Chapter 466 - Shuiling, Older Brother Misses You (1/2)

She had known that this day would come. He was a piece of gold and jade. A man like him was young, handsome, courageous, and dares to play. Any women with good taste would love him.

She was not jealous.

With his wealthy status today, she could only stand in the corner and look at him from afar. Professor Sparking’s only daughter, and those 18, 19-year-old young ladies, they were all better than her.

But he might recall her kindness back then. She was satisfied with him coming back once every couple of months.

An Meng Wen soflty said, “Don’t be angry Muchen. The little girl will get better once you coax her… If Sister Shuiling cries only when she hears my voice, there’s no way out. You won’t lack women around you, and you’ll have to have a family in the future as well. Is Sister Shuiling going to cry all the time?”

Yin Muchen’s face was hidden in a cloud of smoke. His expression was hard to see. After smoking his last cigarette, he snuffed the cigarette b.u.t.t out in the ashtray.

He pulled his leg back and got up.

An Meng Wen knelt on the carpet and looked at the man. He went to the landing window. His slender fingers took off his pajamas. Then he picked up the clothes his secretary had just sent him and put them on slowly and orderly.

First, he wore his pants. His legs were too long. His pants became a tapered and cut off pants, showing his thin white ankles. He then put on an expensive black belt, and finally a clean, casual white s.h.i.+rt. He didn’t tuck it into his pants. His s.h.i.+rt hung out.

An Meng Wen looked at his side face. The city’s neon lights outside the window projected on his handsome face. Those eyebrows, mouth, and nose, were all exquisite.

Today, Yin Muchen had succeeded in dressing as a young and handsome 25-year-old man.

Yin Muchen turned over his sleeves, then his waist and abdomen felt tight. An Meng Wen had hugged him from behind. “Muchen, tonight, can you stay?”

He never stayed over.

Yin Muchen did not pause in his actions after he had turned his sleeves. He stuffed his left hand in his trousers pocket and turned around. His right hand pinched An Meng Wen’s small jaw with just enough strength. He smiled gently, raised his brows as some devilish light shone in his beautiful eyes, and asked “Why, is it not enough?”

An Meng Wen’s face was red. How many faces does this man have? He was not a bed pillow for those successive rich socialites, but because of the nature of a man, he would still look at a lady with a very good face and figure, and his gentleman’s appearance incisively and vividly brings out the bad in the man.

Which woman could escape his gaze?

Not to mention women like her, who had had something with him.

She knew the strong impulse under his exquisite and handsome body. He wasn’t very gentle. Instead, he was so vicious it seemed as if he could kill.

An Meng Wen’s entire body was weak. Both of her slender arms crept onto his shoulders. “Muchen…” She closed her eyes and wanted to kiss him.

But she couldn’t kiss him. His big hand that squeezed her jaw pushed her away.

She was disappointed, but not too disappointed. She was used to it. He never kissed anyone.

In a woman’s heart, kissing must be more important than doing things.

Men probably thought the same way.

So he had women but never belonged to any woman.

An Meng Wen looked sideways. The man pulled out his long legs and walked to the bed. With his right hand, he picked up his dark blue baseball jacket and went to the door.

He was leaving.

An Meng Wen tugged at the corner of her mouth and jokingly said, “Muchen, are you going to coax Sister Shuiling? You refuse to accompany me for a night when I asked you, but you are so good to Sister Shuiling.”

So good to her that she was jealous.

The man who had walked to the door barely looked back. He looked at her with a deep, amused gaze and with a casual tone, said, “Can you compare with her?”

He went out.

An Meng Wen looked at the closed door. She laughed. She knew it was impossible to compare herself to Shuiling.

…

At 9 o’clock in the United States, it was still brightly lit. There were groups of pa.s.sers-by on the street and couples hugging and embracing, ready to go to the hotel.

Yin Muchen was walking along the road. His left hand was in his pocket, and his baseball jacket was sandwiched between his pocket and strong wrist. He held his cell phone in his right hand. He called again and again.

At that time, there were two blonde women dressed s.e.xily on the road. They could see at a glance Yin Muchen who was walking on the road. The man was tall and strong, and the soft bangs on his forehead were curled, covering one of his dark and beautiful eyes. Under his tapered trousers were a pair of white leather shoes. His simple and fas.h.i.+onable clothes, coupled with the beautiful proportion of his figure, made him very eye-catching.

The blondes took a look, whispered, and looked excited.

Yin Muchen noticed their gazes and shot them a look from across the street. How could he not understand the admiration of women? He slowly drew up his thin, s.e.xy lips devilishly, and he raised his sharp brows and whistled at them.

The blonde girls’ eyes brightened. They hadn’t expected him to be so frivolous. The gazes of adults were understandable at once. The two women walked forward immediately, ready to cross the street in high heels and walk to his side.

Who would have expected that a bus was speeding by then? The bus sprayed the blonde women with water. They could not escape in time, and with a scream, were completely showered with the water.

The blonde girls looked up at Yin Muchen as they tidied up their dresses. They saw the man keep his smile, and his deep, indifferent eyes glanced down at them.