Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying shook her head hastily. She hasn't earned the tuition for next semester yet! No need to think about it, it must have been Song Jingming, and he was the only one who could make the school exceed the meal card recharge limit.

Amid the strange looks from others, Wen Ying took back her meal card and went to find Song Jingming with her dinner plate. From a distance, there was a bowl of seaweed soup on the table. Song Jingming had already drank half of the bowl.

Wen Ying was curious: "Did you make the seaweed soup yourself?"

Song Jingming's voice was a little low, and his eyes were moist, and he said softly: "So the seaweed soup in your school tastes so bad."

He heard Secretary Li say that sometimes Wen Ying was really poor, so he would buy a steamed bun and eat it with seaweed soup.

Wen Ying looked at the half-bowl of thin seaweed soup and felt a shiver in his heart. It turned out that he wanted to taste the seaweed soup he drank every day.

This man looks very tough, but he is careful and soft at heart.

Wen Ying took the seaweed soup, put the food between the two of them, and comforted: "In the future, I will not only be able to drink seaweed soup. I just saw that there was a lot of money in the meal card. I plan to eat all the dishes in the cafeteria." .”

She smiled happily by the window and did not pretend to return the money in her meal card.

He loves her and she accepts it.

Song Jingming also smiled, looking at her sickly little face, his heart was as soft as the warm autumn sun outside the window, constantly rippling. He thought that if her parents failed to raise her well, then he would take over and he would raise his girl to be the most carefree person in the world.

Whether she wanted it or not, he would give it to her as long as he had it.

The two of them were eating together. Perhaps Song Jingming kept chanting Zhao Kuo's name in his heart, but he actually met Zhao Kuo.

"Wen Ying, are you discharged from the hospital? Let's eat together."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Kuo sat down next to Wen Ying with a dinner plate. Opposite him was Song Jingming. Wen Ying glanced at Zhao Kuo blankly for a few times, swallowed the vegetables in his mouth, and said hello with some embarrassment.

"Senior, what a coincidence...you are here to eat too."

Zhao Kuo smiled at her, looked up at Song Jingming, and said politely: "Why is Mr. Song at school? Can a person with Mr. Song's status be used to eating in our school cafeteria?"

After saying that, he took a piece of chicken from his plate and gave it to Wen Ying, and thoughtfully said, "You like this the most, eat more."

Wen Ying watched Song Jingming's expression change.

He put down his chopsticks and leaned on the back of his chair, his displeasure clearly evident in his eyes. Staring at Zhao Kuo's young and sunny face, he sneered: "I'm not used to eating, so I plan to open a separate restaurant in your school to serve my girlfriend."

Zhao Kuo nodded and said with a smile: "Mr. Song is indeed a generous person. It really puts me at a distance from ordinary students like Wen Ying." After saying that, he started to eat, not caring about Song Jingming's eyes that were about to burst into flames.

Song Jingming suddenly felt uncomfortable all over. He unbuttoned two shirt buttons and placed one hand on the back of the seat next to him. His eyes flickered between Wen Ying and Zhao Kuo.

She looks really young. She is 20 years old, green and energetic. One has long flowing hair, and the other has clean short hair, but why do they seem to be so unhappy with each other?

Song Jingming crossed his hands on his chest and his face became darker. But to outsiders, his attitude is like a parent catching a child in early love...

Zhao Kuo gave Wen Ying some chicken again: "Why don't you eat it? Did you have a bad appetite just after you were discharged from the hospital?"

Wen Ying stared at the chicken on the plate. She definitely didn't dare to eat it. If she ate it, Song Jingming would overturn the table. But don’t eat... After all, Zhao Kuo is a senior whom I have known for more than a year, and we usually have a good relationship with him.

We are in a dilemma. Song Jingming picked up his chopsticks and ate all the chicken on Wen Ying's plate.

How could he bear to embarrass her?

Wen Ying looked at Song Jingming's displeased and cold expression, but patiently chewing chicken, and suddenly understood why she liked this man who was 7.8 years older.

Just like now, Zhao Kuo ignored her difficulties and insisted on sandwiching her between the two, forcing her to make a choice.

Song Jingming, on the other hand, would only help himself solve his problems. He knew that he was in trouble, and he even calmly solved his troubles even when he was extremely unhappy.

Facing such a man, how could she not be moved?

Zhao Kuo watched Song Jingming pick up the chicken, and smiled with something in his words: "Mr. Song is so domineering, why do you always steal other people's things?"

Steal other people's things? Did he mean Wen Ying?

Song Jingming sneered: "There is no way, I have this condition. Of course you are welcome to take it back."

Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two of them, Wen Ying finished the half bowl of seaweed soup. She didn't want to dwell on these meaningless things. Since she decided to be with Song Jingming last night, she should admit it openly.

He stood up and took Song Jingming's hand, and said to Zhao Kuo with a smile: "Senior, my boyfriend and I are leaving first. We will get together next time when we have time. Bye."

After saying that, he took Song Jingming to pour the dinner plates.

Only then did Song Jingming smile. Seeing Wen Ying's slender hand tightly clasping his own, he felt inexplicably relieved. He shook his hand and responded to her, never having thought that Song Jingming needed a woman to give him peace of mind.

It seems that it makes sense for all things to be in conflict with each other.

The two held hands and walked to the school gate, where Secretary Li was already waiting. Song Jingming told me repeatedly that if you are not happy at school, don’t stay there. If you have anything to do, call me immediately. If you feel wronged, tell me immediately!

His mother-in-law's.

Wen Ying smiled and kept nodding in agreement with him. It seems that life was not so troublesome before I met him.

It turns out that being worried and remembered by others is such a feeling, and my heart is so full that it feels like it is about to overflow.

Watching Song Jingming's Maybach speed away and disappear at the end of the road, Wen Ying seemed to feel a little uncomfortable. He left, taking with him a piece of softness in his heart.

The phone rang, and it was my father again.

"Wen Ying, don't waste your time. I already know that you are dating a very wealthy man. You should hurry up and go home today! If I don't see you in two days, I will go to school and sue your wealthy man for rape!"

Before Wen Ying could reply, his father hung up.

As soon as Wen Ying came out of Song Jingming's safe and warm embrace, she fell into the ice cave, but now she was almost certain that Wan He must have done it.

She turned on her phone and immediately bought a train ticket to Beicheng. It takes more than ten hours to get to the city, then a four-hour bus ride to the county, and finally a taxi back to the village.

After booking the ticket, Wen Ying hesitated whether to tell Song Jingming.

But how to speak? She had just put down her inferiority complex and guarded heart, and embraced love cautiously. Before she can completely break free from the web of low self-esteem, she has to face her dirty father's brutal treatment of her lover.

Wen Ying was uneasy, hesitated again and again, and put down the phone. Inferiority made her stagnate, and dignity made her turn around and escape.

I went back to the dormitory, packed my things, and rushed to the train station. It's just that she forgot that Chen Fang's people have been secretly protecting her.