My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Yoon Shui-jun thought this Er-jo was disgusting. She tried her best to push him away. “Go away! ”

This "walk away" is a woman's sweetness and anger, which is more itchy than what Wu Qian just said, because Yoon Twilight hasn't spoken, and several men on the table can't hold on, everyone laughs, “Miss Yoon, who are you telling to go away? You're a liquor salesman. Someone wants to buy you. How dare you say no? ”

“Yes, Miss Yin, come and have a drink with us.” A middle-aged man rose up with a glass of wine in his hand and walked behind Yoon Shui-Lin's seat, trying to fill her with wine.

Yoon Shui-yan looked at the men at the table, and these men looked at her in a luminous green light and greedy manner. She bet that as soon as Yoon Dawn left, these people would turn her around.

There was a power gap between the men and women, she was pulled apart by the Second Zulu, and there were men behind her to fill her with wine. The door was full of bodyguards, and she could not escape.

She didn't expect to see him in such a desolate situation again, her beautiful eyes covered with crystalline fog beads, she looked up at the man sitting on the throne, her red lips trembling, her soft mouth, “brother. ”

She called him "brother."

Yin Twilight retracted his arm on the back of Wu Qian's chair. The hotel manager handed him a cigarette. He held a cigarette in his mouth and opened the metal lighter with his narrow eyes. The cigarette was lit. He smoked and did not speak.

His indifferent attitude quickly grew the flames of these men. The man with the glass grabbed Yoon Shuilin's shoulder and stroked it down along the delicate curve of her back. "Miss Yoon, President Yoon is not your brother now, don't call him, come and have a drink with us, we can all be your brother. ”

“Yes, Miss Yin, it's useless to call you President Yin. President Yin has Xiaowu. You are the one he has left to play with, so don't be boring yourself. ”

Yoon Shuiyan looked at Yoon Twilight, who didn't even lift her head across the street. Her two rows of long, densely combed eyelashes trembled for a moment, and the teardrops inside smashed down.

She closed her eyes desperately.

There was a low-alcohol magnetic sound in your ear, "They asked you a question, you were mute, why didn't you answer? ”

Yin Shuiyan opened her eyes quickly, and her tears blurred towards Yin Dunxin across the street.

I saw Yoon Twilight holding one hand on the table, one hand holding a cigarette smoking, he spit a smoke in the direction of the window, and then looked at her slowly. His handsome and hard face had no expression, and the voice was even colder. "Answer their two questions. I told Secretary Hu to take you away. If he didn't answer, I wouldn't know you today and let them take you away. ”

The men on the table were all stuck. Erzu looked at Yoon Twilight, and the man holding the glass was still touching Yoon Shuihui's waist. He quickly retracted his hands like he had touched a hot yam.

Just two questions…

The man on the table recalled that the two questions seemed to be - who raised her, and how many times a night the man who raised her slept with her...

Yun Shuilin naturally remembered these two problems. Her nose was red and she lowered her head in shame.

She bit her tender lower lip with her fresh, thin teeth until she bit a bloody mark and whispered, "I've been raised by my brother... overnight... maybe... three or four times...”

The voices dropped and the men looked different.

Yin Shui-yan's eyes shed more tears, maybe he and these men didn't feel anything, but she was only 23 years old and she had trouble telling.

It felt like she had been stripped naked and carried in front of these men, and her pride and self-esteem as a girl had been ruthlessly crushed.

Yoon Twilight looked coldly at Yoon Shuiyan's tears in a smoke, when the compartment door was pushed open and Hua walked in with two bodyguards.

The bodyguard easily peeled off the entanglement of the Second Ancestor. Gentleman Hua pulled the seat for Yoon Shui-yan and made a "please” gesture. Yoon Shui-yan got up.

At this time, Erzu picked up the table and said, "Yoon Dusk, don't think of yourself as a master because I gave you three faces now. You're here to pay us today. Your SK needs money. You know exactly what we're investing in. How are you? What are you dragging? You think you're still the one who used to be you. ”

Yoon Shui-yan had already walked to the door. She heard that she had stopped, and she looked back at Yoon Twilight.

Yoon Twilight smoked in the same colour and noticed her gaze. His sharp, blade eyes scratched her casually. "Don't you want to go? ”

Yin Shuiyi shuddered.

“Miss Yoon, let's go. ”

Jua took Yoon Shuiyan out and the compartment door was closed.

……

Yoon Shui-yan entered a hotel room, and Jua said, “Miss Yoon, you can rest here tonight. No one will bother you. ”

“Is he... going to be okay?” Yoon Shuihuan looked down at his toes, "I felt like I... ruined his affairs again. ”

Hua politely laughed, “Miss Yin, the president is on his own, we have no right to ask our subordinates, Miss Yin rest well. ”

Jua walks towards the door.

“Hey, Secretary Hu...” Yoon Shuiyan called Hua again.

Hua turns around, "Miss Yin, what else can I do for you? ”

Yoon Shui-yan shook her head. She had nothing to say. She just wanted to ask, “Will he come at night? ”

Come to this room.

“This… is also the decision of the President. Goodbye, Miss Yoon.” Jua went out.

The large room was silent, and Yoon Shuiyan slowly sat down by the soft queen bed, taking off her satchel and putting it on the bed cabinet. She sat on the queen bed with her thin legs curled all by herself.

There was a scene in his head in the box, like a movie, where he had every cold, cold eyebrow, and she buried her little face in her knees, and her skirt was hot, and that was the tear she couldn't stop.

All these years, she pushed him away.

He was good to her before, and now he's bad to her.

Not her, just herself.

I didn't know how long I cried. A slight noise rang in my ear and the door opened.

Yoon Shuiyan quickly looked up, Yoon Twilight arrived.

He was wearing a black shirt, black slim pants, no tie around his neck, three cuffs rolled up, a slip pocket and his well-tailored black suit was sitting on his wheat wrist.

Closed the door, he stepped towards her in steady steps, then parked two metres from the queen bed, his eyes darkened and his emotions were not clear.

Yoon Shuihuan hurriedly climbed out of the bed, and she walked up to him naked with a pair of snowy little feet, then reached out to pick up the suit in his wrist.

Yin Twilight didn't let her pick it up. His right hand reached out and pinched her pink and delicate little face. He picked his eyebrows and looked at the tear marks hanging from her face. “Did you cry? ”

He wouldn't let her pick up the suit, and her little white finger was stuck on his suit collar and his cheek ached because he used a little force to pinch her, deliberately causing her pain.

Don't open your eyes, she only realizes that this man can spoil a person to the bone, but he can humiliate a person to the extreme.

She shook her head, “No...”

She didn't cry.

But when she said that, tears fell in her eyes and slipped all the way down to his palm, pinching her.

Yoon Twilight strolled quietly around her little face, pulled up a smile at the corner of his mouth. He pressed down his voice and said, “Did I just let you answer those two questions at the dinner table? What are you accusing me of? Aren't you afraid that the market won't be good enough for you? ”

He used to say she had "little shoes," but most of the time he spoiled her, and now this "little shoes” is the mockery and humiliation of red fruit.

Yin Shuilin felt the teardrops on her cheeks slip from hot to cold. She retracted her little hand from his suit and embarrassed herself to push his palm.

No need for her to push, he let her go first.

He pulled his long leg apart and walked to the window sill. He touched a cigarette from his trousers pocket, then lit it with a lighter in his eyes. He squinted and smoked.

Yoon Shuiyan stretched out her hand and wiped a tear. She looked at the man with her side, “Are you... okay? Was I... ruining your business? ”

Yoon Twilight spit out a circle of smoke on his back. His male throat looked so sexy because of the movement on his back. He laughed down, “Thank you for your concern. ”

Yoon Shuihuan suddenly felt uncomfortable, and she lowered her head.

Men are talking, "Are you short of money lately? Short of money to sell alcohol, I don't think you have much talent for selling alcohol. Why not sell yourself to make more money. ”

Yin Shuiyang's little hand around her tightened her corner. She didn't lack any money. She made a lot of money in the past five years. She didn't sell alcohol. She just wanted to see him.

“Where's Yin De? His drug addict?” The man suddenly said.

Yoon Shui-yan suddenly raised his head. She looked at the man. Did he know?

Yoon Twilight turned his head and looked at her. “What's that look on your face? I sent someone to spy on Yinde's every move in prison. Are you surprised or are you blaming me for not saving Yoon Deok? Oh, I should let Yoon Deok get out of here in one piece, healthy? Oh, Yoon Shui-yan, not killing him in jail has been my greatest mercy to you! That's good. I'd like to see which life he feels more comfortable with than jail time and drug addiction. ”

Yoon Shui-bin's blood poured into her brain, and then it got cold. What can she say at this moment?

She can't say anything.

Her father blamed himself, and Yoon Twilight deserved it...

They're all right, just one of them pinched her.

One is her father, one is her lover...

Yoon Twilight finished smoking his last cigarette and then strangled it in the ashtray. His tall, pulled body leaned against the wall. He laughed, “Why are you standing there? Come here.”

Yoon Shui-yan's clear and weak eyes were ignorant and fluttering, and she didn't understand what he meant.

Yoon Twilight pulled a smile, “Yoon Shuiyan, what are you thinking? You and I have come this far and you expect me to give you money? If you want money, we can do business. I can still see you. You sell, I pay. ”

His long, narrow eyes spying on her bumpy body, his eyebrows filled with mature men's sluts, "How much do I give you? Fifty, ten thousand for Miss Sitting, or fifty thousand for the ace? Fifty grand a night, Yoon Shui-yan, that's really a lot. ”