Chapter 148 Have You Had Enough Trouble?

The boss was shocked in his eyes and let go of Yin Shuiling almost on condition.

With a sneer on his face, he nodded and bowed flatteringly, "Mr. Yin."

Yin Muchen wore a pair of white handmade leather shoes. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and took two steps forward.

The bodyguards who were blocking the way retreated to the side of the road. This was the sharp aura of this person.

Yin Shuiling looked at the man who was approaching her step by step. Her bright eyes were like broken nets for a moment. Her small white hands tucked the short shoulder-length hair behind her ears. She smiled, so bright and moving. "Oh, it turns out to be my brother."

Yin Muchen stopped in front of Yin Shuiling and looked at her. His lips, which were so cold that there was no warmth at all, lightly opened, "Get out!"

This was said to the boss.

"Okay, Mr. Yin, I'm leaving right now." The boss was so frightened that he ran away.

All the passers-by dispersed. Yin Muchen's dark eyes were as gentle as glass. He looked at the girl who was a little shorter than her and said softly, "Shui Ling, come back with me. Don't paint on the roadside in the future. This is not the case." What a girl should do.”

Yin Shuiling's smile did not diminish and she replied lazily and casually, "Where do you want me to take you back to, the Yin family or yours?"

Yin Muchen's dark eyes darkened, and at this moment, "Muchen." The passenger door of a luxurious black Land Rover on the roadside was pushed open, and a graceful lady in a milky white windbreaker appeared.

The lady from a famous family walked up to Yin Muchen, looked at Yin Shuiling kindly and asked, "Muchen, who is this?"

"Oh, brother, is this sister-in-law? Sister-in-law is really elegant and beautiful. Brother, my taste is getting better and better." Yin Shuiling spoke first.

The noble lady's face quickly turned red when she was called "sister-in-law." She shyly glanced at the mature and handsome man beside her and quietly lowered her eyes.

Yin Muchen said nothing, just waiting for Yin Shuiling's next words.

Sure enough, Yin Shuiling playfully rolled her watery red eyes, puckered her red lips like a little girl, and said playfully, "It's just that my brother is changing his sister-in-law faster and faster. I have one woman every day. As a younger sister, I haven’t even remembered what my last sister-in-law looked like, so my brother is replaced by a new one.”

The famous lady suddenly froze.

She looked at Yin Shuiling blankly, and instinctively raised her eyebrows.

She didn't like the girl in front of her.

A lady from a well-known family is dignified and reserved, but the girl in front of her speaks softly and slowly, as if she has deliberately slowed down her speed and is delicate.

"Shui Ling, have you made enough trouble? Come back with me if you have made enough trouble." Yin Muchen's face was still gentle, and his deep voice was a little hoarse, but more of a doting one.

Yin Shuiling took a step forward and was so close to Yin Muchen that their clothes even rubbed against each other. She raised her head and smiled heartlessly, "If I can't be my brother, I won't be a light bulb." Oh, I don’t want to run into my brother’s bad deeds.”

Yin Shuiling turned sideways and passed by him.

When he bent down to put away his sketch stand and pencils, he heard a man's voice behind him. He didn't turn around, his hands were still in his trouser pockets, "Shui Ling, I believe you will come back to me, soon."

"Oh, really?" Yin Shuiling stood up with her belongings and left with a folding stool and sketch stand in her arms.

After waiting for Yin Shuiling to leave for about three or four minutes, Yin Muchen turned around and walked to the Land Rover on the side of the road.

The famous lady quickly followed.

Yin Muchen stood beside the driver's door, but did not open the door. His dark eyes showed the air of a mature man, and he looked up at the lady opposite.

The lady was immediately ignited by the faint flames ignited by the frown in his eyes. Her beautiful cheeks were hot and she was a little overwhelmed.

Yin Muchen moved, walked to the back seat, and opened the door.

A lady is not a fool. She naturally knows the meaning of Yin Muchen's invitation, but she has received formal and traditional education since childhood and should not do such a thing before marriage.

But her breathing was rapid, and all she could think of was the man's handsome face like a knife. Yin Muchen was 32 years old, the adopted son of the Yin family. He was not really from a famous family, but he was more charming than those men from famous families.

In every move he makes, there is the arrogance and sharpness that comes from fighting in the mall. When he is in contact, he is somewhat quiet, but he also carries the vicissitudes of a man who makes women obsessed. He is a man with stories and blood and tears.

Mature man.

When the lady was conscious, she had already sat in the back seat.

When her body was shaking, the man next to her placed one hand on the back seat without hugging her, and put his other hand through her skirt.

"Don't." The lady held his hand.

"Why, you don't want to?" The man had a faint smell of tobacco, which smelled very good.

He put his hand away, sat for a few seconds, and then turned sideways to open the car door.

He never does anything to force a woman.

"Muchen." Seeing him leaving, the lady quickly hugged him from behind. Okay, okay, she was defeated by his taciturn but powerful aura.

The lady tremblingly touched his face and kissed his lips.

Yin Muchen turned his head and avoided it, "Sorry, I'm not in the habit of kissing. Also, we have agreed in advance that things between adult men and women are voluntary, and there is no responsibility."

"...Yeah." The lady blushed and nodded.

Yin Muchen slowly turned around, grabbed her slender waist and hugged her to sit on him.

Ning Qing was walking behind Yin Shuiling and met beggars on the road. A ragged mother was kneeling on the ground begging with her two-year-old son in her arms. Ning Qing watched as Yin Shuiling took out two pieces of Mao Zedong from her bag and threw them in. into the mother's bowl.

The mother's eyes were dazzled. After she came to her senses, she kowtowed to Yin Shuiling's back, who had never stopped walking. "Good man, really good man, good man, I wish you a peaceful life."

Ning Qing smiled and said softly, "Shuiling, you are still the same as before. You know that most of the beggars are scammers, but you always give alms."

The two were one meter apart. Yin Shuiling looked at the blue clouds in the sky and smiled faintly, "Yes, what do people have money for? Isn't it to make themselves happy? Although I have no money now, I am still willing to give alms. I just want to be happy."

"Yes," Ning Qing nodded, "Shuiling, I have tissues in my bag. Do you want to cry? If you want to cry, I will lend you my tissues."

"What a joke! Why should I cry?"

Ning Qing smiled and didn't answer.