Chapter 639 If You Want Money, We Can Do Business.

Yin Shuiling felt that this second generation ancestor was really disgusting, so she pushed him away with all her strength, "Go away!"

This "go away" brought out the woman's coquettishness and anger. This was even more heart-wrenching than Wu Qian's coy words just now, because Yin Muchen had been silent and several men at the table couldn't hold it in. Everyone laughed, "Miss Yin, who are you telling to go away? You are a wine seller now. Someone wants to buy you, and you still dare to say no?"

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

Yin Shuiling looked at the men at the table. Their eyes were glowing green, and they all looked at her lustfully and greedily. She bet that as soon as Yin Muchen left, these men would take her turn.

There was a difference in strength between men and women. She was being pulled by the second ancestor and couldn't break away. There were men behind her who wanted to drink her. There were bodyguards at the door. She couldn't escape at all.

She didn't expect that she would be in such a miserable and miserable state when she saw him again. Her beautiful pupils were covered with a layer of crystal mist. She looked up at the man sitting on the main seat, her red lips trembled, and she spoke softly. ,"elder brother."

She called him "brother."

Yin Muchen retracted his arm that was resting on the back of Wu Qian's chair. The hotel manager handed him a cigarette. He held the cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes and opened the metal lighter. The cigarette was lit, and he took a puff and said No words were spoken.

His indifferent attitude quickly fueled the arrogance of these men. The man holding the wine glass patted Yin Shuiling's small shoulders, and then touched down along the delicate curve of her back, "Miss Yin, Mr. Yin is not you now. "You're your brother, so don't call him. Come, have a drink with us, and we can all be your brothers."

"Yes, Miss Yin, it's useless for you to call me Mr. Yin. Mr. Yin has Xiao Wu, and you are already his remnant, so don't ask for trouble."

Yin Shuiling looked across at Yin Muchen, who didn't even raise her head. Her two rows of densely combed long eyelashes trembled, and the tears inside them fell down one by one.

She closed her eyes in despair.

At this time, a low-alcoholic voice sounded in my ears, "They asked you questions and you were mute. Why didn't you answer?"

Yin Shuiling quickly opened her eyes and looked at Yin Muchen opposite with tearful eyes.

Yin Muchen was seen holding one hand on the table and smoking a cigarette in the other. He blew out a puff of smoke in the direction of the window, and then slowly looked sideways at her. There was no expression on his handsome and tough face. The voice was even colder and ruthless, "Answer their two questions. If you answer them well, I will let Secretary Hu take you away. If you don't answer them, I won't recognize you today and let them take you away."

The men on the table were all stunned. The Second Ancestor looked at Yin Muchen blankly. The man holding the wine glass was still touching Yin Shuiling's waist. He quickly retracted his hand as if he had touched a hot potato.

Two questions just now...

The man at the table recalled that the two questions seemed to be - who raised her, and how many times the man who raised her slept with her a night...

Yin Shuiling naturally thought of these two questions, the tip of her nose turned red, and she lowered her head in shame.

She bit her fresh lower lip with her scallop-like teeth until there was a bloody mark. She sobbed and spoke in a low voice, "I have been raised by...my brother. One night...maybe...three or four times..."

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

The tears in Yin Shuiling's eyes fell even more fiercely. Maybe he and these men didn't think it was a big deal, but she was only 23 years old and it was hard for her to say anything.

It felt like she was stripped naked and carried in front of these men. The last bit of her reserve, pride and self-esteem as a girl were ruthlessly crushed by him.

Yin Muchen looked coldly at Yin Shuiling's tears in the smoke. At this time, the box door was pushed open, and Hu Ya walked in with two bodyguards.

The bodyguard easily broke away from the entanglement of the second generation ancestor. Hu Ya opened the seat for Yin Shuiling like a gentleman and made a "please" gesture, and Yin Shuiling stood up.

At this time, the second generation ancestor slapped the table and stood up, "Yin Muchen, don't think you are a master just because I have given you three points of face now. You are here to entertain us today. Your SK needs funds. Please understand." Are we investing in you? What are you trying to do? Do you think you are still the same person as before?”

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

Yin Muchen smoked without changing his expression. When he noticed her gaze, he glanced at her calmly and casually with his sharp eyes, "Don't you want 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... going to be okay?" Yin Shuiling lowered her eyes and looked at her toes, "I seem to have... ruined his thing again."

Hu Ya smiled politely and said, "Miss Yin, the president has his own discretion in handling matters. We, as subordinates, have no right to interfere. Miss Yin has a good rest."

Hu Ya walked towards the door.

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

Hu Ya turned around and said, "Miss Yin, do you have any other orders?"

Yin Shuiling shook her head. She had no instructions. She just wanted to ask, "Will he... come tonight?"

Come to this room.

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

The huge room was silent. Yin Shuiling walked to the soft big bed and sat down slowly. She took off her bag and put it on the bed cabinet. She curled up her thin legs and sat on the big bed alone.

The scene in the box just now played in her mind like a movie, every one of his cold eyebrows, she buried her little face in her knees, her skirt was hot, and she couldn't stop the tears.

Over the years of knowing each other, she was the one who pushed him away.

As good as he was to her before, he was so bad to her now.

Don't blame her, just herself.

I don't know how long I cried, but there was a slight sound in my ears, and the door opened.

Yin Shuiling quickly raised her eyes and saw that Yin Muchen was here.

He was wearing a black shirt, black slim-fitting trousers, no tie around his neck, the cuffs were rolled up three times, one hand was in his trouser pocket, and his well-tailored black suit was resting on his wheat-colored wrists.

After closing the door, he walked towards her step by step with steady steps, and then stopped two meters away from the big bed. He looked at her with dark eyes, deep and dark, showing no emotion.

Yin Shuiling hurriedly climbed out of the bed, walked up to him with her bare white feet, and then reached out to take the suit from his wrist.

Yin Muchen didn't let her take it, and stretched out his right hand to pinch her delicate pink face. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the tears on her face, "Are you crying?"

He didn't let her take the suit, so her green little fingers were stuck on the collar of his suit. Her face and cheeks hurt because he squeezed her with a little force, deliberately causing her pain.

Yin Shuiling looked away. Only then did she realize that this man could pamper someone to the core, but he could also humiliate someone to the extreme.

She shook her head, "No..."

She didn't cry.

But when she said these words, tears fell from her eyes, and they fell into the palm of his hand holding her.

Yin Muchen quietly looked at her little face, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He lowered his voice and said, "Were you wronged just now by asking you to answer those two questions at the dinner table? Why are you wronged? Are you afraid of your future market?" No, no good man wants you, little broken shoe?”

He also called her "little broken shoes" before, but at that time he mostly doted on her, but now this "little broken shoes" is Chi Guoguo's ridicule and humiliation.

Yin Shuiling felt that the tears falling down her cheeks had turned from hot to cold. She withdrew her small hand from his suit and pushed his big palm away in embarrassment.

He took the initiative to let go of her without her using any force.

He stretched out his long legs and walked to the window sill. He took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, then lowered his eyes and lit it with a lighter. He smoked with narrow eyes.

Yin Shuiling stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears. She looked sideways at the man and asked, "Are you... okay? Did I... spoil your business just now?"

Yin Muchen raised his head and blew out a circle of smoke. His Adam's apple looked extremely sexy because of the movement of his head. He chuckled, "Thank you for your concern."

Yin Shuiling suddenly felt ashamed and lowered her head.

The man was talking, "You've been short of money lately? You're so short of money that you're selling wine. I don't think you have any talent in selling wine. You might as well make more money by selling yourself."

Yin Shuiling's little hands hanging by her side clenched the corners of her clothes tightly. She was not short of money. She had made a lot in the past five years. She did not sell wine. She just wanted to come and see him.

"Where's Yin De? Is he addicted to drugs?" the man said suddenly.

Yin Shuiling suddenly raised her head and looked at the man. Did he know?

Yin Muchen turned his head and looked at her with a "ha" sound, "What's that expression on your face? I have sent people to monitor Yin De's every move in prison. Would I know that Mu Hai's people gave him drugs? Are you Are you surprised or are you blaming me for not saving Yin De? Oh, I should let Yin De come out intact and healthy, right? Hey, Yin Shuiling, not killing him in prison is the greatest mercy I have shown you! That’s good. Compared with being in jail or being addicted to drugs, I want to see which life he feels is more comfortable.”

Yin Shuiling's blood surged into her brain, and then turned cold again. What could she say at this moment?

She couldn't say anything.

Her father brought the blame on himself, and Yin Muchen did what he should have done...

They were all right, but there was her in the middle of them.

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

Yin Muchen took the last puff of his cigarette and then put it out in the ashtray. His tall and straight body leaned against the wall. He smiled and said, "What are you doing? Come here."

Yin Shuiling's clear and soft pupils looked ignorant and confused. She didn't understand what he meant.

Yin Muchen sneered, "Yin Shuiling, what are you thinking? You and I have come this far and you still expect me to give you money? If you want money, you can do it. We are doing business, and I still like your body. Yes, you sell it and I pay.”

His narrow eyes looked up at her curvy body, and his eyebrows showed the wantonness of a mature man, "How much will I give you? The price is five thousand, ten thousand, how about I give you the trump price of fifty thousand? One Fifty thousand at night, Yin Shuiling, that’s really a lot.”