Chapter 660: Don’t Let Your Wishful Thinking

"Mom..." Yin Muchen was about to speak.

Yin Shuiling quickly pulled his hand, and she smiled crisply, "Aunt, their praise is useless, I want your praise."

Liu Wanxin, "..." Shameless!

Yin Shuiling stuck out her little pink tongue, and Yin Muchen hugged her lovingly.

…

The three of them had dinner together, and Liu Wanxin was served to bed. Yin Muchen brought documents to deal with, and he took a shower and leaned against the bedside to review the documents.

Yin Shuiling packed up and returned to the room. Yin Muchen looked up at her and saw that she was holding a small electric massager in her little hand. He asked, "What is that for?"

Yin Shuiling put the massager in the box, "Oh, it's for auntie to massage her knuckles. The doctor said it's good for blood circulation."

"Did you buy it in the hospital?"

"No, my friend sent it to me from the UK. You can't buy such a massager in China."

Yin Muchen raised his eyelids and said, "Friend? Which friend in the UK?"

"I'm a comic reader. I contacted you on Weibo. I haven't met you in person." Yin Shuiling went to the closet to get her pajamas, "Brother, I'm going to take a shower."

She walked into the bathroom.

Yin Muchen pursed his thin lips, and his handsome and deep facial features sank. He knew that she had many fans, and those fans had given her a lot of money on Weibo before.

At this time, with a "ding", Yin Shuiling's notebook on the bedside cabinet lit up.

Her comic editor Pudding sent a message---

Tumi, what are you busy with recently? It's been a long time since I saw you interacting with readers on Weibo. Your fans have called me on the hotline.

Tumi, your comics have been serialized to the fifth season. Both its fame and sales have broken records. I have good news for you. We have secured an opportunity for you to study in France.

This opportunity to study in France is very rare. You can get to know many pioneers and senior executives in the comics industry. Such connections are what every cartoonist dreams of. Tumi, we all believe that after this study in France, you can become a new generation of comics queen.

Tumi, are you there?

If you are there, please reply to my message. You are still young. It is a good time to go out and fight. Don't limit yourself. You need a bigger stage because you can fly very far in comics.

Waiting for your reply...

Yin Muchen looked at the messages that kept coming in the chat box, especially the last sentence---you can fly very far...

He reached out and deleted all the messages sent by Pudding.

At this time, the door of the bathroom opened, and Yin Shuiling came out wearing a suspender nightgown. Her hair was wet, and she was wiping it with a clean towel in her hand.

She saw that the laptop screen on the bedside cabinet was lit, so she asked, "Brother, did you use my computer?"

"No." Yin Muchen shook his head, "My hand accidentally touched it just now. Come here, I'll wipe your hair."

"Oh." Yin Shuiling took the wool and needles and climbed onto the bed, then handed the towel to Yin Muchen.

Yin Muchen wiped her hair, Yin Shuiling fiddled with the wool in her hand, suddenly she took out a tape measure, turned her head and looked at the man and smiled, "Brother, can I measure your size?"

"Hmm?" He snorted.

"I think I'll knit you... a sweater when I can knit."

Yin Muchen looked at her bright eyes, and his bones were all soft, "Okay." He turned around and left his handsome back to her.

Yin Shuiling knelt on the bed with both knees, holding a tape measure to measure his shoulders, and her eyes inevitably fell on his figure.

After taking a shower, he put on a white shirt. The thin shirt fabric could reveal his muscular body, flat waist and abdomen, and tight waist. What was terrible was that his hips seemed to be very perky, and he seemed to have the curves of a woman.

"Okay." Yin Shuiling blushed as she took back the tape measure, then picked up a pen and wrote down his size on paper.

When Yin Muchen turned around, he found that her white face was blushing. He threw the document aside, and he put his arm around her soft waist and held her in his arms. With the other hand, he reached into her skirt and buried his head in her pink neck. She was so wet and fragrant that he couldn't help but opened his mouth and bit her gently with his teeth.

Yin Shuiling dodged hard, "Brother..."

"Why are you blushing? Can you blush when you measure my size?"

Yin Shuiling was so embarrassed that she wanted to break free from his arms and escape, "I didn't..."

"Is my figure too good? Did you think about it?" He whispered in her ear.

Yin Shuiling's face flushed. She only admitted the first sentence, but she would never admit the second sentence. He did have a good figure. It is said that a man's figure is his self-cultivation. Women will have hormones stimulated by handsome and well-built men, and have a reaction similar to being crazy about them.

She seemed to be like that just now.

Yin Muchen pinched her little face with two slender fingers to force her to turn her head. He directly blocked her little mouth.

Yin Shuiling clenched his collar, and the light above her head gradually blurred in her sight. She was kissed by him all of a sudden.

Yin Muchen stroked her tender red lips with water, and asked gently, "Shuiling, are you bored during this period? I mean, you take care of my mother and accompany me at night?"

She no longer has the life that a girl should have.

"Well, not boring..." Yin Shuiling buried herself in his arms, her voice full of charm, "I just want to accompany my aunt and brother."

Yin Muchen raised his eyebrows, obviously pleased by her words, "Well, just bear with it for a while. When my mother can be discharged from the hospital, I won't be busy anymore and I will take you on a trip."

"Oh." Yin Shuiling nodded softly.

Yin Muchen kissed her sweet and soft little face, "Shui Ling is so good."

"Brother," Yin Shuiling suddenly remembered something, "What is Qingqing busy with during this time? We haven't contacted each other for a long time."

Yin Muchen paused for a moment, then curled his lips and said with a smile, "I'm not too sure, I haven't seen her for a long time. The last time I met Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu said she was busy with the winery. Since Ning Qing is here If you are busy, don’t bother her. She is now busy in the entertainment industry and winery and is already a strong woman. "

"Yes." Yin Shuiling nodded.

Yin Muchen held her soft waist with both hands and sat her on his lap. Yin Shuiling looked at the emotion in his eyes and quickly reached out to push him. She went to touch the wool, "Brother, don't... I still want to fight." Wool, otherwise my aunt will talk about me again tomorrow morning..."

Yin Muchen tied her two small hands behind her with one big hand, then reached out to brush off the thin shoulder straps hanging on her shoulders, "No, my mother knows your time at night...it's me of…"

Yin Shuiling raised her head and bit her lower lip with her scallop-like teeth, "No, I remembered that there are still things in the kitchen that I haven't prepared yet..."

"Shh, baby, don't talk. I want you now."

…

Happy times always pass quickly. On this day, Liu Wanxin was sitting in a wheelchair, and the nurse was feeding her water. The nurse looked at the TV and suddenly said in surprise, "Auntie, Mr. Yin appeared on TV."

Liu Wanxin raised his head.

Just listen to the host talking on the TV, "It is reported that recently because of the official launch of the Zhongding project, SK President Yin Muchen and Xiao Yao, the only daughter of a generation of financial tycoons, got very close. Yesterday, our reporter also photographed the two arriving one after another. A picture of them checking into the same hotel was shown, and a person familiar with the matter said that something good is about to happen for the two of them..."

The nurse didn't expect these words to be said on TV. She was shocked for a moment, "This..."

Mr. Yin and Miss Xiao entered the same hotel. This news alone can make people think a lot about Mr. Yin and Miss Xiao. What should Miss Yin do?

The nurse was thinking about it when Yin Shuiling came out of the kitchen with a small bowl and said, "Auntie, I made you winter melon and pork ribs soup today..."

Yin Shuiling's voice suddenly stopped because she saw the frozen picture on the TV at a glance. Yin Muchen and Xiao Yao, both dressed in black coats, checked into the hotel at the same time.

The host was still talking, "This Xiao Yao is the only daughter of financial tycoon Xiao Xiang. Not only does she come from a wealthy family, she also has the reputation of being a lady when she studied abroad. If she marries Yin Muchen, the two will be a powerful combination... "

Yin Shuiling stared blankly at the picture on the TV. At this moment, there was a sound, the TV was turned off, and Liu Wanxin slapped the remote control in her hand on the table.

Her empty eyes looked in Yin Shuiling's direction, "What are you still doing there?"

"Oh." Yin Shuiling stepped forward. She lowered her eyes and scooped up the pork rib soup with a spoon, blowing on the hot air, and then fed Liu Wanxin a spoonful of it.

Liu Wanxin took two sips of the soup, and then hummed, "Don't you usually like to talk, but now you are mute?"

"No..." Yin Shuiling looked a little pale.

"You have also seen that Xiao Yaoyao is better than you. No matter how hard you try, it will be useless."

Yin Shuiling said nothing.

"You should stop having such wishful thinking. You have been disfigured and turned into an ugly monster. Will Ah Chen marry you? Besides, you have lost even the most basic functions of a woman. You can't get pregnant. What are you still thinking about? what?"

Yin Shuiling twitched her lips and said, "Auntie, I understand."

…

Yin Shuiling was cooking in the kitchen, and she was a little distracted. At this time, a drop of fried food splashed on her hand. She lowered her eyes and saw a big blister on her hand.

Putting the spatula down, she turned on the cold water and poured it on her little hands.

At this time, her soft waist was hugged, and the familiar and refreshing breath invaded her senses, and a low-alcohol magnetic voice sounded in her ears, "What are you thinking about? You won't know when I come back."

Yin Shuiling came to her senses, "It's nothing, brother, the food is ready, get ready to eat."

Yin Shuiling put all the dishes on the table, then took out the bowls and chopsticks. She filled a bowl of rice and put it in Yin Muchen's hand, "Brother, eat it."

She sat down on the chair next to her.

Yin Muchen picked up the chopsticks and said, "Shui Ling, don't you want to eat?"

Yin Shuiling shook her head, "I ate with my aunt."

Yin Muchen started to eat. He took a piece of dried fragrant spice and put it in his mouth to chew. After chewing a mouthful, he frowned and said, "Shui Ling, isn't there any salt in this dish?"

"Really?" Yin Shuiling stood up. She walked over and took out the salt shaker, "Let me add some salt."

"Shui Ling," Yin Muchen stretched out his hand to stop her, "This is the sugar bowl, what happened to you today?" Yin Muchen touched her little hand, "Why are your hands so cold and your face so pale?"