C17

Inside the black Mercedes-Benz, Yin San took out the eighty-two year old French Burgundy Romanee-Conti from the freezer in his small freezer. The red liquid flowed down the crystal clear white goblet, emitting a slight sound. The red liquid swirled around at the bottom of the goblet, creating a beautiful whirlpool.

Yin San put down the bottle of wine, gently holding the cup's stem with his strong hand, gently spinning it in the air.

The aromatic molecules escaped from the surface of the red liquid and crashed into Yin San's taste buds. He lifted his goblet and tilted his head back, letting the red liquid rush into Yin San's mouth.

It was indeed a good wine. What satisfied Yin San even more was that the limited edition bottle of good wine had been given to him by the Bretts a week ago.

"Third Young Master, where are we going later?" Shu Qinxin, dressed in a trifoliot sportswear, was sitting in a black Mercedes-Benz, facing Yin San.

Yin San took another sip, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. His eyes focused on the red liquid on the surface, pausing on both sides. A hoarse voice entered Shu Xin's ears.

"Call me husband."

Ah!" Call me husband! Did he want her to call him husband?

Shu Qin's mind buzzed as it split open. Her heartbeat accelerated and her breathing quickened. A crimson color began to spread from her ears.

She looked at Yin San in disbelief, hoping to get confirmation from him, even if it was just a look, a gesture. Unfortunately, Yin San was sitting on the leather chair opposite her, sipping the wine.

How could Yin San ask her to call him husband? In Yin San's heart, the only wife that would never change was Su Ruo Lin, the woman she would never be able to compare to.

The black Mercedes-Benz slowed halfway up the hill. The car went around the Green Island turntable and into the resort road. On both sides of the road were grass and flowers of the season, red and pink and purple as it snaked up the road. Every 200 meters or so, there was a security station.

After entering the resort, the car drove for about 15 minutes before finally coming to a stop at the resort's reception center.

The reception center was a Spanish style building with two Spanish pedestrian streets beside it. A wide square in front of the reception area, covered with black, gray, and white litchi marble, looks down from above. The entire square is a picture of a Spanish bullfight.

"Welcome to Uk Mountain City." The waiter and the receptionist stood neatly at the entrance of the reception hall, smiling as they greeted, their voices sounding exactly the same.

Shu Xin followed Yin San into the reception hall. The lobby manager saw Yin San's black Mercedes-Benz and came out to welcome him. The middle-aged man's mouth was split open and the wrinkles on his face deepened as he stood beside Yin San in a flattering manner.

The lobby manager reported a few words to Yin San, who headed straight for the elevator.

When the number in the elevator changed to 7, the elevator door slowly opened. Yin San took a big step forward and stepped out of the elevator. He stopped and raised his right hand, revealing an empty spot between his arm and waist.

When Shu Xin saw Yin San's movements, she involuntarily took two steps forward and reached out with her left hand through the crook of Yin San's arm, holding onto Yin San's hand. Sweat trickled down from the center of her palm. Shu Xin's heart sank. Yin San saw her soft hair fluttering in the air, revealing a faint glow.

The middle-aged man passed by Shu Qinxin from behind and knocked on the door just as Yin San reached the entrance of the luxurious room 701.

"Come in!"

"Kacha …" The wood door opened from the outside to the inside, revealing the Blythe couple in the private room.

Yin San put down his right hand and moved slightly, indicating to Shu Xin Xin that she should go first. Shu Xin Xin didn't pause at all as she walked straight into the luxurious room.

There was a large round table in the room, and an old man was sitting on the seat of honor. Beside the old man was an old woman, who seemed to be a couple. The two old men had deep facial features and had the characteristics of people of high latitude.

Yin San walked behind Shu Xin Xin and held her by her slender waist, coming to their side.

"Old Mr. and Mrs. Brett, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Yin San gave the old lady a kiss on the hand, and gave the old man a hug. He then held Shu Xin Xin's shoulders and introduced her to the two old men. "This is my wife, Shu Xin Xin."

"Old Mr. and Mrs. Brett, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Shu Xin Xin stretched out her hand, revealing two dimples with a smile on her face.

"Miss Shu, so beautiful!" "After receiving the praise of both old Mr. and Mrs. Brett, Shu Xin accepted it calmly." "Director Yin, such a beautiful and delicate wife, yet you still didn't bring her out. This caused me to make a joke last time." Although Mrs. Brett complained, her smile did not waver as she looked into Shu's eyes.

Yin San moved Shu Xin Xin's chair to the left and sat down. Yin San sat on the right side of Shu Xin Xin Xin and was only one step away from the entrance of the private room.

"Oh?" Since she had entered the school, Shu Xin had seen the old couple, and their respectful attitude and sincere smiles towards her had allowed her to unpack her body for the time being and deal with them with ease. Right now, Shu Xin's heart was extremely relaxed. She was already able to joke around with Yin San.

Yin San leaned over and took the red napkin folded into the shape of a boat on the white plate in front of Shu Xin Xin's dining table. He spread the napkin out in front of Shu Xin Xin's dining table and pressed a corner of the red napkin with the white plate. As he leaned backwards, Yin San's breath flowed into Shu Xin's ears. Yin San's lips parted slightly as he said those words in a low voice, causing Shu Xin's ears to turn slightly red. He glared at Yin San coquettishly.

The Brattles saw the interaction between the couple on the opposite side, the wrinkled corners of their eyes narrowing into a fine arc.

"Cough, cough …" It's a joke to old Mr. and Mrs. Brett. " Yin San politely nodded at the Bretts, as if apologizing for Shu Xin Xin's actions.

"Miss Shu, I heard that the new golf course in the first phase of Shan Yu city is quite good. Are you interested in playing together?" Old Mistress Brett put down the fork in her hand, picked up her napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth, clearing it clean. She still didn't know much about chopsticks, but the food on the table was delicious.

Shu Xin looked up at the Bretts, then turned to Yin San and lowered her head. "I won't." The sound was weak. Shu Xin felt a powerful force coming from the side, pulling her body to the side and burying her head in Yin San's arms.

A low and gentle voice came from above his head, making his heart sink. "Wife, you're still angry. Next time I won't let you pick up the golf club I swung."

"Haha!" "Haha …" From across the table came the Bretts laughter.

Shu Xin Xin's face turned red. "Third Young Master!" With a low growl, she struggled to lift her head from Yin San's embrace, and in that instant, the anger in Shu Xin's heart dissipated.

Yin San's gaze was so tender and doting, as if he was looking at a treasure he treasured the most in his entire life. The look in his eyes gave her the illusion that — she was the most precious treasure in his life, and he was willing to spend his entire life protecting her.

"Look, the Bretts are making a fool of themselves again." Yin San stretched out his broad and thick palm and rubbed Shu Xin Xin's soft hair. The mockery in his mouth could not hide the pampering on his face.

"Miss Shu, don't be afraid. My wife was like this in the beginning, but later on she just had more fun, haha!" Across the large round table, old Mr. Brett, with a kind smile on his face, came to Shu Xin Xin's rescue.

At this moment, the dining table was in a mess. Madam Breit walked over to Shu Xin Xin and held her hand as she said to Yin San, "Director Yin, may I borrow your wife's hand?"

Shushin was held by Mrs. Brett's warm hand, just as her mother had held hers all those years ago.

"My heart, hurry up and follow." The three year old Shu Xin Xin walked forward unsteadily with her fat feet. The baby fat on her face looked even whiter, and her eyes that were as black as pearls made people want to kiss her.

Mommy Shu was about ten steps away from Shu Xin Xin. She held a large cardboard box in her hand. The box contained documents and documents, as well as some personal belongings belonging to her mother. Yes, Shu was fired because the company wouldn't allow employees to take their children to work.

Shu Xin tried to keep up, but her legs were too weak. She couldn't help but pinch her lips as she watched the distance between them grow larger and larger. She burst into tears. Helpless, Mother Shu could only turn around and place the large cardboard box by her side, releasing a hand to grab onto Shu Xin Xin's pink little hand before striding forward in large strides …

Although Shu Xin couldn't stride forward with her tiny legs, she could only jog to keep up with her mother's rhythm. She stumbled occasionally, but Shu Xin wasn't afraid of her, because no matter how difficult it was right now, there would always be someone who would grab her hand and try their best to move forward.

Shu Xin Xin looked down at the hand that Old Lady Brett was holding with her. She could feel the warmth emanating from the hand, and tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes.

At 3: 30 in the afternoon, a few white, flaky clouds hung in the blue sky. As the breeze blew, it lifted Shu Xin Xin's hair and brushed against her face. She stretched out her white arm to block the sunlight, and the sweat on her forehead flowed down her arm.

On the dark green golf course, Shu Xin Xin was holding a golf club in her hands as her body constantly broke out in sweat. It wasn't because of the hot weather, but because …

"Wife, focus." "How can this be possible?" Yin San's voice came from the top of Shu Xin's head, his sturdy body pressed tightly against Shu Xin's back. "Pa …" The golf ball was thrown far away. A beautiful parabola was left behind before it landed on the opposite hill.

Yin San let go of Shu Xin Xin and walked to the backpack. He picked up a bottle of Yiping and returned to Shu Xin Xin's side.

"Here!" Yiping, which Yin San had unscrewed, was handed over to her from the side.

"Thank you." Shu Xin's heart did not hold back at all. She flung her hair that was stuck to her face due to the perspiration. She tilted her head and poured the mineral water into her captivating red lips. A clear, cold, transparent liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth and down his fair neck …

Yin San took out a tissue and carefully wiped the corner of Shu Xin Xin's mouth, "Should we go to the pavilion over there to rest? I will have another two rounds with Mr. Brett."

"Yin San's words were undoubtedly a pardon from Shu Xin Xin Xin Xin. He put down the golf club and happily went to rest under the tree shade pavilion 100 meters away." "Madam Brett, I'm here. It's too hot outside!" Shuxin always had an inexplicable feeling of familiarity when she faced Mrs. Brett.

Old Mistress Brett passed the white handkerchief to Shu Xin Xin Xin and asked, "Miss Shu, do you need any water to wipe off your sweat?" As he spoke, old man Brett was about to stand up and take the water.

"No, I just drank some. I'm not thirsty anymore." Shu Xin Xin quickly pulled at old lady Brett. The old lady moved to the right, to the side of the bench.