Chapter 508 Woo Woo, Brother Is in Pain

Yin Muchen smiled with a hint of meaning, but also seemed to be really pleased, his heroic eyebrows slightly raised.

At this time, Liu Caizhe said, "Uncle and aunt, since everything has been dealt with, why don't you go back and rest early? I'll send a car to take you there?"

"No, no, we have a car. Muchen, we won't bother you anymore. 88." The two walked out happily.

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The two of them left, and the study door was closed. Liu Caizhe put the information on the table and said with a smile, "Muchen, you agreed too readily. If there is one, there will be another. Aren't you afraid that this couple is a bottomless pit?"

"Well..." Yin Muchen went to knock off the ash and snorted nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of? It's just a little money. I'm still young and making money."

Liu Caizhe couldn't guess what he was thinking after hearing his lazy tone. He sighed, "This couple is really lucky. They are not their biological sons, but they are also the bosses of a company and celebrities in T City. But those words made me want to vomit, and those eyes made me want to move the ashtray in front of you. The smell of commercialism is too strong."

Yin Muchen didn't say anything. He was smoking. His handsome features were hidden in the smoke, hazy and profound, without revealing anything.

Liu Caizhe observed his expression, then leaned over and joked, "Although the Yin family is not good in many ways, this daughter is really good. I wonder what kind of family this couple wants to marry with their daughter."

Yin Muchen paused while smoking, then raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Very interested?"

Liu Caizhe took in the movement of his hand pause, and raised his hands in surrender, "Not interested, I'm just afraid... some people will be interested in something they shouldn't be interested in."

Yin Muchen's dark eyes met Liu Caizhe's, Liu Caizhe's smile was interesting, Yin Muchen understood, he took the last puff of the cigarette, put it out in the ashtray, and said two words, "Work!"

...

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when he finished work, Yin Muchen returned to his bedroom, took a shower and walked out of the bathroom.

His hair was a little wet. He was wearing a wine-red silk robe. The belt around his waist was tied casually, revealing most of his chest. The tiny water marks were still flowing on his wheat-colored textured skin. His muscles were strong and firm, his waist and abdomen were tight, and his six-pack abs could be seen through the gaps in the belt.

The 25-year-old man's body was young and dashing, as if every cell exuded the hormones of youth and passion.

He walked to the window, bit a cigarette in his mouth, and held a lighter in his right hand but didn't light it. He leaned lazily against the wall, playing with the lighter while 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, in the silent night sky, he felt a little...bored.

The bright wall lamp in the room stretched his back so long. Obviously, he had begun to gain, but he still...felt lonely.

There was an empty place in his heart.

At this time, a slight cry sounded in his ears. His tall body stiffened, and his right hand took the cigarette in his mouth and threw it on the bed together with the lighter. He turned around.

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

Yin Muchen came forward. There was such a small ball in the soft and wide bed. The black little head was gone, all buried in the quilt. He reached out to open the quilt on her face, and the girl was crying in the quilt.

"It hurts... wuwu... it hurts..." She was wearing a pink sleeveless nightgown, and her white jade little hand was covering her injured place.

Yin Muchen's eyes were heavy. He looked at that place. The vendor was too heavy. She was so delicate and had just started to develop. How could she withstand it?

"Shuiling..." He knelt on one knee on the bed, and his big hand with clear contours gently patted her little face, "Is it painful?"

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

The tears in her eyes fell more and more, and even Xiuqiong's nose wings were red from crying. She looked so pitiful, "Wuwu...Brother...It hurts..."

Yin Muchen pursed his thin lips, and there was a light flashing in his dark eyes. After a few seconds, he lifted her quilt and slept beside her.

The girl had her back to him, and he did not stick to her. He kept a little distance between his body and his left hand gently wrapped around her waist and reached into her skirt...

Yin Shuiling was extremely frightened and uneasy in her sleep, "No!" She slapped the big palm with her two soft hands.

Yin Muchen frowned because of her trouble, and his handsome body leaned over. He covered her ears and coaxed softly, "Shuiling, don't be afraid, it's your brother...it won't hurt in a while."

I don't know if it was his voice or his body odor that made her familiar. The struggling Yin Shuiling gradually calmed down. The girl was very ashamed. She didn't know whether this behavior was acceptable or not. It was just that she couldn't accept it psychologically. She had never had it in her life, but this person was her brother...

She couldn't refuse, and didn't know how to refuse.

So she curled up into a small ball and buried her face in the soft pillow.

Yin Muchen saw her scared and shy look, her whole face buried in the pillow, not knowing if she could breathe, he propped up his right arm and spoke to her, "Water..."

He realized his voice was too hoarse after he spoke, his throat felt like burning charcoal, and the corners of his eyes were hot, probably because of congestion.

He wanted to comfort her that this was just to help her relieve the pain, but these words... could only deceive her as a little girl.

In fact, he just bullied her because she was a little girl, and also took advantage of... the "brother" in her mouth.

Shameless.

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

During those seven years in the United States, he had women. He was a mature and normal man with physical needs and wants.

He had never had a formal girlfriend, and he didn't have a beloved woman in his heart. It was normal for him to be like this. Those women got the so-called handsomeness and wealth from him, and he got the youth and freedom. They each got what they needed.

He didn't intend to be a monk. The plain and simple life and the humble gentleman didn't suit him. To put it bluntly, he was just a poor boy born in a working-class family, the son of a "thief". He didn't have high demands on himself.

He lived freely and willfully, but he also had times when he was at a loss.

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

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

He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, rolling non-stop. She had always been wearing that brand of shower gel, which he prepared for her. He was familiar with the fragrance, but at this moment, the fragrance was so fragrant that he couldn't stand it.

He didn't dare to wake her up, so he gently buried his head in her hair. After burying it, he didn't want to come out. She was soft and sticky all over, and he was intoxicated by the fragrance.

In fact, his physical reaction to her was not as simple as that. Even if he didn't hug her, just burying himself in her hair, he felt that his empty heart was filled.

This feeling was so strange.

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The next morning, Yin Shuiling slowly opened her eyes.

She sat up, rubbed her eyes with her little pink fists, and slept well last night. She thought she would have a nightmare, but she didn't even have a dream.

She lifted the quilt, and her snow-white little feet fell on the carpet. She wanted to put on slippers, but she suddenly remembered something, and her pink face had turned red.

Last night, it seemed that her brother touched her...

She looked down at herself in panic. Her pajamas were intact, and the place that was originally painful was no longer painful. Everything was normal.

Could it be her hallucination?

"Oh!" Yin Shuiling covered her hot face with her little hands. How could she be so... shameless that she actually dreamed about her brother...

But, where is her brother?

Yin Shuiling put on her slippers and ran out, opened the door, and went down the stairs. She was in a beautiful mood and called softly, "Brother, brother, where are you?"

There was someone in the kitchen. She jumped to the door, her white jade hands rested on the door frame, she stuck out her little head, and called with curved eyebrows, "Brother."

Yin Muchen wore a light gray V-neck thin sweater and black trousers today. He stood in front of the glass table, wiping his trouser pocket with one hand, and drinking water with a wide-mouthed glass in his right hand.

The sun outside the window was brilliant, shining on his angular face, coating it with a layer of hazy and beautiful light.

Hearing the call, he slowly turned his eyes to the side, and the first thing that caught his eye was the girl's delicate and bright face. Because she had just woken up, her fair skin was still tinged with tender light red, her nose was like a beautiful girl, her mouth was like a cherry, and she was still wearing a pink nightgown. She was like a little angel left in the world.

Yin Muchen put down the water cup and raised the corners of his lips, "Shuiling, are you awake?"

"Yeah!" Yin Shuiling nodded vigorously. She walked into the kitchen and looked at the man with watery eyes, "Brother, where is my little plane?"

"It's in my study. I have someone repair it. You can get it yourself later." Yin Muchen rubbed her little head, "If the plane is broken, it's broken. If you really want to play, you can call me. Don't run around in the future. There are many bad people in this world. It's very dangerous."

"Oh, I know." Mom and Dad had already taught her this last night, and she would not do it again in the future, but, "Brother, aren't you sad that the plane is broken?"

It seems that my brother's tone doesn't matter.

"Well," Yin Muchen snorted, "Brother is past that age, so he is not sad."

When he was 18, he cared so much about the plane because he felt like he saw his parents when he looked at the plane, but now he doesn't need it.

He only needs to do one thing, the truth of that year.

Also, where is his mother?

"Shuiling, how did the plane break down yesterday?"

Yin Shuiling lowered her little head, her little hands clenched her nightgown, she whispered, "I broke it by accident."

Yin Muchen glanced at the nightgown that she had folded into folds, squinted and smiled, "Then how did you get the injury on your waist? Did you fall down with the plane?"

Yin Shuiling was not good at lying, she didn't dare to look up at her brother's eyes, just nodded randomly, "Well, yes, we fell together." She was surprised, "Brother, how did you know that I had an injury on my waist?"