It was only about two o'clock in the afternoon. After finally coming to Beijing, Yin Hui was going to take a few laps. After saying goodbye to them, he found Tang Yan and took Tang Yan straight to Tiananmen Square. Under the huge statue of Chairman Mao, Yin Hui suddenly felt a sense of patriotism.

Tang Yan was very happy, not because of the unique landscape of Tiananmen Square, but because she was with her beloved Yin Hui. He brought her here, which means that she had already put her in his heart. This was the best gift Yin Hui gave to Tang Yan, and it was also the best result of Tang Yan waiting for so long.

Tang Yan has no job and no pressure at the moment. She is drunk now and has fun with Yin Hun until dark.

They visited the huge territory of Tiananmen Square and completely forgot about their physical fatigue. When they stopped to wait for the bus, they felt their legs and feet sore. Unfortunately, Yin Hui had to carry her on her back. Feeling the continuous body temperature and broad shoulders, she fell asleep unknowingly.

He also felt a warmth. With the envious eyes around him, he felt very happy and satisfied. If time had always stayed at this moment, how great it would have been, and he would have always been so happy and satisfied in his heart.

He realized that he had a soft and fragile side in his heart, but his closed heart was opened by this beautiful girl.

What power did he use?

He didn't know, nor did he want to know, he just needed to know that Tang Yan belonged to him from now on.

Under the telephone command of Conan Doyle, they took a taxi to a place called Dabailou, Xihongmen Town, Daxing District.

This is a prosperous town. Although it is just a town, it is even more luxurious than some poor counties and cities. This is the benefit of being a capital. Any place is the heart of the country and will not be abandoned by the country.

In a deserted place, the car stopped and just got off the car and noticed the only luxury building nearby, a three-story luxury villa with a swimming pool and vase lawn.

He thought he had found the wrong place, and he realized that he was not dazzled when he saw Conan Doyle on the third floor above, but he was shocked enough that the seven people were equipped with such a luxurious villa, and their leaders really loved their subordinates.

Tang Yan, who was so shocked by this luxurious villa that she couldn't say anything, passed through the huge swimming pool and the garden filled with flowers, and then there was a parking lot with seven parking spaces. Finally, her sore legs finally stepped up the stairs of the villa.

"Wow, you're finally back. I thought you were lost in Beijing." The scalpel was waiting for them, grinding the Swiss army knife on the table in the luxurious and exquisite living room, making a rustling sound. The Swiss army knife reflected the light from the large chandeliers of tens of thousands of yuan, turbulent and flying everywhere. The white-style living room was cleaned up, and several luxurious sofas were placed on the wool carpet in an orderly manner.

Tang Yan's consciousness, which had not yet awakened from the shock, was immediately pulled out by the luxurious outfit in front of him that he had only seen on TV. He felt that he was not himself at all and doubted whether he was in a dream.

I took a bite on my arm and felt pain. It wasn't in my dream, but I was so excited that I was like a child who hugged Yin Hui's arm: "Yin Hui, aren't you lying to me? We really have to live in such a luxurious place in the future?"

Looking at Tang Yan's satisfied and happy smile, Yin Hui also felt a warmth and nodded: "I will buy one myself in the future, and only the two of us live in a luxurious villa."

"Don't be full and don't know that the hungry man is hungry. I didn't see me, a bachelor, waiting for my wife here. You two are so sweet, and you are not afraid of hurting my weak little heart." The scalpel deliberately covered his chest and pretended to have a very painful expression. It looked very funny, and Tang Yan giggled.

"Where will we stay tonight?" Yin Hui pulled Tang Yan and sat on the soft sofa. To be honest, this sofa is so comfortable than the bed in his cheap rental house. He would be happy to let him sleep on this sofa all night.

"Go to find Conan Doyle, he is in charge of everything." Perhaps it felt like it was almost worn, the blade crossed the neck, made a friction posture, then pulled it hard, rolled its eyes, and fell on the sofa.

Looking at the nervous suicide performance of the scalpel, Yin Hui shook her head with a wry smile. This scalpel was so idle that she could eat and fill her up.

"Yin Hui, do you think I was handsome in the posture I just had when I was dying for love?"

"Well, I feel that you should have a caesarean section with a Swiss army knife." Yin Hui expressed his opinion and pulled Tang Yan, who was about to laugh, upstairs.

Half of the third floor is an open-air balcony, and on the other side is Conan Doyle's exclusive bedroom. The huge LED lights on the roof shine on the entire balcony, like a small sun. It drives away the darkness. If you don't look at the dim sky in the distance, you would think it's daytime.

"Why are you here?" Conan Doyle was obviously impatient and walked over the guardrail beside the building.

At this moment, she was wearing a robe-like pajamas, white and red, and her originally curled hair was floating down. Combined with her handsome face, which had a bit of noble temperament, she looked like a beautiful star.

Conan Doyle was stunned for a moment, but considering that Tang Yan was around him, he put away his charm and greeted Conan Doyle with a normal heart: "Conan Doyle, you haven't slept yet."

"Well, isn't this a door for you? This place is not very clean. You must watch the Exorcist Gate when you go to bed later, otherwise it will be troublesome when you encounter dirty things."

"There are dirt in this place?" After the previous incident, Tang Yan's concept of dirt was deeply rooted in her mind and was very sensitive. Her whole body trembled suddenly.

"Well, the boss will not specially arrange such a luxurious villa for us. If this place was not rumored to be haunted and the price has been reduced and no one has bought it, we would not have found such a big cheap." Conan Doyle told them self-deprecatingly, and at the same time, with a look of regret on his face, he walked into the large living room and into his bedroom.

Looking at Conan Doyle's beautiful but decadent figure, Yin Hui felt a little regretful. Conan Doyle helped him so much, maybe he should also help Conan Doyle. But Tang Yan is by his side, wouldn't he be sorry for Tang Yan if he did that?

Very confused,

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that your two bedrooms are opposite me, 六, right there." Conan Doyle pointed to the opposite side, and then spoke in a flat voice.

This large room is almost symmetrical, with a bedroom on the left and right. The wall opposite the door is a huge mirror, reflecting everything in the room.

He looked at the calm mirror, and Conan Doyle's somewhat decadent figure gradually disappeared into the bedroom. Yin Hui turned around in disappointment.

But the moment he turned around, he actually saw a row of white figures flashing in the mirror, with disheveled hair.

He was still rational and turned Tang Yan's head quickly and said, "Tang Yan, close your eyes, I want to give you a surprise."

Tang Yan closed her eyes satisfied and expectantly, and a happy smile filled the corner of her mouth.

Yin Hui opened up the Yin-Yang Eyes, staring straight at the big mirror on the wall.

On the mirror, dozens of women with rolling their eyes and wearing white clothes, their hair was messy and their facial features were a little blurred. However, they could see that their tongues were drooping longer than their hair, and their bodies were hanging in the air and slowly rotating uncontrollably.

He recognized at a glance that these white shadows were clearly hanging on the beam of the house. He looked up and saw that the roof was smooth and smooth and tidy, so there was no place to hang the rope.

It seems that this place is haunted, it is not a rumor. It would be strange if more than a dozen hanged ghosts don’t scare people here. Only these perverted and perverted villas dare to live in such a villa.

"Okay?" Tang Yan closed her eyes and felt a little impatient. She didn't know what she would see when she opened her eyes, but she was sure that she should be almost in line with what she guessed, so she liked to play this kind of romantic.

"Okay, open your eyes now." Yin Hui's gentle and magnetic voice seemed to be a pardon order, saving Tang Yan from the entanglement. She slowly opened her eyes. Although she had made mental preparations, everything in front of him still moved him a little.

Yin Hui bent her knees and half knelt on the ground, her eyes gently swept over her somewhat surprised eyes. The charming smile on the corner of her mouth made her want to kiss her. If it weren't for her stronger self-control, he might have been so enchanted by the handsome and elegant Yin Hui.

A bright light shone in his eyes and was immediately attracted to him. He looked carefully. It was the light emitted by a jewelry box held in his hand. The jewelry spirit immediately made Tang Yan, who loved beauty, lose any resistance.

"Tang Yan, marry me." Yin Hui's smile unscrupulously released the tempting temptation. Tang Yan felt that she was really soft in the arms of the man in front of her.

Gently opening the box, a ring inlaid with gold shone in his eyes. Her slender fingers gently pinched the somewhat cold ring and slowly put it on her hand. Almost for a moment, the happiness brought by the ring instantly spread throughout her body.

"Tang Yan, marry me." Yin Hui always had the look of expectation. Looking at Tang Yan, he made up his mind to protect this weak woman for the rest of his life and not let her suffer any grievances.

Tang Yan looked at Yin Hui in surprise, then nodded gently. This scene was touching to her. This was the result she had been waiting for for a long time before finally waiting for. Today she was finally able to vent her expectations.

Yin Hui put the ring on Tang Yanrumian's fingers with elegant movements. The moment the two hands touched, the electricity generated was enough to supply the entire villa. In that moment, it could be said that lightning and sparks were splashing everywhere.

He stood up, held her tightly in his arms, and kissed her white forehead that exuded a strong fragrance, feeling that they were the happiest people in the world.

"The full man doesn't know that the hungry man is hungry. Amitabha, donor, please don't use such despicable actions to defile my eyes. OK, my pure heart cannot be polluted by your ordinary people. Amitabha." At some point, Master Bird and Bird actually came up from the bottom of the building, and the romantic atmosphere just now was instantly broken.

Yin Hui glared at the old monk, then cursed: "Damn old guy, I'm really full of food when I'm playing this with me."

"Old bird, don't you know if you are a gentleman who doesn't speak chess? Let's peep honestly and you will definitely see a good show later. Look at your personality, it seems that all women in the world will suffer a big loss if they don't follow you. You are so jealous, you will ruin it if you don't follow you the first time." The Taoist nun also slowly poked her head out of the place where the bird master came out. Seeing Yin Hui and Tang Yan looking at them in shock, she shook her head apologetically: "I was forced to do so, and I was pulled by the old bird. I was guilty."

The atmosphere turned from the romance just now to embarrassment. Tang Yan blushed and walked into the bedroom, wasting the big and round moon in the sky.

Yin Hui glared at the two of them and also took a big step to chase after them: "Tang Yan, wait for me."

The Master Bird and the Taoist nun were left alone and looked at each other: "How does it feel to break up a couple?"

"I'm also forced to do anything." Master Bird sighed: "You don't see clearly. Our boss seems to have a little feeling about this brat. They are romantic under Conan Doyle's nose. Isn't this cutting Conan Doyle's heart with a knife?"

"Tsk, how do you know that Conan Doyle likes this kid? In my opinion, they are just good friends." The Taoist nun also returned to her long color, Yanran looked like a Taoist monk, and her frivolity just now disappeared completely.

"Let's go, don't interfere here and make people feel troublesome." The Taoist nun sighed, shook her head, and retreated along the way.

Master Bird and Bird also sighed: "Young people nowadays, why are they like this? What others have in their hands is good. What a pity is me. Amitabha." After sighing for a while, he quietly retreated.
Chapter completed!