Chapter 671 Shuiling, Will You Come Back?

Seeing this longing little face, Yin Muchen quickly stepped forward. He stretched out his hand and held Yin Shuiling in his arms, greedily sniffing the fragrance on her body, "Shuiling, you came out, I knew you would come out."

Yin Shuiling gently hugged his waist and abdomen, "Brother, you seem to have lost weight."

"Lose weight? If you like me to be fat, I will make myself fatter. Shuiling, come home with me." Yin Muchen bent down and picked up Yin Shuiling horizontally and sent her to the Rolls-Royce.

He wanted to open the passenger door, but Yin Shuiling stopped him, "Brother, go to the back seat."

Yin Muchen pursed his thin lips and looked at her.

"Brother," Yin Shuiling held his handsome face with two small hands, "You know I won't go home with you. This is the last time we meet. Don't make trouble, okay? Let's talk properly."

The last time we meet...

Yin Muchen's eyes quickly turned red.

He opened the back door, put her in gently, and then he sat in too.

…

In the quiet carriage, the breathing of the two people could be clearly heard. Yin Muchen slowly leaned over and rested his head on her legs.

He touched her flat belly with his hand and kissed it gently.

Yin Shuiling lowered her eyes to watch his movements, her eyes quickly moistened. She reached out to cover her mouth, but the hot tears still fell quickly and hit his cheek.

Yin Muchen hesitated for a moment, then hugged her small waist tightly, buried his face deeply in her belly, and trembled as he spoke, "Are you going to hide it from me forever, and then cry secretly by yourself?"

Yin Shuiling's pupils shrank, "Brother, do you know?"

"Yes, I know. Actually, Shuiling, you don't have to do this, I don't need you to do this. The child is ours and mine. I have been a father, even if I lost him with my own hands..., but he should hear his father say sorry to him, he should hear... his father loves him."

Yin Shuiling reached out to touch his cheek and felt a wet hand. This man cried.

"Brother..." She wanted to comfort him, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say.

That child was a lifelong wound for her. She herself hadn't recovered, so how could she heal others?

"So Shuiling, you only have me, right?"

"Yeah," Yin Shuiling nodded, she was recalling the past, the past of tenderness and pain made her tears flow continuously, but she smiled, she formed the most beautiful flowers in her tears, "My first man was my brother, my brother liked to call me a little mute, I had a child for my brother, I didn't sleep with any man in the three years I went to England... The one who liked to say c to me was my brother, the one who asked me to take birth control pills was my brother, the one who asked me to use my mouth was also my brother... My brother doesn't know how funny he is, you said you are not capable, you said you want to kill yourself, you are still jealous of yourself... I learned comics to commemorate my brother, I learned cooking for my brother's health, I always feel that I am too young to keep up with my brother's pace... My world is all my brother, brother, I said I love you, maybe you never understand my love, but I have never lied to you."

Yin Muchen's big hand clasped on her waist gradually tightened, he gradually cried out, a 34-year-old man, at this moment he buried himself in her arms and cried like a helpless child.

I'm sorry...

Shui Ling, I'm sorry...

The person he loves the most and doesn't want to disappoint in his life, the person he calculated everything and gave everything to, the person he felt inferior, confused, jealous and lost for, he had her a long time ago.

But he never knew it.

Yin Shui Ling reached out and wiped away tears, although the more she wiped, the more tears she shed, "Brother, I love you and will never regret it, but now I am really sick, I want to let go of your hand and take a look outside, I want to see the world outside without you, brother, can you fulfill me? Can you let me go freely?"

The number of years they have loved each other can no longer be measured by time. This love is mixed with too much helplessness and sadness, too painful. At this point today, letting go is the way out for each other.

She wanted his fulfillment...

She wanted freedom...

Yin Muchen slowly raised his head, held the girl's face with his hands, and then put his nose against her nose. He couldn't tell whose tears they were, so wet and hot, "Shuiling, you know, you are actually a very courageous person. When you want to love me, you are reckless and love me like a moth to a flame. Now you don't want to love me anymore. Every word you say cuts off my retreat. What else can I do to keep you? How can I save our love?"

Yin Shuiling stretched out her two little hands to hug his neck. She kissed his thin lips, "Brother, then don't say anything, don't do anything, kiss me, kiss me well."

Yin Muchen held her little face, rubbed the tears on her face with his thumb, and he opened his mouth and held her little mouth.

Then kiss well.

The last goodbye kiss.

Yin Shuiling took the initiative to cooperate with his kiss, and teased him with the tip of her tongue. She pulled the corner of his shirt out of his trousers with her two little hands, and then touched him.

Yin Muchen's breathing quickened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Baby, what do you want to do?"

Yin Shuiling pushed him into the seat, then sat on his thighs, and stuffed the thing she had been hiding in his hand into his hand.

Yin Muchen lowered his eyes and saw that it was a box.

It contained a condom.

He stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms, then reached out to tear off her clothes, "Why do you need to use this thing? It's uncomfortable, I don't like it."

He didn't want to use it.

He wanted to give it to her, and he always had a little hope that she could get pregnant again.

Yin Shuiling's face was red as she panted under his crazy plunder, "My period is coming, and there seems to be a little blood in my body. You take it, otherwise I will get sick."

Yin Muchen frowned, "How many are in it?"

"It seems to be four..."

Yin Muchen turned over and pressed her down, "Then there is no need to keep it, use it all. Little Shuiling, little mute, brother wants you..."

...

It was already four o'clock in the morning after the end. Yin Shuiling got off the car and entered the Lu family villa. Yin Muchen leaned on the back seat in disheveled clothes. The car was full of fishy, ​​sweet and turbid heat.

He stretched out his long legs decadently and indulgently, then lit a cigarette and smoked slowly.

He took out his mobile phone, and there was a text message from Liu Caizhe---Muchen, I have touched your mobile phone and blocked Miss Yin's number.

Yin Muchen opened the mobile phone settings, and it really kept Yin Shuiling's previous number.

He unblocked the number, "ding ding", his phone had hundreds of text messages and hundreds of phone calls.

All of them were sent to him by her in those three years.

He held a cigarette in one hand and smoked it, then nodded his head on the back seat, and he carefully read through them one by one---

Brother, I have already given it to you, 15 years old, very shameful, and it hurts me, but as long as brother is happy, I am happy, brother, will you treat me well in the future...

Brother, I know I shouldn't ask, but what's going on between you and Yao Xiaozhu? Is brother in love with her, but...but...brother, I don't dare to ask you to be responsible, but they all said...that...we will get married in the future, brother, I want to be your bride...

Brother, today is New Year's Eve, why don't you eat at home? If you leave, I will bravely tell my parents that I don't like Mu Yunfan, and the person I like is brother, but my mother slapped me immediately...My parents also locked me in the room, they didn't allow me to contact my brother...Brother, I am so sad and scared, can you take me away? I want to go with my brother...

Brother, I called you for three whole years, why didn't you answer? I guess you won't see this text message. Brother, my mother is gone, I didn't get to see her for the last time...I've been having nightmares these days, in which my mother came to strangle me, and she asked me what I did that night...I dare not say, I dare not say that I did that with my brother...Brother, I miss you so much, if you come to see me now, I will consider forgiving you for letting me stay away from you and cry in the car that day...

Brother, my father's company has problems, and my father asked me to beg you, but your manager and secretary wouldn't let me see you...Brother, can you understand me? I don't have a mother, and now I'm going to lose my father too. For the past three years, I've been in a cold war with them for you. I haven't talked to them for three years. I don't like them being so snobbish and always wanting to use you...But brother, they are my parents who gave me life, can you please...

Yin Muchen finished reading all the hundreds of text messages, and the phone slid onto the seat. He covered his face with his right hand holding a cigarette, and hot tears flowed between his fingertips.

How lonely and helpless she had been in those three years.

Now he understood.

Ning Qing said that he would probably never know how guilty she was towards her parents, and now he knew it.

She gave herself to him, she had never fulfilled her filial duty, and she had never loved herself properly.

His left hand, which was resting on the seat, suddenly touched something cold. He picked it up and saw that it was the ring with the red string, which she had left behind when she left.

When Yin Muchen was in a daze, the door of the Lu family's villa opened with a "bang", and Yin Shuiling and Ning Qing came out. Yin Shuiling was holding a small suitcase in her hand. Ning Qing hugged her and said goodbye, and then Yin Shuiling got into the Lu family's private car, which drove out, probably to the airport.

She was gone.

Yin Shuiling was really gone.

Yin Muchen threw the cigarette on the ground, holding the ring in his hand, he ran after her, "Shuiling..."

...

There was not much traffic on the street in the early morning, and neon lights were still hanging on the roadside. The driver looked behind through the rearview mirror, "Ms. Yin, Mr. Yin is chasing us."

Yin Shuiling leaned on the car window and looked back. The man was really chasing him, and his face was full of tears.

The driver slowed down and drove slowly. Yin Shuiling opened the car window. Yin Muchen ran to the car window. He ran after the car and talked, "Shuiling, are you really leaving? Are you really leaving this time?"

"Yeah." Yin Shuiling looked at the man's red eyes and nodded.

Yin Muchen raised his eyelids, but tears were pouring down. He trembled, "How many years? Can you tell me how many years?"

Yin Shuiling shook his head, "I don't know."

Yin Muchen held the edge of the car window tightly with his hands. The neon lights shone on his face, illuminating his face of sadness and despair. He asked the question that had been weighing on his heart, "Shuiling, will you come back?"