My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Yin Shuiling felt very funny. It was only a candle-lit dinner. He had another appointment to say clearly, what was her relationship with him, at most it was a transaction. Is he necessary to lie?

Actually, she just wanted to go back to Hu Ya. You can call other women to find out ...

But if you think about it, it's fine. If you say this, others would mistake her for jealousy, right?

Yin Shuiling washed the steak, cut it with a knife, and cut her wet cheek. Two drops of crystal tears flowed out of her eyes.

The dim light in the kitchen hit her. She dangled her head and wiped her tears with her left hand. She tried to evoke a bright smile. This is how she came over the past three years. Whenever she wanted to cry, she worked hard. laugh.

Actually, she didn't cry much.

It's all her own stupidity.

Over and over, he threw a heart over him, and was bullied by him until he wanted to cry.

With tears in her nose and a sip of her nose, she continued making pasta.

...

After half an hour, a plate of pasta was ready, full of color and aroma. She brought the noodles to the coffee table in the living room, opened her notebook, and crossed her legs on the thick carpet.

I took out my mobile phone and took a photo of the noodles, posted it on Tubo's Weibo, and got tens of thousands of likes in a few minutes.

Tudi has become popular in the comics industry. Her Weibo has over one million followers from all over the world. Everyone will exchange enthusiastic exchanges between Chinese and English, and the atmosphere will be relaxed and harmonious.

Yin Shuiling will come here to bubbling when she is free.

Many netizens leave messages --- Wow, did you order this noodle in the restaurant? I want to eat.

--- I think it was done by Teddy himself.

--- It's true, I don't believe it!

--- Unbelief is down, not only is my comics good, talented, but even the cooking is first-rate. Are you talking about it?

Yin Shuiling drew a warm smile on a delicate little face. She moved her tiny white fingers to circle the person and then made an expression.

This is to admit that she did it herself, and there was a surge on the Internet.

When Yin Shuiling was feeling better, the villa door suddenly opened and Yin Muchen returned.

She didn't look up, her little hand served the plate, and she took a fork to eat the noodles.

Yin Muchen saw Yin Shuiling as soon as she entered the living room. She was still wearing a blue dress in the morning. Because she was cooking, she hooked the hair on the right behind her ear, and issued a kitty card on the side. She was sitting cross-legged on the carpet with a notebook on the coffee table, soft and harmless, like a girl at home.

Yin Muchen threw the car keys on the table and lifted his feet toward the girl. As he walked, he lifted his hands and unbuttoned the black suit and put it on the sofa.

When he came to the girl, he naturally sat on the carpet. The girl's soft waist was stretched out on the right arm. The waist was so soft and boneless. It was about a foot six. He felt only tender in the arm.

Men all love women's waists, and her small waists are dazzling when he halo.

Picked up and kissed her little face, he whispered softly, "Shui Ling, sorry, something happened with the company today. Don't be angry with you, don't get angry, huh?"

Yin Shuiling didn't even struggle when he kissed him. She bit a noodle in her little mouth, and she ate it very gracefully. "Oh, it's okay ... you worked hard." She replied lightly.

Yin Muchen glanced at her complexion, she had no anger on her face, and treated him like usual.

At first glance when he came in to see her, she seemed to be laughing and seemed to be in a good mood.

Yin Muchen looked down at the pasta in her hand. The pliable noodles with green sauce were extremely delicious and smooth. It was covered with chopped steak, shrimp, and a few grains of corn and green beans. .

"Order takeaway?" He whispered.

"No, I did it myself."

self-made?

Yin Muchen laughed. He held her tighter in her arms, and covered her with her little white earlobe. At least it's the skill of a five-star chef. Can you make this? "

He really doesn't believe it.

Yin Shuiling picked a grain of corn and chewed it in her mouth. "Thank you for the compliment."

Thank you for his compliment on the five-star chef.

Yin Muchen stagnates. He looks at the girl's calm expression. It is not like joking to show off her face, she is just stating a fact.

Yin Muchen's eyes lit up, a big palm touched her little face, and straightened her straight up. He touched the tip of her nose against her nose, and yelled joyfully, "Shui Ling, you really Will you cook? Will you cook for me in the future? I will come home from work, and you will prepare a table for me, huh? "

He was really happy. Such a spoiled girl, he did not expect that she would cook.

But in his heart he hoped that there would be a woman who would cook in the house. He came home from work and she waited for him. This was how his mother was waiting for his father. This is how it feels at home.

He was pleasantly surprised.

Yin Shuiling gently brushed off his big hand, and continued to bow down to eat noodles, "I have grandma at home."

She refused in disguise.

Yin Muchen was not upset, he asked softly, "When will I learn cooking?"

"Oh, I talked to a few boyfriends in the UK and found that eating is a big problem when living together. Men do n’t cook, so I have to cook, and over time the cooking comes out."

For a moment, the tenderness on Yin Muchen's face froze. She was cooking for those honeys.

His face wasn't too good-looking, and his big palm held her soft waist a little harder. "Annoy me again? Give me a bite!" He looked at the noodles and said stiffly.

"Don't ... this is my own meal, I'll be hungry if I give you a bite."

"Yin Shuiling, I'll taste a noodle, don't you get hungry with one less noodle?"

Hearing the anger in the man's voice, Yin Shuiling slowly turned his head to look at him. This was the first right eye she gave him when he returned. The handsome features of the man were stretched, and those ink eyes stared at her fiercely It seemed as if she was in a hurry.

She pointed, and noticed long hair on his shirt.

Whose long hair is this?

Yin Shuiling smiled, "It's an excuse to be hungry. I just don't want to give you food. In fact, my cooking is really good, but you just can't taste it."

Yin Muchen's eyes suddenly burst into the cold, and his left hand, which was lying on his side, was tightly squeezed into a fist. He gritted his teeth and said, "You!"

Yin Shuiling turned her head calmly and continued to eat noodles.

The atmosphere was completely rigid, and she was very casual, but every word stabbed him with a knife. She would say whatever he minded, and deliberately stung him.

Yin Muchen stared at her, and her chest turned into a huge anger. The little woman was cold and shy, and a little bit unruly. He really wanted to teach her.

The way men teach women is simple, overwhelming her, venting back and forth on her, and asking her to beg for mercy.

But he couldn't, and didn't dare.

Glancing at the notebook on the coffee table, he quickly scanned the "Momada" she sent as a tutu, and his face was even worse, "What is this?"

She looked down his fingers, "What a matter."

nonsense!

Doesn't he know that?

"I ask why you send this to others at random? What do you mean?"

Yin Shuiling looked at the man next to him with an idiot's eyes, "I said that you are really too out? It is normal to post a chat now, what can I have to say, uncle!"

She bit a note on "Uncle".

Yin Muchen's face turned into the bottom of the pot directly. At this moment, the notebook rang. It turned out that someone had given her a large ranch.

"What is this again?" He asked.

"Someone bought me a large ranch and gave it to me. What's wrong?"

"Why do other people spend money to give you something?"

"Others like me."

Yin Muchen's eyes were about to spit fire. He stretched his feet and stamped a coffee table, grinning, "This ranch is useful? He can give you a large ranch if he has the ability."

"He doesn't have the ability. You can send me if you have the ability. Isn't you rich? This is the Tianshan Ranch at the foot of Scotland. Once I traveled there, I thought it was good. You bought it for me.

Yin Muchen looked at her chattering red lips, and there was a little bit of sauce on the red lips.

Her lips were fragrant and soft. He put up his tongue and rolled a little bit of sauce on her lips into his mouth. Well, this green sauce tasted really good.

I don't know where she learned the cooking skills.

Actually I really wanted to try the noodles in her hand.

He ate a little food at Qinghewan Villa, all in her mind was her, afraid she was angry, afraid she would be bored at home, and even more afraid she would not eat, so he hurried back.

It would be better if he rushed back, she kept pounding his knife.

He crushed it a few times on her soft lips to vent the anger in her heart and opened her eyes. The girl didn't close her eyes. She just stared at him so coldly that there was no mood in her eyes.

Yin Muchen quickly reached out to cover her eyes, and he pampered indulgently, "Oh, don't look at me like that ... Shui Ling, what happened to you? In the morning, we are fine, I'm very happy ... Is it that I didn't accompany you at night? Sorry, I apologize to you ... I will stay with you in the future, huh? "

The girl didn't answer. He drew a self-mockery and lonely smile on his lips. He rolled her little mouth gently, like tasting the most precious flower fragrance in the world. "Is it the attitude to talk to a man about a ranch? Do n’t even give a smile? A piece of ranch says you can buy it? Shui Ling, I love you. ”

The girl still didn't respond, Yin Muchen kissed her twice, then stood up, "I'm going to take a shower, you go upstairs to bed earlier."

He pulled his leg upstairs.

Yin Shuiling sat quietly on the carpet. She ate two more bites of noodles and found that it could not taste. She put the dinner plate on the coffee table, and she opened an entertainment program, curled her legs and watched quietly.

...

Yin Muchen took a shower and the bedroom was empty. The girl did not come up. He went to the window sill and smoked a cigarette. When the nth cigarette was extinguished in the ashtray, he turned and opened the door to go downstairs.

The girl still kept her legs curled up, there was laughter in the notebook, a variety show, and she watched it very seriously.

He stepped forward, pressed his long fingers on the notebook, and snapped them together.

Bending down, he hugged the girl horizontally and walked upstairs to the bedroom. "It's late, I'll see you tomorrow."

Yin Shuiling did not resist. When she was pressed into the soft mattress, the man's kiss came overwhelmingly.