My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Yin Shuiling felt that the second ancestor was really disgusted, and she pushed him away with every effort, "Go away!"

This "go away" is charming and angry at the woman, which is even more irritating than Wu Qian's remark, because Yin Muchen has not spoken, and a few men on the table can't bear it. Then, everyone laughed, "Ms. Yin, who told you to go away? You are a wine seller now, and some people want to buy you, dare you say no?"

"Yeah, Miss Yin, come and have a drink with us." A middle-aged man got up, took a glass of wine in his hand and walked behind Yin Shuiling's seat. He wanted to pour her wine.

Yin Shuiling looked at the men at this table. The men's eyes glowed green, and they looked at her warily and greedily. She bet that as soon as Yin Muchen left, these people would turn her.

There is a gap in the strength of men and women. She was pulled away by the second ancestor and couldn't get rid of it. There were men behind to drink her wine. The door was full of bodyguards. She couldn't escape.

She didn't expect to see him in such a dreadful situation again. The beautiful pupil was covered with a layer of crystal fog. She looked up at the man sitting on the main seat. Her red lips trembled and her soft mouth opened. ,"brother."

She called him "brother".

Yin Muchen retracted his arm resting on the back of Wu Qian's chair. The hotel manager handed a cigarette. He opened the metal lighter with his eyes in his mouth and narrowed his eyes. The cigarette was ignited and he took a sip. Did not speak.

His indifferent attitude quickly fueled the arrogance of these men. The man holding the wine glass patted Yin Shuiling's small shoulder and touched the delicate curve of her back. "Miss Yin, President Yin is not you now Brother, do n’t call him, come and have a drink with us, we can all be your brothers. "

"Yes, Miss Yin, it ’s useless to call him Mr. Yin. Mr. Yin has Xiao Wu. You are the rest of him, so don't ask yourself for fun."

Yin Shuiling looked at Yin Muchen, who hadn't even lifted her head, and her two rows of dense comb-like lashes trembled, and the tears inside them fell down.

She closed her eyes in despair.

At this moment a low-alcohol magnetic sound sounded in the ear, "They asked you a question, you are dumb, why don't you answer?"

Yin Shuiling quickly opened her eyes, and she looked at the opposite Yin Muchen with tears in her eyes.

I saw Yin Muchen holding a hand on the table and smoking with a cigarette in his hand. He spit out a smoke in the direction of the window, and then looked at her slowly. There was no expression on his handsome and tough face. The voice was even colder and ruthless. "Answer their two questions. Once they are answered, I will let Secretary Hu take you away. If they don't answer well, I don't know you today and let them take you away."

The men on the table were stagnant. The second ancestor looked at Yin Muchen. The man holding the wine glass was still touching Yin Shuiling's waist. He quickly retracted his hands and touched the hot potato.

The two questions just now ...

The man at the table recalled that these two questions seemed to be-who was raised by her, and the man who raised her slept her several times a night ...

Yin Shuiling naturally thought of these two problems too, her nose turned red, and she bowed her head in shame.

She bit her delicate lower lip with fine fresh shell-like teeth until she bit a bloodstain. She whispered and whispered, "I've been supported by ... brother, overnight ... maybe ... three or four times ..."

As soon as the words fell, the men's faces changed.

The tears in Yin Shuiling's eyes dropped even more fiercely. Maybe he and these men didn't think there was anything, but she was only 23 years old, and she could hardly open her teeth.

It felt as if she had been stripped of her clothes and brought them to these men, and her last bit of pride and self-esteem as a girl had been ruthlessly crushed.

Yin Muchen looked at Yin Shuiling in tears in a cloud of cold air. At this moment, the box door was pushed open, and Hu Ya brought in two bodyguards.

The bodyguard easily peeled off the entanglement of the second ancestor. Gentleman Hu Ya opened the seat for Yin Shuiling and made a "Please" gesture, and Yin Shuiling stood up.

At this time, the second generation ancestors shot at the table, "Yin Muchen, do n’t you just be a master because I have given you a three-point face. You are here to entertain us, your SK needs funds, you know Are we investing in you, what do you pull? Do you think you are the same you as before? "

Yin Shuiling had already reached the door, and when she heard that she stopped, she looked back at Yin Muchen.

Yin Muchen's face continued to smoke, and when she saw her gaze, his sharp eyes, like a blade, gave her a flat and casual glance, "Want not to leave?"

Yin Shuiling shuddered.

"Miss Yin, let's go."

Hu Ya took Yin Shuiling out, and the box door was closed.

...

Yin Shuiling entered a hotel room, and Hu Ya said, "Miss Yin, you can rest here tonight, no one will disturb you."

"Is he ... will he be okay?" Yin Shuiling looked down at his toes. "I seem to have ... broken him again."

Hu Ya smiled politely, "Ms. Yin, the president has his own way of doing things. We have no right to ask questions as subordinates. Miss Yin has a good rest."

Hu Ya went to the door.

"Ah, Secretary Hu ..." Yin Shuiling called Hu Ya again.

Hu Ya turned around, "Miss Yin, what else do you have to command?"

Yin Shuiling shook her head. She didn't ask anything. She just wanted to ask, "At night, will he ... come?"

Come to this room.

"This ... is also the decision of the president. Miss Yin, bye." Hu Ya went out.

The large room was silent, Yin Shuiling went to the soft big bed and sat down slowly, took off her shoulder bag and put it on the bedside table, she curled up on the big bed with her legs narrowed.

In her mind was the movie in the box just now. With each of his cool and cold eyebrows, she buried her small face in her knees, and her skirt was hot, which was the tears she couldn't stop.

During these years, she pushed him away.

How good he was to her before, now he is so bad to her.

Don't blame her, just blame herself.

I don't know how long I cried, a slight noise sounded in my ear, and the door opened.

Yin Shuiling quickly looked up, and Yin Muchen came.

He wore a black shirt, black slim trousers, no tie around his neck, three cuffs rolled up, and one hand in his trouser pocket, and his well-cut black suit was placed on his wheat-colored wrist.

He closed the door and walked towards her step by step in a steady footstep, then stopped two meters away from the big bed. He looked at her darkly and deeply without any trace of emotion.

Yin Shuiling hurriedly got down from the bed, and she walked in front of him with her little white feet, and then reached out to pick up the suit on his wrist.

Yin Muchen didn't let her pick it up. She stretched out her right hand and pinched her pink delicate face. He raised an eyebrow to see the tears on her face, "Crying?"

He refused to let her pick up the suit, and her little green fingers stiffened on the collar of his suit, and his cheek was painful, because he used a little force when pinching her, and deliberately made her hurt.

Yin Shuiling didn't open her eyes. She just knew that the man could pet a person to pet him, but he could humiliate someone to the extreme.

She shook her head. "No ..."

She didn't cry.

But when she said this, tears fell in her eyes, and they fell all the way to his palm.

Yin Muchen watched her little face quietly, a smirk evoked from the corner of his mouth, and he whispered, "I was wronged to ask you to answer those two questions just at the dining table? What are you wronged, are you afraid of your future market? No, no good man wants you, little broken shoes? "

He had said her "little broken shoes" before, but at that time he mostly spoiled her, and now this "little broken shoes" is Chiguo's taunt and humiliation.

Yin Shuiling felt that the teardrops on her cheeks had turned from hot to cold, and she retracted her small hand from his suit. She embarrassedly pushed his big palm.

Without her hardening, he released her first.

He pulled out his long legs and walked to the window sill. He drew a cigarette from his pants pocket, and then looked down to light it with a lighter. He narrowed his eyes and smoked.

Yin Shuiling stretched out her hands and wiped a tear, and she turned to look at the man, "Are you ... okay? Did I ... break your business just now?"

Yin Muchen spit out a circle of smoke. His male throat became very **** because of the movement of his head. He whispered, "Thank you for your concern."

Yin Shuiling immediately felt complacent, she lowered her head.

The man was talking, "I've been short of money lately? I don't have enough money to sell wine. I don't think you have any talent for selling wine. You might as well sell yourself to make more money."

Yin Shuiling's small hand on her side clasped her horns. She did not lack money. She has made a lot in the past five years. She has not sold wine. She just wants to see him.

"What about Yin De? He's a drug addict?" The man said suddenly.

Yin Shuiling suddenly raised her head. She looked at the man. He knew?

Yin Muchen turned her head and looked at her with a "huh", "What's your expression? I sent someone to monitor every move of Yin De in prison. I don't know if Mu Hai's drugged him?" Amazing or blaming me for not saving Yin De, oh, should I let Yin De complete, healthy and healthy come out? Oh, Yin Shuiling, he has been my greatest kindness to you without dying in prison! Good, compared to drug addiction, I want to see which life he feels more comfortable. "

Yin Shuiling's blood was pouring into her brain, and then it became cold. What could she say at this moment?

She can't say anything.

Her father blame himself, Yin Muchen should do it ...

They were all right, except that she was sandwiched between them.

One is her father, the other is her lover ...

Yin Muchen finished her last cigarette, then annihilated it in the ashtray, leaned against the wall with a tall and erect body, and laughed, "What are you doing? Come here."

Yin Shuiling's pair of clear and weak pupils were ignorant and ignorant, and she did not understand what he meant.

Yin Muchen sneered, "Yin Shuiling, what do you think, you and I have come to this point, and you still expect me to give you money? Want money, ah, let's do business, I still think about you Yes, you come to sell, I pay. "

His narrow eyes peeped into her bumpy body, and there were mature men in the eyebrows. "How much for you? At the price of five thousand, ten thousand, or Here is your trump card price of 50,000 yuan? 50,000 yuan a night, Yin Shuiling, this is really a lot. "