The Evil Wife of the Rebirth of the Shang Family

Chapter 28 The Master of Playing With Emotions

The girl's smile was enchanting, as bright as the stars, thinking that such a smile would appear in front of Wen Jingrong, Lin Chuyang suddenly felt a little awkward.

"Chuyang, if you don't like someone, you have to reject her." Meng Shuixin caressed Lin Chuyang's cheeks, body, and fingertips bit by bit, "Playing hard to get and tempting people are not what good students should do thing!"

The girl's hand stopped when she touched the key chain hanging from Lin Chuyang's waist.

A key with a special shape and the word "Lin" engraved on it.

The room that this key can open is the only one that Meng Shuixin has never been to after living in the Lin family for more than ten years.

This was something that Meng Shuixin in his previous life didn't bother to care about, nor did he care about it.

Thinking about it now, I am afraid that since then, Lin Chuyang has been thinking about how to deal with the four major families including the Meng family?
In the last life, the Meng family was destroyed, and those supernatural families who watched coldly did not know what would happen?

If I could get into that room...

When Meng Shuixin touched Lin Chuyang's waist, the boy stiffly dodged and looked at the girl with a gloomy expression.

But Meng Shuixin laughed foolishly: "Why, are you afraid of me? Chuyang, it's really not like your style, Chuyang, why are you trying so hard to get close to me?"

The girl looked at herself with bewitching eyes, Lin Chuyang grabbed the bed sheet with both hands, did not speak, and had a cold expression.

"Can't answer?" Meng Shuixin raised his eyebrows and smiled, like a mandala blooming at night, "Then let me answer for you, Lin Chuyang, the one you want to approach is not me, but the Meng family..."

Lin Chuyang narrowed his eyes slightly, the girl in front of him seemed to be unable to overlap with the Meng Shuixin in his memory...

And the hands she was groping around her waist actually made her react slightly? !
The rich lady of the Meng family, drag racing, nightclubs, clubbing, she is doing things that are completely out of her age.

Although he hated it, Lin Chuyang was happy to see it come to fruition. The next head of the Meng family was ruined, so wouldn't it mean that the Meng family was ruined?

But now, she is still that girl, what is wrong?
The girl's hand was wandering around her waist, Lin Chuyang suddenly realized something, grabbed Meng Shuixin, and the two switched positions, Meng Shuixin was pressed on the bed by Lin Chuyang.

The boy's face was only a few feet away from him, he didn't move, and neither did Meng Shuixin.

But the boy's hand tightly pressed Meng Shuixin's hands on the bed.

Time passed bit by bit, as if standing still.

During this period of time, Meng Shuixin's mind flashed all kinds of past life like a slide show.

On this bed, she had quarreled with Lin Chuyang, her husband, had cold wars, and shared the same bed, but there was no love between husband and wife.

At that time, I thought that even if Lin Chuyang was a piece of ice, I could melt him one day. Now that I think about it, I am really naive.

Lin Chuyang looked at the girl who was relaxed and not struggling at all, just lying under him.

Her long, light wine-red hair spread across the bed, and her eyes were filled with thick mist, as if she was doing something that both people and gods hated.

"Meng Shuixin, this expression doesn't suit you..." Lin Chuyang's voice was rare and gentle, probably because he seldom spoke in this tone, it sounded a bit weird.

But this little bit of warmth was awakened by the severe pain. The girl's hand climbed onto her arm and tightly clasped her wound that had been burned just now.

Meng Shuixin's hand firmly dug into Lin Chuyang's skin, as if trying to gouge out this piece of flesh.

Lin Chuyang frowned.

"Meng Shuixin, why do you hate me so much?" Enduring the pain in his arm, Lin Chuyang asked the doubts in his heart all along.

The girl didn't speak, her eyes were full of unfathomable expressions.

"Don't forget, I rejected you because you didn't let go!" Lin Chuyang looked at the girl with a strange smile under him, feeling very uncomfortable. His body felt hot from the girl's touch just now, and now he felt as if he had been scorched by a basin. Pour cold water down to restore the ice-cold.

"You know me very well, take three steps forward, Lin Chuyang, you are a master..." Meng Shuixin smiled, with undisguised contempt in his eyes, "A master at playing with emotions!"

"Meng Shuixin, you!" Lin Chuyang was speechless for a moment.

Meng Shuixin dug hard into Lin Chuyang's wound, and her long nails seemed to pierce Lin Chuyang's flesh and blood.

The blood fell on the bed sheet drop by drop, forming patches of black roses, which complemented the girl's wine-red long hair.

"Young master, young master?" The sound of the gentle knock on the door gradually became hurried after there was no response, and the voice of Uncle Lin, the old butler of the Lin family, came from outside the door.

The two people on the bed remained in the same posture as if they hadn't heard it.

The door was opened by the key, and Uncle Lin at the door stopped when he saw the scene on the bed.

The boy pressed the girl on the bed in a strange posture.

Uncle Lin frowned slightly, and when he turned his gaze, he saw the bed sheet that was stained red with blood: "Master, you!"

Meng Shuixin is very familiar with this old man.

Both of Lin Chuyang's parents died since he was a child, and he was brought up by Uncle Lin. For Lin Chuyang, Uncle Lin was his only family member.

During the years when he was locked in the cellar, it was this old man who came to deliver meals to him.

At that time, in the entire Lin family, this old man was probably the only one who remembered him, although the old man's character was not very good to be honest.

"What are you doing?!" Sure enough, Uncle Lin yelled sternly, "Master, are you injured? Did you do it?"

Uncle Lin's gaze rested on him like a needle. It seemed that Uncle Lin didn't have a good impression of him no matter in the past or present.

Hehe, what an irony, he was locked in the cellar in his previous life, but only this old man who always looked at him coldly would care about him.

Lin Chuyang let go of Meng Shuixin's hands and stood up.

The girl's long nails scratched off her injured skin, dripping with blood.

"Miss Meng, my young master kindly saved you. Is this how you repay the savior?" Uncle Lin lowered his eyes, and his cold voice was exactly the same as that of Lin Chuyang.

Meng Shuixin sat up, opened the bedside table, took out the towel inside to wipe off the blood on his hands, and then threw the blood-stained towel on the ground in disgust.

Lin Chuyang looked at Meng Shuixin's series of skillful movements and before she had time to ask, the girl had already said it herself: "Is it strange? Am I so obsessed with you that I can't extricate myself? Knowing what's so strange about the layout of your house? You Be careful, maybe someone from your Lin family is my eyeliner."

Lin Chuyang exhaled heavily and did not speak.

"Master, let me take you to bandage the wound first!" Although Uncle Lin was dissatisfied with Meng Shuixin, Lin Chuyang's wound was the most important thing at the moment.

(End of this chapter)