Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It's been a peaceful week.

Fu Haitang accompanies Song Weiyu to eat, drink and go shopping every day, and his mood feels much better.

Wen Ying had also been working in the hotel for five days and had not met Song Jingming, so he finally felt relieved. He talks and laughs with Zhao Kuo every day, as if he wants to forget what happened that night.

But in the past few days, Song Jingming heard a lot of rumors in the hotel.

Why, a female college student just came to the front office. She is very good-looking, with a small face and a big palm, and a good figure. It's a pity that she has a boyfriend, and her boyfriend is the classmate who works with her.

When employees passed on these messages, he made a point of listening.

Then I felt uncomfortable for several days.

And it gets better every day.

He had an old habit. Ever since he was a child, others were not allowed to touch the things he touched. This was true for those objects, let alone this woman.

It's still the first time for a woman.

Somehow, he always felt that this woman should belong to him. Although I have been trying my best to correct this idea in the past two days, I feel uncomfortable no matter what, and my heart is spinning with discomfort.

Especially after hearing the employees talk about her having a boyfriend, Song Jingming felt like a deflated balloon. She felt a little dry and depressed, and her temper became irritable.

So I secretly watched the two of them several times on the second floor. The boy was about the same age as her, and they seemed to be a good match. The same age, the same youth.

Unlike myself, who is in her twenties to put it nicely, that is Ben San.

Song Jingming unknowingly came to the second floor again, stood on the marble tiles with his lips pursed, looking down at the first floor with an expressionless face, staring at the two people.

Wen Yingzheng and Zhao Kuo stood at the door to greet the guests. With their two young faces, you looked at me and I looked at you, very ambiguous.

But who has never been young? Although I am 28 this year, am I only 7.8.9 years older than you?

A man is worth 30.

But his flower was picked by someone, and that person just wanted to escape. She lowered her head, stretched out her shirt and looked inside. Before the marks on her body were gone, she was smiling happily with other men.

I felt very uncomfortable.

His face became more gloomy, and he pursed his lips and stared at the door.

Wen Ying seemed to feel the sight coming from the second floor, hesitantly looked back, and happened to meet Song Jingming's eyes.

Their eyes met, and both of them were stunned.

Song Jingming's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if his heart was about to jump out of his mouth. He quickly turned around and turned his back to the glass fence to calm down.

…This is the first time I’m so worthless.

Just as I was about to lift my legs and walk away, there was a noise downstairs and someone was drunk.

This kind of thing happened every day, and Song Jingming didn't care at all. There were layers of subordinates in between, so someone would take care of it.

However, Wen Ying's exclamation came.

Song Jingming's heart stopped for a beat. He subconsciously looked downstairs and saw a pig-like man falling to the ground. His face was red. He must have drunk too much. She was lying on the ground, reaching out to pull Wen Ying, his dirty hands tightly clasping her thin ankles.

Seeing Wen Ying tripped and fell, the drunk man held Wen Ying's fair and delicate calf with one hand and kissed it.

Zhao Kuo was dumbfounded and hurriedly pushed the drunk man away. Several security guards also rushed over to help.

But the drunkard refused to give in. He used all his strength to hold Wen Ying's ankle, and kept shouting: "Do you know who I am? If you dare to push me like this, I will ask you all to go to jail."

"You little bitch is so pretty, aren't you just waiting for me to touch you? Why are you pretending? Just sleep with me for one night. I'll give you whatever you want!"

Song Jingming didn't know where the anger came from, and he didn't know why his heart beat faster. He knew he had to get through it.

Go straight down the stairs and walk through the lobby with a dark face.

It was the first time the front office employee saw his boss coming to take care of this matter, so he hurriedly called the manager on duty.

He quickly rushed to Wen Ying's side. He stared at the drunk man with his eyes, and then stared at the hands holding her ankles, feeling that something of his own had been touched.

With a sinister look in his eyes, he stepped on it without mercy, and then crushed it with all his strength.

The pig-headed man screamed heartbreakingly: "Who the hell dares to step on me? Let go of your foot. Damn you. My hands are going to be useless."

The sharp pain on his wrist made the pig-headed man let go.

Song Jingming immediately picked up Wen Ying and held her hand tightly without letting go. Instead, he crushed it with stronger force.

Wen Ying was so frightened that his whole body was shaking.

Song Jingming felt her trembling, so he naturally took off his suit and put it on her body. Instead, he put one hand around Wen Ying's waist to protect him in his arms, while stepping on the person under his feet even harder.

Everyone around was stunned. When did Mr. Song take care of these things?

Not to mention hugging this girl.

The pig-headed man on the ground got angry and shouted drunkenly: "Who are you? You dare to steal a woman from me? Do you know who my father is?"

Song Jingming couldn't listen to anything, his face was expressionless and his lips were pursed tightly.

She went to crush his hand like crazy, only to see that it was broken and bleeding was about to ooze out. Only then did the front office manager react and came up to remind: "Mr. Song, don't step on it, his wrist is broken."

The front office manager has worked here for five years and has never seen Song Jingming's face so violent.

He still didn't let go.

After hearing the manager's reminder, Wen Ying came to her senses and subconsciously tugged on the shirt on Song Jingming's chest. She raised her head to look at the man's chin close at hand, tugged and softly said:

"Let go and stop stepping on it."

Hearing a slight sound coming from his arms, Song Jingming came back to his senses and raised his feet.

The man on the ground was in pain and was sweating all over his head. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and shouted, "Do you know who my father is? I can't spare you."

Song Jingming sneered: "Of course I know who your father is. The son of the director of the police station dares to come here and act wild. Call the police and let his father handle it. At the same time, call the city bureau and get the fucking director to me. Call!"

At the end of the sentence, Song Jingming roared, his face so cold that it was scary. Wen Ying, who was in his arms, was also startled, holding on to his shirt and shivering.

Song Jingming felt the person in his arms shaking. He looked down and saw tears in the corners of her eyes. He felt uncomfortable for a moment, as if... it hurt a little.

But he didn't know what to do if a woman cried.

The pig-headed man was half awake and his wrists were horribly swollen, but he couldn't care less.

He hurriedly begged for mercy: "Mr. Song, don't call me Director. I was wrong. I shouldn't have caused trouble here. I drank too much and my brain was damaged. Your Excellency has a lot of..."

She turned back to apologize to Wen Ying, but she was so frightened that she stepped back and shrank deeper into Song Jingming's arms.

Song Jingming tightened his grip on her back and kicked her away. Then he half-hugged the person in his arms with greater strength, trying to stop her from shaking.

Wen Ying pressed against him, feeling his support from behind, feeling the security of being enclosed, and then felt a little relieved.

But as if he suddenly had someone to rely on, he felt even more aggrieved.

Wen Ying's eyes turned red, but she tried her best to endure it out of habit and not let her tears gather.

But when this scene fell into Song Jingming's eyes, he was already crying. He frowned, really not knowing how to comfort her.

He growled in a calm voice: "I'm here, why are you crying?"