was based on seniority. Whoever's family had a great business or whose father had a high status would offer incense first.

So when Song Weiyu and the others were young, they often fought fiercely in order to earn their reputation.

However, in the past ten years or so, no one cares about who burns incense first, as if no one can get up in the morning. Whoever's family gathers together first will go to burn incense first.

So much so that in the early morning hours from the first day to the fifteenth day of every year, in the main hall of Mingshan Temple, you can see the meticulous princelings who used to be in suits and leather shoes, sleepy-eyed and holding chicken coops on their heads, getting up in the middle of the night with their parents and grandparents to burn incense.

Not only the first day of junior high school, but they also have to stay at Mingshan Temple from the first day of junior high school to the fifteenth day of junior high school.

Moreover, I could only eat the vegetarian food in the temple every day, and I had to listen to the master's sermons for two hours in the morning and afternoon.

These juniors had discussed in private that it must be because those people in the previous life had done so many things for their own sakes that they cherished their lives so much.

However, the abbot monks in Mingshan Temple have become accustomed to strictly controlling those who enter the temple from the first to the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year every year. After all, the money these people donated by staying in the temple for fifteen days was more than a year's worth of sesame oil.

Song Jingming pushed Lin Zhisong away, and replied to those important people with whom he had good relations, one by one, and ignored others.

Seeing that the time was approaching seven-thirty, he put down the phone and coaxed her to get up: "The doctor will come to give you an infusion soon. How about you get up and wash your face? You can go back to sleep while the infusion is taking place..."

His voice was so soft that he was not used to it.

The man in his chest agreed in a muffled voice and got up in a daze. I went to the bathroom with my hair hanging. After brushing my teeth, I wiped it with water and went to the table.

Song Jingming has already prepared breakfast.

It was the first time in Wen Ying's life that someone took care of him like this. Apart from being uncomfortable with it, he was also touched. She didn't expect that someone like Song Jingming could do everything in detail.

Maybe love is like this, allowing people to unlock many skills without even realizing it.

But there were too many meals, and seven or eight kinds were not eaten.

Wen Ying stared at the sandwich in her hand and couldn't eat it anymore. It's such a shame to waste it...

Song Jingming drank the coffee and said naturally: "Are you full? Give it to me."

As he said that, he took the sandwich that Wen Ying had taken several bites and ate it without leaving any bit. Wen Ying finished drinking the milk and said, "Don't buy so much in the future. It will be wasted if you can't finish it... Keep the rest. I see there is a microwave in the kitchen. Let's heat it up for lunch."

Song Jingming nodded, he was used to Wen Ying's frugal life attitude. He pinched her face before starting to clear the table.

He never did these things in the past, and he didn't even notice them at all. But in front of Wen Ying, it seemed that his eyes suddenly came alive.

I wish I could do everything for her.

As soon as he finished cleaning up, Song Jingming picked up the phone: "Secretary Li, I'm staying in the hospital recently. Documents that are not urgent will be postponed later, and documents that are urgent will be brought directly to the hospital for approval."

Secretary Li agreed repeatedly on the other end.

The stuff was delivered shortly.

Wen Ying was lying on the hospital bed having an infusion. Seeing him come in, she said obediently: "Good morning, Manager Li..."

Secretary Li is very fond of her because Wen Ying always calls him manager instead of secretary.

He looked at the ward and remembered that Song Jingming was lying here last time, with Wen Ying carefully taking care of him.

At that time, he thought that the two of them would never develop further.

Unexpectedly, things have changed. Now Wen Ying was lying on it, and Song Jingming was taking care of her carefully.

"Take care of yourself, Mr. Wen. I've asked for leave from school. I've told your instructor that you won't be staying in the dormitory at night from now until the winter vacation."

Ok?

Wen Ying's eyes suddenly opened wide: "Where will I sleep if I don't go back to the dormitory?"

Secretary Li looked at Song Jingming and pursed his lips: "Mr. Song arranged this, please ask Mr. Song. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After that, he quickly closed the door and ran away.

Wen Ying looked at Song Jingming who was immersed in studying the contract and said angrily: "Song Jingming, are you like this..."

She thought for a long time and finally thought of the right words.

"Are you being too strict?"