Chapter 472 Perfect Wedding (3)

Yin Shuiling raised the corners of her mouth, feeling arrogant but polite, "Thank you for the compliment."

The handsome man's eyes were hot when he saw that she was willing to talk to her. After the fall of the Yin family, this little princess from T city had countless powerful men who wanted to take her as their own. They conquered her and even became a high-class man for a while. A must-have topic for fun.

She was only 18 years old at that time.

"Ms. Yin, our editorial office recently organized an event with the comic industry. I wonder if I have the honor to invite Miss Yin to participate..."

Yin Shuiling listened to the man's eloquent speech. She lowered her eyes and looked at her toes. How could she not see what this man was thinking, but she felt bored and indifferent in her heart.

Just as he was about to find an excuse to leave, several enthusiastic and flattering voices sounded in his ears, "Mr. Yin, are you here?"

Yin Shuiling's body stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

She heard Lu Shaoming's voice behind her, "Mr. Yin, welcome."

Yin Shuiling wanted to laugh in her heart. Being able to be greeted by Lu Shaoming in person showed how well he had done in the financial world in the past two years. Yes, he was engaged to the only daughter of a financial tycoon. He stepped on the threshold and climbed up the ladder. Now he is , he is still the same person he was when he was living under the shelter of others in the Yin family.

The man in front of her was still talking, and she responded politely and calmly, although she didn't know what she said.

The conversation behind him came clearly. Lu Shaoming exchanged a few words with him, and there was a woman's gentle and soft voice in the middle, which was quite nice.

Yin Shuiling knew that his taste had always been good, especially when it came to choosing women.

At this time, Yin Shuiling felt her little hand being held. Looking sideways, she saw that it was Yue Wanqing who was holding her little hand. Yue Wanqing said goodbye to the man in front of her, "We still have something to do. Let's talk when we have time."

Yin Shuiling was led away.

After taking two steps, Yue Wanqing said in a low voice, "Shui Ling, what do you think of this man? He is the second generation of rich people. He is also young and promising. I look handsome, but there is one thing wrong with him. What his mother said about him I’ve had several girlfriends, she’s too frivolous and we can’t have her.”

Yin Shuiling was amused, she put on a sweet smile and joked, "Auntie, just because he has had several girlfriends doesn't mean he will have me too. What if he falls in love with me and becomes obsessed with me? , I won’t marry you.”

Yue Wanqing stretched out her finger and nodded her little head lovingly, "We don't want to take any chances. A woman's marriage is a major event in her life."

Yin Shuiling felt so warm in her heart. She had never felt such warmth since her mother passed away. She stretched out her little hand to hold Yue Wanqing's arm, rubbed her little head against it and said, "Auntie, you are so kind to me."

Yue Wanqing smiled, "I should treat you well. Our Yin and Ning families are family friends. My aunt has watched you grow up. Now that Qingqing is well, my aunt is worried about your marriage. You are my daughter just like Qingqing. In the future, you will also marry from our Ning family."

"Yes," Yin Shuiling nodded vigorously, "Auntie, don't worry, I'm not young anymore. I will lower the threshold and find a good man to marry."

Yue Wanqing nodded with relief.

At this time, "Mom." Lu Shaoming came over from the front, accompanied by Yin Muchen. Next to Yin Muchen was Xiao Yao in a pink dress.

Xiao Yao, the only daughter of a financial tycoon, is now also Yin Muchen's fiancée.

The two groups of people met together, and Yin Shuiling also raised her little head from Yue Wanqing's arm. The warmth just now was gone, and a smile appeared on her delicate and cold face, the smile did not reach her eyes, "Brother, sister in law."

Yin Muchen was wearing a well-tailored dark gray shirt and black trousers, as if he had come from some formal occasion. With a deep and handsome face and black eyes like inky glass, he still looked elegant and silent. He didn't say much. But the man is full of aura.

For a man of his age, words are not important. Just when his dark eyes turn to your face, you seem to be seen through.

Yin Muchen wiped his trouser pockets with one hand, and his other strong arm was held by Xiao Yao beside him. He looked at Yin Shuiling, his dark eyes showing no emotion at all, "You're back?"

"Yes." Yin Shuiling nodded.

Xiao Yao raised a smile and gave Yin Shuiling a ladylike smile, "Shuiling, welcome back home."

At this time, Lu Shaoming spoke, "Mom, I just saw you and Miss Yin chatting happily. What were you talking about?"

"Oh, I'm worried about Shuiling's marriage. You said that Xiao Jinwen is already one and a half years old and Shuiling is not married yet. She is too far behind Qingqing. I am worried. Didn't you see the man at the wedding banquet? We Shuiling can't turn our eyes, but there are too few who are truly reliable. Shaoming, Muchen, you should pay more attention to Shuiling, I can trust your vision."

Lu Shaoming smiled, "Mom, Ning Qing has said this to me many times. Don't worry, I will pay attention."

"That's good," Yue Wanqing said, looking up at Yin Muchen who had not yet expressed his opinion, "Muchen, you are Shuiling's eldest brother. Now that Shuiling's parents are gone, you, the eldest brother, cannot bully you. "

Yin Muchen laughed when he heard this. He looked at Yin Shuiling's delicate little face casually, showing a bit of a man's casualness, "I want to bully her, but I can't."

Yue Wanqing could only understand the literal meaning, thinking that it was her brother's helpless doting on her sister. She nodded with satisfaction.

There was no expression on Yin Shuiling's face. She sneered in her heart. He knew what he meant. He had the nerve to say it in front of so many people, such as Lu Shaoming and his fiancée Xiao Yao.

Be too big.

Yin Shuiling straightened her waist and said, "Auntie, I'm going to see Qingqing, and you guys can talk."

She turned and left.

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There were too many people at the banquet, and Yin Shuiling no longer wanted to be a competent bridesmaid. She didn't want to say hello to anyone, so she took a remote shortcut to find Ning Qing.

She turned and walked into the corridor. It was quiet. She thought there was no one there, but after taking two steps, she saw the man, Yin Muchen.

He was smoking, with his back against the wall, his long legs stretched forward lazily, and his body straight and tall. His left hand was rubbed into his trouser pocket, and the cigarette was held between two fingers of his right hand. When smoking, his narrow eyes would tighten. He frowned, which made the fine lines at the corners of his eyes appear deeper and more masculine.

He is 10 years older than her. She is 24 this year and he is 34.

Yin Shuiling suddenly remembered what he was like when he was 20 years old. He was very well-behaved at that time, and he started to stand out after joining the Yin family. He would smile at her, but there was always a hint of melancholy in his smile, which made her feel distressed.

Now he has stood at the pinnacle of power. His status and wealth have added to his increasingly noble status. He has the coldness and style of a shopping mall boss, and his long history of cleaning up has made him a little evil. This kind of him is enough to make Women all over the world feel sad.

But that's why he would still be like this, leaning against the wall and smoking alone. The sunshine outside was brilliant, but it didn't penetrate him at all. He was lonely.

Yin Shuiling wanted to turn around and go back to avoid him, but after thinking about it, he deliberately stopped here to wait for her. She avoided him once or twice. How could she avoid him for the rest of her life?

She doesn't owe him anything.

Yin Shuiling continued to move forward. When she came to him, he didn't even raise his eyes. He just smoked. Some ash fell on his expensive trousers, and he reached out to flick it.

Yin Shuiling passed him by and walked forward.

But a voice came from behind, "Why don't you say anything when you see me? Pretend you don't recognize me?"

Yin Shuiling stopped slowly, her voice cold and without any warmth, "Do we know each other?"

She doesn't recognize him anymore.

The man said "Oh" with great interest, "So you don't need to know all the men who have slept with you."

Yin Shuiling closed her eyes and walked away.

But he didn't make it, because her slender wrist was grabbed. He used two fingers, and the force was not too strong, but she couldn't break free.

He pushed hard, and she ran directly into his arms. Before she could struggle, her small face was held in his big palm holding a cigarette, and his dark glazed eyes glanced at her up and down. , "Tsk tsk" he sneered, "I see you smiling happily at other men with this face. Why do you feel so cold when you see me? I used to see you enjoying yourself in bed. Why, this year in France, you have an appetite." Open a little more, don’t you like me anymore?”

Yin Shuiling met him with cold eyes and smiled even colder than him, "Yes, I don't like you. Oh, no, I have never liked you."

As soon as the words fell, Yin Muchen's dark eyes surged with violent wind and rain, scraping against her face like a blade, with an aura that was overwhelming.

Yin Shuiling wanted to struggle, but her shoulder was pushed hard by his right hand holding a cigarette, and her back hit the wall, and he pushed directly against her.

"Yin Muchen, let go. If you don't let go, I will..."

"What do you want?" Yin Muchen reached out and touched her little face. He put the cigarette into his mouth, put his hands on her waist and turned her around, letting her lie on the wall. He laughed lazily, With a half-smile, he said, "Are you going to give me another stab? Shuiling, let me tell you, you stabbed me crookedly last year. Next time I stab you, I will teach you how to stab me. Go straight to my heart and you will definitely kill me."

Yin Shuiling's two flailing little hands were clasped by one of his big palms, and her slender waist was grasped in his palm. She lowered her eyes and saw that he had thrown away the cigarette, stepped on the handmade belt, and he was lifting her skirt.

Yin Shuiling felt a little scared. She didn't expect that he would be so presumptuous after not seeing him for so long. This was a corridor with nothing to block it, and he actually wanted to force himself in.

Yin Muchen closed his eyes and half-curved his cold, ruthless lips, "Shui Ling, do you know how beautiful you are? I don't blame you for being born like this. I blame you for showing off. Don't wear a skirt next time. If you hang out in front of men, I will be unhappy if they look at you, and I will punish you if I am unhappy.”

"I remember when you were fifteen years old, you were wearing a little white vest at home and ran to hug me. You were so innocent at that time. There was nothing in the vest. You knew where my eyes were looking. You are not a mischievous one. What am I? It’s ridiculous that your mother came to remind me that the princess in their hands is not something that a low-level person like me can look at. Now, don’t I still suppress you?”