My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Yin Shuiling opened her eyes. She tossed and turned late into last night, so she got up late. She brushed her teeth and washed her face in the bathroom, then walked downstairs after dawdling for a long time. She was wondering what she should do if she met her brother.

 Forgive?

 Or not to forgive?

 Yin Shuiling felt her small face burn up when she thought of last night. She did not know how to face him.

 She opened the door and went downstairs. She poked her head out to look and did not see her brother.

 The helper was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Yin Shuiling walked in and asked, “Auntie, where is my brother?”

 “Mr. Yin has already gone to the office.”

 “Yilin, Auntie, you can call me Miss Yilin,” the woman said with a stiff mandarin accent. She took off her sunglasses as she spoke, carried her suitcase, and entered the apartment. She looked around. “Muchen lives here? I came to find him. ”

 The helper saw her go into the apartment without permission and ran after her. “Miss Yilin, Sir didn’t inform me of any guests arriving today. I… ”

 Yilin started to take off her black windbreaker. Underneath, she was wearing a bright red bandage skirt with a V-neck. She smiled and raised her hand to brush away the wavy hair on her cheek, then winked at the helper. “Then call your Sir, Auntie. He would be majorly surprised when he knows that I’m here.”

 The helper blushed. This was the first time she had seen a real mixed person. The woman in front of her had a very beautiful and delicate face. Her Chinese-American mixed heritage gave her a pair of clear cat eyes. It felt as if there was a little cat claw tickling your heart and tickling your entire body when being looked at by that pair of eyes.

 She was 1.75 meters tall, with a strong petite waist and honey hips. Unlike Chinese women, every step of hers was exquisite and stylish. She was very open due to her experience abroad. When she spoke to the helper, she would wink at her, which caused the aged helper to feel dazed.

 The helper quickly turned around and dialed the phone. Sir had never brought women home, but the helper knew that it was impossible for Sir to be without a woman at his age.

 Sir was handsome and gentlemanly. She couldn’t find another person who was more handsome than him. The helper thought in her heart: Only Miss Yilin in front of her was a good match for him.

 The call was soon answered. “Hello…” A low, magnetic voice sounded from the other end.

 “Hello, Sir. A guest arrived at home today. Her name is Miss Yilin.”

 There were a few seconds of silence. “I’m driving now — I’ll be home soon.”

 …

 With Yin Muchen’s instructions, the helper was relieved. She smiled politely. “Miss Yilin, what do you want to drink? I’ll make some tea for you.”

 “No need.” Yilin didn’t treat herself as an outsider at all. She looked around. “I don’t really like Chinese tea. Auntie, go ahead and do your thing.”

 Yilin smiled sweetly.

 “Alright.” The helper went into the kitchen.

 Yilin looked around the apartment, bored. This apartment looked good but there was still a certain distance from her way of life in America. She doesn’t really care about these material conditions too much. She looked away and her attention was instantly drawn to the picture frame on the tea table.

 It was the cartoon drawing by Yin Shuiling.

 Yilin stooped to hold the frame in her hand, and her fair index finger slipped gently from the man’s eyebrow and eye in the frame. She nodded. Mmm, it was interesting.

 Then the door of the apartment opened, and Yin Muchen walked in.

 Yilin looked up. The man was still the same as in her memory — tall and strong, handsome and chic. She stood in place, raising her willow eyebrows and looking at the man.

 Waiting for him to speak.

 Yin Muchen changed his shoes on the porch and walked into the living room. He left his car key on the coffee table. The key made a crisp sound when it touched the coffee table.

 He took off his black suit and threw it on the sofa. He casually pulled the tie on his neck and unbuttoned two buttons on his white shirt. He squinted at Yilin. “I asked Secretary Hu to pick you up from the airport. Why didn’t you call in advance when your plane arrived early?”

 Yilin raised the picture frame on her hand, smiled, and said, “If I would have been picked up by Secretary Hu, you’d definitely bring me to a hotel. How can I make a surprise inspection then? Look — I found something wrong during my inspection. This drawing… Who drew it? Yin Muchen, how dare you have a woman behind my back!”

 Yin Muchen looked at the photo frame, placed one hand in his pocket, then stretched out his right hand. “Give it to me.”

 Yilin pressed her lips together. “What, Yin Muchen, do you really have a woman! If you want it, you can take it yourself.”

 She started running.

 When she ran to the landing window, her soft, petite waist was caught by a strong arm, and a low, rich, and magnetic voice sounded. “Still messing around?”

 Yilin smiled sweetly from the corner of her mouth and raised her arms to keep him from touching the picture frame. “Yes!”

 As soon as her voice fell, her body was turned around by several powerful fingers. Her shoulders were pushed. She stepped back a few steps, and her entire back hit the cold glass window.

 With a pat, the man pressed down on her. Their bodies didn’t touch. He raised his right hand to prop it against the wall. She was trapped in his arms.

 Yilin blushed and was almost drunk. She didn’t feel pain. She was already intoxicated in this man’s devilish and ruffian strength. Her cat eyes were half seductive and half coquettish. “Why are you still so rough?”

 Yin Muchen looked down at her, and the corners of her mouth were languid and pondering. He lowered his voice and asked, “Don’t you like it?”

 Oh. My god!

 Yilin hid her right hand with the photo frame behind her as her left hand slowly wrapped around his neck. She bit her lip and put on all her charm. “Did you miss me?”

 The helper in the kitchen wanted to come out but saw the scene at the landing window at a glance. The tall, strong man had trapped the slim, delicate woman in his arms. The woman slowly stretched out her right leg and caressed the man’s trousers from the bottom.

 Her bright red bandage skirt couldn’t cover anything. Those jade legs were also beautiful. They looked like they were covered with cream.

 The helper blushed, quickly turned around, and went into the kitchen.

 Yin Muchen stood still. He did not answer. He lowered his voice, came to the woman’s ear, and said two words: “Give me.”

 Yilin was annoyed. She clenched her fist and hit his strong shoulder. “How long has it been since you’ve touched a woman? Where’s the flirtation? I flew to T City to find you, and you asked Secretary Hu to pick me up? Has your conscience been eaten by dogs? Do you want this? It’s so important to you? Alright, if you want it. Kiss me. ”

 Yilin poked her bouncy small face as she said, “I won’t make it difficult for you. Just kiss my cheek.”

 Yin Muchen raised his eyebrows. “Do you really want me to kiss you?”

 “Yes.” Yilin nodded.

 So Yin Muchen lowered his head.