Chapter 690: Teaching and Being Taught

Yin Muchen's face was dark. He sent those people a "get lost" and then left the forum.

He was in a very bad mood. Not only did he not get any useful information, but he was also laughed at by those people... He was not good at that.

Whether he could do it or not, that woman didn't know.

At this time, Xiao Beibei saw his father in such distress and quickly said, "Daddy, what's wrong with you?"

Yin Muchen looked at Xiao Beibei's cute pink face, his eyes lit up, and then he cleared his throat twice and said, "Beibei, do you love your mommy?"

"Yes." Xiao Beibei nodded very seriously.

"Then Daddy will test you. Can you write a love poem for your mommy?"

Little Beibei's big black eyes turned, and then he chuckled, "What's so difficult about this? Daddy, listen to me---Mommy, you smile like a flower. That year, your hands gently stroked my forehead and recorded it on the blue poem paper at the tip of my heart. Mommy, I want to tell you that I love you."

Yin Muchen was stunned by the poem written by his daughter. He didn't expect that he had no emotional intelligence, but his daughter's emotional intelligence was frighteningly high.

"Good." Yin Muchen applauded, "Beibei, you are great."

Little Beibei quickly laughed happily.

Yin Muchen was secretly happy. He picked up the pen and wrote Little Beibei's poem on the white paper.

This is really a case of finding something without any effort after searching for it everywhere.

At this time, the baby's cough sounded in his ears, "Daddy..."

Yin Muchen didn't look up, "Son, what are you asking Daddy for? Wait a minute, Daddy is busy..."

Before he finished speaking, a woman's crisp and beautiful voice sounded above his head, "What are you busy with?"

Yin Muchen was stunned, then looked up and saw Yin Shuiling standing behind him at some point, looking at him with a smile on her face and a gentle expression.

"Shui Ling..." Yin Muchen's pupils shrank, and then he remained calm and stretched out his hand to block the words on the white paper. He smiled, "Why are you here and you didn't say anything?"

"Hehe, I'm here, baby and Beibei know, why don't you know? What are you busy with, stop blocking it with your hands, let me see."

"Hehe," Yin Muchen smiled apologetically, "It's better not to..."

The smile on Yin Shuiling's face deepened, "My hands gently stroked your forehead... How could I not know." Yin Shuiling's face turned cold, and then she stretched out her hand and twisted Yin Muchen's ear, "Huh, you want to mess with me with my daughter's love poem, are you stupid or am I stupid?"

Yin Shuiling left angrily.

"Shui Ling..."

Yin Muchen was extremely embarrassed. He looked at the baby, then at Beibei, only to see the two children staring at his ears, and then staring at his face in ignorance.

Yin Muchen, "Ahem, what are you looking at? Draw seriously. Daddy sacrificed himself just now and demonstrated to you with Mommy the consequences of not doing homework seriously."

Baby Beibei, "..."

...

After dinner, Baby Beibei went to bed, and the whole villa became quiet. Yin Muchen stood by the bedroom door, looking at the closed door in front of him.

"Knock knock," he knocked on the door, "Shui Ling."

No one answered him inside.

Yin Muchen looked around and there was no one, so he lowered his voice and said, "Shui Ling, I was wrong just now. I apologize to you. I shouldn't mess with you. I won't dare to do it again in the future. Can you calm down?"

There was still no sound inside.

"Shui Ling, my love poem is finished. Open the door and check it. This time I really wrote it with my heart."

There was silence for a minute, and then the door opened. Yin Shui Ling took a bath and stood in a red silk pajamas.

Yin Muchen glanced at her and subconsciously straightened his waist and abdomen. Her red pajamas made her skin look like snow. Her wet hair was scattered on her shoulders, which set off her delicate face as big as a palm. Her bright facial features and tender red lips like lipstick all exuded an alluring fragrance.

She puffed up her delicate cheeks and was still angry. One of her small hands held the door handle to prevent him from coming in. It was obvious that he could not enter the room if the love poem did not pass the test. "Where is the love poem? Let me see it."

Yin Muchen handed the paper in his hand over.

Yin Shuiling lowered her eyes and saw two lines of large characters on the paper---

Ah, my wife, you are the little angel in my life. Today I finally married you.

Ah, my wife, I miss you very much, miss your red lips, miss your two white jade buns, and miss you even more...

Yin Shuiling's face instantly turned red. She looked at the words behind the love poem in disbelief. It was so vulgar that she couldn't bear to look at it.

"Yin Muchen, you..."

She couldn't say "get out" because the man squeezed in while she was relaxed. With a "bang", the man hooked his long leg on the door.

He stared at her with deep and burning eyes.

"You, you..." Being stared at by the man like this, Yin Shuiling was frightened and took several steps back. She was definitely a fake tiger in front of the man, especially at night.

Yin Muchen wiped his trouser pocket with one hand and then pulled his long legs to approach her. He smiled with his lips hooked, but his smile was not real. "What should I give you?"

Yin Shuiling held the paper he gave her in her hand and retreated step by step. She shook her head firmly, "No, nothing."

"Oh, it turns out it's nothing," Yin Muchen stretched out his hand, then raised his neck elegantly, and unbuttoned his shirt casually, "Are you satisfied with the poem I wrote?"

He had already unbuttoned four or five buttons, exposing a large area of ​​his chest. As he approached her, he passed by the counter and stopped for a moment. Then he took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket and put it on the counter. He then took off the luxury watch from his right wrist and held it with both hands. With his thumbs spread open, he did not play his cards according to the rules. His shirt was still hanging loosely, so he took off his metal belt.

His appearance vividly interprets the lazy and charming aura of a man.

Yin Shuiling subconsciously crossed her legs. This little move was shameful, and she reacted.

See what he sees.

"Totally...satisfied." She could only nod.

He stopped moving, raised his eyelids and stared at her, "Now that you are satisfied, why are you still standing there? Come here by yourself, or do you want me to catch you?"

Yin Shuiling let out a cry, with ten thousand horses running wildly in her heart. His mode switched too quickly and he directly became a domineering president. She couldn't resist the powerful aura on his body at all.

It was over, and her servility came out again.

She had no choice but to pull away her thin legs and walked up to him.

Yin Muchen glanced at her, then stretched out a long arm to wrap around her soft waist and brought her directly in front of him. He turned her around, and then let her support her hands on the counter...

Yin Shuiling burst into tears of pain all of a sudden.

asshole!

The dog was cornered and it wanted to bite. She struggled immediately and reached out to push the man standing behind her, "Get away, don't touch me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound and she was slapped directly on her vagina.

He showed no mercy at all. There was a red mark on her vagina immediately, and Yin Shuiling cried softly in pain.

The man's big palm came around her, and his voice was completely sexy and hoarse, "Little girl, I haven't taught you a lesson for three years, I owe you a debt, right? What kind of day is it tonight? Do you really dare to shut me out?" I’ll give you whatever you want. I even barely wrote a love poem. How dare you tell me to get out? I’ll let you have some memory tonight. You can joke about anything, but you can’t joke about this. This is my bottom line. You put my body first. I feel comfortable serving you, even if I work for you.”

"Asshole," Yin Shuiling scolded him while crying, "When we got married, you said that I was the one who made the decision in our family, and you were the one who made the decision..."

"Well, I didn't lie to you, but you have to make the decision."

Yin Shuiling, "...you said you would make me happy in the future, but I am not happy at all now..."

"Oh, honey, it's all my husband's fault. If you work harder, I will definitely make you happy."

Yin Shuiling, "..." Go to hell, go to hell!

There was a deep meaning in his words, but she believed his sweet words. She was so stupid.

"Honey, do you like my love poem? If you like it, read it out. I want to hear it."

Yin Shuiling, “…”

"Not willing? Ha, it doesn't matter, you will be willing."

…

Early the next morning, Baby Beibei got up and went downstairs, but they didn't see Yin Shuiling.

"Daddy, where's mommy?"

Yin Muchen poked his head out of the kitchen. The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He was looking energetic and handsome. He was obviously satisfied with last night. He smiled tenderly, "Baby Beibei, Mommy got up late today. Let’s not disturb her and let her sleep a little longer.”

"Daddy, why does Mommy get up so late? Mommy never sleeps in?"

"Because, mommy worked late last night and was tired."

"Oh," the little guy seemed to understand, "but mommy doesn't get up, so we don't have breakfast."

"Who said there is no breakfast?" Yin Muchen brought two plates and placed them on the dining table. "Baby, come here quickly. Daddy will cook for you today."

Baby Beibei walked to the dining table and took a look. There were dark things on the two plates, and some noodles could be vaguely seen.

The baby frowned, with disgust written all over his little face, "Daddy, what is this, dark cuisine?"

"What kind of dark food? Daddy just didn't control the heat and it was burnt for a while. Although it doesn't look good, it tastes good," Yin Muchen said, picking up some dark noodles with a fork and sending it to the little boy. Beibei's mouth said, "Beibei, come and have a taste. It's your first time for daddy to cook."

Little Beibei looked at the dark noodles, then looked at Yin Muchen. Finally, with a "wow" sound, Little Beibei burst into tears.

Yin Muchen panicked when he saw little Beibei crying. He wiped his daughter's tears and said, "Beibei, what's wrong? Tell daddy."

"Wow, wow, daddy gave me poison for me to take."

"It's not poison."

"This is poison. An old witch gave Sister Little Sweet Potato this black stuff, and then Sister Little Sweet Potato died. Wuwu, this is poison, I will die."

Yin Muchen didn't know what Sister Xiaofanshu was, but it was not difficult to guess that she was from fairy tales or cartoons.

"Okay Beibei, stop crying, we won't eat."

Little Beibei couldn't hold back her tears, and Yin Muchen couldn't coax her anymore, "Wow, mommy, I want mommy, I want mommy..."

"Okay, okay," Yin Muchen surrendered, "Daddy, go up and call mommy, Beibei, please stop crying."

Yin Muchen ran upstairs.