Chapter 600 Be Good, Don't Look at Me Like That

Yin Shuiling thought it was quite funny. It was just a candlelight dinner. He had other appointments that he could make clear. What relationship she had with him was at best a transaction. Did he need to lie?

In fact, she really wanted to reply to Hu Ya just now, you can call other women and look for her...

But think about it and forget it. If she said this, others would mistakenly think that she was jealous, right?

Yin Shuiling washed the steak and then cut it with a knife. Her cheeks became wet as she cut, and two crystal tears fell from her eyes.

The dim light in the kitchen shone on her body. She lowered her little head and wiped her tears with her left hand. She tried hard to bring up a bright smile. This was how she had been here for the past three years. She tried her best every time she wanted to cry. laugh.

In fact, she had nothing to cry about.

It's all her own stupidity.

Over and over again, I lost my heart to him, and then I was bullied by him until I wanted to cry.

She put away her tears, sniffed, and continued making pasta.

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Half an hour later, a plate of pasta was ready. It was delicious and delicious. She put the noodles on the coffee table in the living room, opened her notebook, and sat cross-legged on the thick carpet.

I took out my phone and took a photo of noodles and posted it on Tumi’s Weibo. Within a few minutes, it received tens of thousands of likes.

Tumi has become famous in the entire comic industry. Her Weibo has more than one million fans. These fans come from all over the world. Everyone can communicate enthusiastically in Chinese and English, and the atmosphere is relaxed and harmonious.

Yin Shuiling comes here to have fun in her free time.

Many netizens left messages--Wow, was this noodle ordered in a restaurant? I want to eat.

---I think it was made by Tumi himself.

---True or false, I don’t believe it!

--- If you don’t believe me, my Tumi is not only good at drawing comics, but also talented, and even has top-notch cooking skills. Calling Tumi, don’t you think so?

A warm smile appeared on Yin Shuiling's delicate little face. She circled the person with her delicate white fingers and made a hmm expression.

This was an admission that she had done it herself, which immediately caused a craze on the Internet.

When Yin Shuiling's mood improved, the door of the villa suddenly opened and Yin Muchen came back.

She didn't look up, her little hands held the plate, and she ate the noodles with a little fork.

As soon as Yin Muchen entered the living room, she saw Yin Shuiling. She was still wearing the blue dress from the morning. Because she was cooking, she hooked her right hair behind her ear and tied a kitty hairpin in the side of her hair. She was childish and cute. She sat cross-legged on the carpet with a notebook on the coffee table. She looked soft and harmless, like a girl at home.

Yin Muchen threw the car keys on the table and walked towards the girl. As he walked, he raised his hands to unbutton his black suit and placed it on the sofa.

When he came to the girl, he naturally sat on the carpet, stretched out his right arm and wrapped it around the girl's soft waist. This waist was so soft and boneless, about one foot six, and he felt delicate when wrapped in his arm.

Men all love a woman's waist, and his heart flutters when he circles her waist.

He leaned forward and kissed her little face, and murmured softly, "Shui Ling, I'm sorry, something happened in the company today and I didn't accompany you. Don't be angry, okay?"

Yin Shuiling allowed him to kiss her without struggling. She took a piece of noodles in her small mouth and ate it with great grace. "Oh, it's okay...thank you for your hard work." She replied calmly.

Yin Muchen took a look at her face. There was no anger on her face, and she was treating him as calmly as usual.

When he came in and saw her for the first time just now, she seemed to be smiling and seemed to be in a good mood.

Yin Muchen lowered her eyes and looked at the spaghetti in her hand. The flexible noodles looked extremely delicious and smooth with the pesto sauce. They were covered with chopped steak, shrimps, and a few corn and green beans. Those who looked at them were very appetizing. .

"Are you ordering takeout?" he asked in a low voice.

"No, I did it myself."

self-made?

Yin Muchen laughed. He held her tighter in his arms, covered her and bit her snow-white earlobe lovingly, "Are you kidding me? When did you know how to cook? This pasta looks the best." At least with the skills of a five-star chef, you can make this?"

He really didn't believe it.

Yin Shuiling picked a corn and chewed it in her mouth, "Thank you for the compliment."

Thank you for the compliment from his five-star chef.

Yin Muchen paused. He looked at the girl's calm expression. She didn't show off and it didn't look like she was joking. She was just stating a fact.

Yin Muchen's eyes lit up. He touched her little face with a big palm and straightened her upright. He pressed the tip of his nose against hers and rubbed it happily, "Shui Ling, are you really Can you cook? Will you cook for me in the future? When I get home from get off work, you will prepare a table of food for me, okay?"

He was really happy. He never expected such a spoiled girl to know how to cook.

But in his heart, he hopes that there will be a woman at home who can cook. When he comes home from get off work, she will be waiting for him. His mother used to wait for his father like this. This is the feeling of home.

He was pleasantly surprised.

Yin Shuiling gently brushed his big hand away and continued to eat noodles with her head down, "I have an aunt at home."

She refused in disguise.

Yin Muchen was not annoyed, he asked softly, "When did you learn cooking skills?"

"Oh, I had a few boyfriends in the UK. When we lived together, I found that eating was a big problem. The men didn't know how to cook, so I had to cook. Over time, my cooking skills developed."

The tenderness on Yin Muchen's face froze for a moment. She learned cooking skills just for those honeys.

His face wasn't very pretty, and he put a little force on her soft waist with his big palm, "Annoy me again? Give me a taste!" He looked at the noodles and said in a stiff tone.

"No...this is for me to eat alone. If I give you a taste, I will be hungry."

"Yin Shuiling, I'm just going to try one noodle. Will you feel hungry if you eat one less noodle?"

Hearing the anger in the man's voice, Yin Shuiling slowly turned her head to look at him. This was the first serious look she gave him when he came back. The man's handsome features were tense, and his dark eyes were staring at her fiercely. , as if she was driving her into a hurry.

With her sharp eyes, she noticed a long hair on his shirt.

Whose long hair is this?

Yin Shuiling smiled and said, "Being hungry is an excuse. I just don't want to feed you. In fact, my cooking skills are really good, but you just can't taste it."

Yin Muchen's eyes suddenly surged with cold air, and his left hand hanging by his side clenched tightly into a fist. He gritted his teeth and said, "You!"

Yin Shuiling turned her head away calmly and continued eating noodles.

The atmosphere was tense. Her attitude was very casual, but every word she said stabbed him. She said whatever he minded, deliberately hurting him.

Yin Muchen stared at her, huge anger welling up in his chest. This little woman was cold, stubborn, and a bit unruly. He really wanted to teach her a lesson.

The way a man teaches a woman is very simple: to overwhelm her, vent his anger back and forth on her, and make her beg for mercy.

But he couldn't and didn't dare.

Glancing at the notebook on the coffee table, he quickly spotted the "mmmada" message she sent as Tumi. His expression became even worse, "What is this?"

She followed his fingers and said, "Mom."

nonsense!

Doesn't he know what that is?

"I asked you why you randomly post this to others? What do you mean?"

Yin Shuiling looked at the man next to her with an idiotic look, "Are you really too out? Now it's normal to post a message in online chat. What can I mean, uncle!"

She clicked on "uncle."

Yin Muchen's handsome face turned into a pot color, but at this moment, her laptop rang. It turned out that someone had circled Tumi and given her a large piece of pasture.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Someone else spent money to buy a large piece of pasture and gave it to me. What's wrong?"

"Why do other people who are so good want to spend money to give you things?"

"Someone else likes me."

Yin Muchen's eyes almost burst out with fire. He kicked the coffee table with his foot and said with a smile, "Is this pasture useful? If you have the ability, he will give you a large pasture."

"He has no ability. If you have the ability, you can give it to me. Aren't you rich? This is the Tianshan Ranch at the foot of Scotland. I passed by there on a trip and thought it was very good. You can buy it and give it to me."

Yin Muchen looked at her chattering red lips, which were still stained with a little bit of sauce. He couldn't hold it back, so he leaned over and opened his mouth to hold her lips.

Her lips were fragrant and soft. He took them in his mouth and stretched out his tongue to roll a little of the sauce on her lips into his mouth. Well, this green sauce tasted so good.

He didn't know where she learned her cooking skills, but this bit of sauce made him drool.

In fact, I really want to taste the noodles in her hand.

He had a little meal at Qinghewan Villa, and all he thought about was her. He was afraid that she would be angry, afraid that she would be bored at home alone, and even more afraid that she would not eat, so he rushed back.

It would be nice if he came back quickly, but she kept stabbing him.

He pressed her soft lips hard several times to vent the anger in his heart. He opened his eyes, but the girl didn't close her eyes. She just looked at him coldly, without a trace of joy or anger in her eyes.

Yin Muchen quickly reached out to cover her eyes, and he coaxed indulgently, "Good boy, don't look at me like this... Shuiling, what's wrong with you? We were fine in the morning, I'm very happy... Is it because I didn't accompany you at night? , I'm sorry, I apologize to you... I will stay with you from now on, okay? "

The girl didn't answer, and he raised the corners of his lips with a self-deprecating and lonely smile. He took her small mouth and gently turned it around, as if he was tasting the most precious flower dew in the world. "Is this the attitude of asking a man to have a pasture? You can’t even give me a smile? You can buy a piece of pasture? Shuiling, it’s all my love for you.”

The girl still didn't respond. Yin Muchen kissed her twice more, then stood up and said, "I'm going to take a shower. You go upstairs to bed early."

He walked upstairs.

Yin Shuiling sat quietly on the carpet. She took two more bites of noodles and found that she could no longer taste the noodles. She placed the dinner plate on the coffee table. She started an entertainment program and curled up her legs to watch it quietly.

…

Yin Muchen came out of the shower. The bedroom was empty and the girl didn't come up. He walked to the window sill and smoked a cigarette quietly. When he put out the nth cigarette in the ashtray, he turned around, opened the door and went downstairs.

The girl still kept her legs curled up, and there was laughter in her notebook. She was watching a variety show very seriously.

He stepped forward, pressed the notebook with two slender fingers, and closed it with a snap.

Bending down, he picked up the girl and carried her to the bedroom upstairs. "It's very late. I'll see you tomorrow."

Yin Shuiling didn't resist. When she was pressed into the soft mattress, the man's kisses came overwhelmingly.