My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Yin Muchen listened to the corner of her lips and smiled, smiling deeply, but she was really pleased, and Yingqi's eyebrows were slightly raised.

At this time Liu Caizhe said, "Uncle and aunt, since everything has been dealt with, the two may wish to go back to rest earlier, I will send you a car?"

"No need, we have a car, then at twilight, we will not disturb you, 88." The two went out happily.

...

The two left, the study door was closed, Liu Caizhe put the information on the table, and laughed, "Twilight, you promised so easily, one or two, you are not afraid that this couple is a bottomless pit?"

"Well ..." Yin Muchen went to ash the ash and snorted casually, "What are you afraid of, a little money, am I still young and making money?"

Liu Caizhe listened to his lazy tone and couldn't guess what he was thinking. He said, "This couple is also really good. They are not their own son or even their own son. They are also the chief executive of a company and a celebrity in T city. That sour I want to vomit, and I can't wait to move the ashtray in front of you, the atmosphere of the city is too strong. "

Yin Muchen didn't speak, he was smoking, the handsome features were hidden in the smoke, dim and deep, not showing the mountains or the water.

Liu Caizhe watched his face, and then leaned down and joked, "Although the Yin family is so bad, this Miss Qianjin is really good. I don't know what name this couple wants to climb with this daughter."

Yin Muchen smoked his hand, and raised his eyebrows at him, "very interested?"

Liu Caizhe took his hand to the bottom of his eyes, and he raised his hand to surrender. "Not interested, I'm afraid ... some people should be interested."

Yin Muchen's ink eyes bumped into Liu Caizhe. Liu Caizhe was interesting in his smile. Yin Muchen understood that he took the last cigarette and annihilated it in the ashtray. Two words, "Work!"

...

At 11 o'clock in the evening after work, Yin Muchen returned to her bedroom, took a bath and walked out of the bathroom.

His hair was a bit wet. He wore a burgundy silk pajamas, and the straps on the waist of the pajamas were casually tied, revealing more than half of his chest. The tiny water marks were still flowing on his wheaten skin, and his muscles Strong and strong, his waist and abdomen are tight and narrow, and his six packs can be seen in the gap between the straps.

The body of a 25-year-old man is young and emaciated, as if every cell exudes the hormones of youth and blood.

He walked to the window, bit a cigarette in his mouth, and held the lighter in his right hand but didn't light it. He leaned lazily on the wall, playing with the lighter, and looking at the bright mirage outside the window.

I don't know what he was thinking, maybe he didn't think about anything. At this moment, the quiet night sky, he felt a little ... boring.

The bright wall light in the room stretched his back so long that he had started to get it, but he still ... felt lonely.

One place in my heart is empty.

At this moment there was a slight crying sound in his ear. His tall body was stiff. He took the smoke in his mouth with his lighter and threw it on the bed, and he turned.

The girl's bedroom was next to him. He opened the door and went in. There was a yellow table lamp in the room. The little **** the bed was crying.

Yin Muchen stepped forward, and the soft and wide bed was so small, Wu Liu's little head was gone, and all were drilled into the quilt. He reached out to open the quilt on her face, and the girl was soaking up in the quilt and wept. .

"It hurts ... wow ... it hurts ..." She wore a pink sleeveless nightdress, and Bai Yu's little hand was covering her wounded area.

Yin Muchen's eyes were heavy, he looked there, the hawker was too heavy, and she started to develop in such a delicate place. How can it stand?

"Shui Ling ..." He knelt on one knee, and his large contoured hand patted her little face gently. "Is it painful?"

Yin Shuiling did not wake up, she was still sleeping, but the pain in her chest made her intolerable.

The tears in my eyes grew more and more, and even Xiu Qiong's little nose cried red, and it looked really pitiful, "Woo ... brother ... pain ..."

Yin Muchen pursed her thin lips, and there was a flash of light in the ink eyes. After a few seconds, he opened her quilt and slept beside her.

The girl turned his back to him, and he didn't stick it. The body kept a little distance. His left hand gently swept her small waist, and pushed in from her skirt ...

Yin Shuiling in her sleep was terrified and disturbed, "Don't!" Her two soft little hands patted the big palm.

Yin Muchen was frowned by her, and Jun Ba's body was bullied. He covered her ears and coaxed softly, "Shui Ling, don't be afraid, it's brother ... it won't hurt for a while."

I do n’t know if his voice or his taste made her familiar. The struggling Yin Shuiling gradually quieted down, and the girl was ashamed. She did n’t know if this behavior could not be accepted in the psychological scope, and life had never been, but this person was brother…

She couldn't refuse, and didn't understand it.

So she shrank herself into a small group, and buried her face in a soft pillow.

Yin Muchen looked at her look of fear and shyness. She buried her whole face in her pillow, and wondering if she could not change her breath. He held up his right arm and spoke to her, "Water ..."

I opened my mouth and realized that my voice was too dumb. The throat was like burning charcoal that was burning and the corners of the eyes were hot, probably congested.

He wanted to comfort her. It was just to help her ease the pain, but ... then she could only lie to her little girl.

In fact, he bullied her as a little girl, and took advantage of the "brother" in her mouth.

Shameless.

He knew he was shameless, he knew it when he was 18.

In the seven years in the United States, he had a woman. He was a mature and normal man. He had physical needs and needs.

He did not formally have a girlfriend, nor did he have a beloved woman in her heart. He looked normal. Those women got the so-called handsome wealth from him, and he got the youthfulness and freedom.

He is not going to be a monk, he is a poor man, and no gentleman is suitable for him. To put it bluntly, he is also a poor boy born in a working family and the son of a "thief". He has no high requirements for himself.

He lived freely and carelessly, but he was also at a loss.

Like now, facing the little girl in his arms, he looked at the terrible reaction from his body. He didn't know what to do?

This little girl he met in his 18-year-old life, he didn't know what to do with her?

He closed his eyes, his throat rolled and kept rolling, she was always the brand of shower gel, or he had prepared for her. The aroma was familiar to him, but at the moment he could not stand it.

She didn't dare to wake her up, so she buried her head lightly in the hair next to her cheek. After burying it, she didn't want to come out. She was soft and waxy, and he was fascinated by the aroma.

In fact, he was not so simple to respond to her body. Even if she didn't hug her, she was buried in her hair, and he felt that the empty heart had just been filled.

This feeling is so strange.

...

Early the next morning, Yin Shuiling opened his eyes slowly.

She sat up, raised her pink powder fist, and rubbed her eyes. She slept well last night. She thought that she would have nightmares, but she did not even have a dream.

Lifting the quilt, the white little feet fell on the carpet and wanted to wear slippers, but she suddenly remembered something, and the pink face had become red.

Last night, it seemed like my brother touched her ...

He looked at himself panickingly, his pajamas were intact, and there was no pain in the place where he had pain, and everything was normal.

Is it her hallucination?

"Oh!" Yin Shuiling covered her hot little face with her little hand. Why is she so ... I was so shy, I dreamed of my brother ...

But what about brother?

Yin Shuiling wore slippers “蹭蹭” and ran out. She opened the door and went down the stairs. She called in a beautiful and waxy mood, "Brother, where are you?"

There was someone in the kitchen, she jumped to the door, Bai Yu's little hand lay on the door frame, she looked out her little head, and called, "brother."

Yin Muchen was wearing a light gray V-neck thin sweater with black trousers underneath. He stood in front of the glass platform with his one-handed trousers pocket, holding a wide-mouth glass in his right hand and drinking.

The sunlight outside the window was brilliant, shining on his angular handsome face, and plating a layer of hazy and beautiful light.

When he heard the cry, he slowly tilted his eyes, and the first thing that caught her eye was the girl's delicate and bright face. Because she had just woke up, her pale skin was glowing with tender red, Xiuqiong-like With a small nose, a cherry-like mouth, and an unchanging pink nightdress, she is like a little angel left on the earth.

Yin Muchen put down her glass and raised her lips, "Shui Ling, are you awake?"

"Well!" Yin Shuiling nodded hard. She went into the kitchen and looked at the man watery. "Brother, what about my little plane?"

"In the elder brother's study room, the elder brother has already repaired it, and you can get it yourself later." Said Yin Muchen rubbed her little head. "The plane is broken if it breaks, if you really want to play You can call your brother. Don't run around in the future, there are many bad people in this world, it is very dangerous. "

"Oh, I see." These words had been taught by her parents last night, and she won't commit them again, but "brother, wouldn't you be sad if the plane broke?"

It seemed indifferent to listen to my brother's tone.

"Well," Yin Muchen snorted. "Brother is over that age, so it's not sad."

At the age of 18, he cared so much about the plane because he looked at the plane as if he saw mom and dad, but now he doesn't need it.

All he needed to do was the truth of the year.

And where is his mother?

"Shuiling, how bad was the plane yesterday?"

Yin Shuiling lowered her head, her hands clenched her nightdress, and she whispered, "I accidentally broke it."

Yin Muchen glanced at her pleated pajamas and squinted and smiled, "Why did you get a wound on your waist? Wouldn't it even have fallen when you crashed the plane?"

Yin Shuiling was not good at lying. She didn't dare to look up at her brother's eyes, and only nodded indiscriminately. "Well, yes, they fell together." She was surprised and said, "Brother, how do you know I have a waist injury?"