Requiem Chapter 20 Passionate naked chat? (1)
The floor and furniture became spotless, and the newly added decorations on the wall and the two pots of flowers made the place more lively. Yin Hun also gradually got used to brushing his teeth twice a day, washing his socks every day, and washing clothes more often than before. At the same time, he has also gotten used to rushing back to eat dinner after get off work every day. In just one month, Tang Yan made this place feel like a home, giving Yin Hun a light and warm feeling. Tang Yan's arrival gave Yin Hun someone to talk to at night, so he no longer felt so bored at night, even though she was just a simple friend.
At this time, Tang Yan had finished mopping the floor and sat on the sofa rubbing her hands. Yin Hun looked at her from the side and saw her: her long hair was clipped behind her ears, revealing her fair skin. Her facial features formed a beautiful curve. Her neck was fair and smooth, and she also wore a piece of crystal or something like that. Combined with the curves of her body and the milky white dress, the overall feeling was like a fairy in a painting. This visual impact shocked Yin Hun!
Yin Hun suddenly had an impulse.
He sat up straight and called softly, "Tang Yan."
"Hmm?" Tang Yan turned around immediately and was slightly surprised to see Yin Hui's serious face. " What ?"
"Actually, I have something in my heart that I want to tell you now."
Perhaps the sincerity in Yin Hui's eyes frightened Tang Yan. When Tang Yan spoke, her voice was a little nervous and expectant: "What are you talking about?"
"Thank you!" Yin Hun said sincerely.
Tang Yan sat there quietly , looking at Yin Hun with loving eyes.
"My life has changed a lot since you moved in. It's you who made this place less messy and more like a home; it's you who made me no longer feel lonely at night and made this place happy. So, thank you! Thank you for giving me happiness!" After Yin Hun said what was in his heart, Tang Yan still sat there quietly without saying a word.
"Okay, I'm done." Yin Hun said.
Tang Yan's eyes suddenly turned red and tears started to flow out.
Yin Hui was shocked and didn't know what was going on.
"What...what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Did I say something wrong?"
Tang Yan bit her lips and her tears flowed even harder.
Yin Hui was really panicked now, thinking that he must have said something that hurt her heart. So he quickly apologized: "Tang Yan, I was wrong. If I said something that hurt your heart, you can hit me back or scold me back, as long as you calm down and don't cry."
It would have been better if she hadn't said it. As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Yan's tears burst out like a dam bursting. She was originally sitting and crying quietly, but now she put her hands on her forehead, cried on the table, and sobbed loudly.
Yin Hun became even more panicked and didn't know what to do.
He held Tang Yan's shoulders with his hands, shook her gently and said, "Xiao Tang, please stop crying, okay? Good Xiao Tang, tell me what happened, okay?"
What was the reason? Yin Hui thought that something he said must have hurt her heart, or at least touched her heart, so she cried so sadly.
But which sentence was it? Yin Hui thought about it over and over again for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out.
Although Tang Yan was still chatting and laughing with Yin Hun as usual the next day, Yin Hun still couldn't let go of the knot in his heart. He tried to ask Tang Yan the reason again, but Tang Yan hesitated and finally evaded Yin Hun's question tactfully.
The more Tang Yan acted like this, the more Yin Hun felt choked up, and he became more and more eager to know the real reason.
Chapter 9 Conan Doyle In the morning, Yin Hun logged into his QQ. As he hadn't logged in for a long time, as soon as he was connected to the network, he was surrounded by a stream of background messages. When Yin Hun was replying to them one by one in a hurry, someone flicked his phone. Yin Hun was stunned. Who is playing a prank on him at this late hour? Of course, his surprise didn't last long, because the other party sent another video request.
"Haha! Interesting." Yin Hun clicked OK without thinking.
After a few seconds of network delay, the picture finally became clear. What came into view was a pretty foreign woman with flowing curly hair casually draped over her shoulders. Under her neat bangs were a pair of black eyes that shone like stars. She had a standard oval face, skin as smooth as mutton fat, delicate as a touch, red lips, white teeth, and a beautiful face.
At this moment, she was only wearing a white pajamas. The loose pajamas could not hide her seductive figure, which was well-proportioned. The buds on her chest were particularly clear, and even the two protruding points could be vaguely seen.
"Mr. Exorcist, long time no see." The other party spoke in awkward Chinese.
"Yeah!" Yin Hun nodded, very casually and easily, as if he was facing an old friend of many years. In fact, this woman was indeed his friend, and even a confidant.
Her name is Conan Doyle, the same name as a master of suspense novels, of pure Italian descent. However, after she became an adult, she unexpectedly came to the East across the ocean and became a Chinese citizen. Facing this materialistic society, facing all kinds of foreign Chinese who would rather be someone else's dog than dress themselves up, Yin Hui really didn't know what this woman was up to. However, according to Conan himself, she had developed a strong interest in this mysterious oriental country since she was a child, but unfortunately, the oriental civilization was too broad and profound, so for convenience, she could only fly here, and once again for convenience, she simply changed her appearance and became an unqualified oriental girl. However, in terms of faith, she was still loyal to Jesus, because she was once a proud priest of the Vatican.
Currently, Conan works for the Capital Public Security System, the Incredible Events Action Team. This name is difficult to pronounce and indeed incredible. Yin Hui had asked about it at the beginning, but Conan's explanation was very abstract. On the one hand, her Chinese proficiency needs to be improved, and on the other hand, she didn't know how to describe it. But one thing is beyond doubt, this position is annoying and difficult, but it is fresh and exciting, which makes Conan Doyle, who has Magellan's blood flowing in his body , forget about food and sleep and enjoy it.
Sometimes when she encountered an incredible case, she would talk to Yin Hui, because these cases were often strange and terrifying, mixed with many supernatural colors, so every time at this time, the subjects taught by Lao Zhaotou would come in handy, and Yin Hui also answered very professionally, and even helped Conan a lot. Excited Conan often screamed and repeatedly asked him how he knew these things, but Yin Hui just smiled and kept silent. This also made him more mysterious in Conan's heart, and the nickname "Mr. Exorcist" became a habit.
After a round of pleasantries, Conan seemed to notice that Yin Hun was a little absent-minded, so he started to ask him about it. Yin Hun had no choice but to mumble out his doubts.
Conan Doyle: "Can you explain it more clearly?"
Yin Hun then recounted the entire story of the rainy night.
Conan Doyle: "Haha! Don't worry about why others are crying. Take care of yourself first!"
Yin Hui: "Myself? What do I care about?"
Conan Doyle: "Why do you care that she cries? Why do you want to know why? Why?"
Yes! Why?
Conan Doyle: "Because you are worried that you have broken her heart, because you are worried that she will ignore you, because you are worried that her tears are not because of you. Because, you have fallen in love with her!"
Yin Hui was shocked: "That's not the case. Even ordinary friends should still show concern for each other!"
Conan Doyle: "Then tell me, if she gets angry with you tomorrow, or even leaves you, how will you feel?"
Yin Hun thought about it and felt heartbroken.
Conan Doyle: "How do you feel? Heartache?"
Yin Hui had to admit it.
Conan Doyle: "In fact, you have become accustomed to her life. She has entered your life and has indeed changed you. You have also fallen in love with her."
Yin Hui: "I like her, I admit. But it is absolutely impossible for me to love her."
Conan Doyle: "Are you still going to stick to your principles because of that man?"
Yin Hui smiled bitterly: "I don't want to change."
Conan Doyle: "Alas! I'm afraid you will miss a lot of wonderful things this way."
Yin Hui: "I know my limits. After talking for so long, you still haven't told me your opinion on this matter."
Conan Doyle: "You have been so smart and conceited all your life, but how come you can't see clearly now? It seems that 'those who are involved are the most confused'!"
Yin Hui: "Hey, hey, hey, I'm here to ask you for advice, not to listen to your lecture."
Conan Doyle: "OK, no problem! In fact, this matter is very simple. First of all, the umbrella must have been hidden by her."
"Why?"
Conan Doyle: "I have studied your Eastern language and culture. The word 'umbrella' sounds the same as 'scatter'. If she doesn't give you the umbrella, it means she doesn't want to part with you."
Yin Hui: "But she still went."
Conan Doyle: "When two people ride under one umbrella, it's not called 'separation', it's called being in the same boat."
Yin Hui: "But she should have thought that I could borrow another umbrella."
Conan Doyle: "That's because she misses you! Congratulations! Congratulations! She's in love with you!"
After hearing this, Yin Hun felt inexplicably ecstatic and at the same time found it incredible.
That's impossible? I've only known her for a few months.
Conan Doyle: "I don't know the details. But judging by the number of tears she shed, she really likes you! Congratulations! Congratulations!"
Yin Hui: "Why do all foreigners say 'Congratulations! Congratulations!' now?"
Conan Doyle: "Why? Someone else has congratulated you? That's even more reason to congratulate them, congratulations!"
Oh! Women are so complicated...
She loves me! Yin Hui found it incredible! I love her? Yin Hui shook his head, no!
What on earth was going on? How could they suddenly fall in love? Yin Hui thought hard, over and over again, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out why things had turned out like this.
