Chapter 171 Peach Blossoms

"Yin Hun." Conan Doyle shouted heart-wrenchingly. She was really afraid that he would close his eyes, so that she would feel lonely and unreliable.

"Why are you still standing there? Send him to the hospital quickly." A uniformed police officer roared at his subordinates and called 120.

In the hospital, Yin Hui's eyes were blurred. He wanted to laugh when he remembered the joke he had just made.

He just consumed too much physical strength, and it would be fine if he had a little rest. But she insisted on letting him lie on the hospital bed and rested well.

"Why are you so stubborn? I don't know if you endure something, you'll get over it." Conan Doyle blamed him, then glared at him.

"Tsk, some things cannot be tolerated. I am very principled in doing things." Yin Hui still had the stubborn temperament and glared at Conan Doyle, and finally glared at him in surprise: "No, boss, why are your eyes red and swollen? You're not worried that I'll cry."

"Tsk, you're not worthy of my tears." Conan Doyle cursed: "I want to ask, what is your principle in doing things?"

"Anyway, they have violated my principles by insulting you." Yin Hui preached in a domineering tone.

"Yeah." Conan Doyle answered coldly, then got up and left the room. Two lines of tears flowed down her eyes. This sentence brought her too much touch. Yin Hui's words attacked the forbidden area in her heart again and again. For the first time, she tasted the taste of being a woman and being protected and loved by others.

"Dongdong." A crisp knock on the door came. She hurriedly wiped away her tears in a corner, turned her head over, and looked at the door.

Through the glass at the door, she saw Tang Yan and Shen Feifei standing outside with anxious expressions, and hurriedly went to open the door.

Squeaking, the haggard sound came from the door of the broken hospital ward.

"How is Yin Hui?" Tang Yan shouted, but before he could hear Conan Doyle say it, he rushed in and then stopped in front of Yin Hui's bed.

"Yin Hun, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Tang Yan shouted in an anxious voice, then leaned beside him and observed him carefully.

"Haha, you're scared." Yin Hui suddenly opened his eyes, then shouted, scaring Tang Yan so much that she took a few steps back before stopping, rubbing her chest and gasping for a long time: "Damn it, you've scared me to death."

"It's nothing, look at you for worrying." Yin Hui sat up hard and asked, "Your boyfriend is injured, just come to see me empty hands." He looked at Tang Yan's empty hands with pitiful eyes, and finally he suddenly felt cute and pretended to be angry on purpose.

"Okay, okay, I'm still so stinking in front of outsiders." Tang Yan pinched his arm intimately, then walked to Conan Doyle, smiled kindly, and thanked, "Thank you for sending Yin Hui here."

Conan Doyle returned a smile and replied, "You're welcome, this is what I should do." After that, he turned around and left.

Her heart was bleeding, Tang Yan's words: In front of outsiders, Conan Doyle completely hurt her heart. She woke up from the confusion just now and understood that his position was just an outsider. Everything was thought of by herself.

The breeze in the corridor quickly dried the tears on her face. When she walked to the elevator door, she wiped the tears, changed into the serious expression of the incredible team leader, and walked into the elevator.

Chen Feifei watched Conan Doyle's figure disappear into the corridor, finally walked in, and asked in a stimulating tone: "What happened to you guys just now? Why did you leave with tears?"

"Leaving with tears?" Yin Hui was stunned for a moment when he was having trouble with Tang Yan, and looked at Chen Feifei with some incomprehension: "How do you know she was crying?"

"I'm a woman." Chen Feifei smacked her lips, then put down the plastic bag in her hand, took out a ripe banana from it, peeled it up, and took a hard bite: "Don't you know that a woman's sixth sense is very sensitive? Her eyes were a little swollen, and the forty-five degrees of her head raised when she was walking just now, and her arms rubbed her eyes from time to time, I could guess that she must have cried. Is it you kid a hooligan?" She asked her eyes and waited for Yin Hui, and bit her twice again, and a banana was instantly wiped out by her.

He threw the banana peel into the trash can, stretched his waist, and looked at Tang Yan: "Sister Tang Yan, don't blame me for not reminding you, you should look closer to this kind of man. I think something is wrong with them."

"Tsk, how do you know."

"Woman's intuition." She wiped her nose hard, demonstrated to Yin Hui for a while, and then said, "Okay, if nothing happens, I'll leave first. I'll have an interview later."

After saying that, he turned his head and was about to leave.

"Are you still using work?" Yin Hui stared at her incredible. She firmly believed that relying on his father's status and identity, she would have lived a free and easy life without working for the rest of her life than ordinary little nobles.

"Of course, I don't look like some people, someone is raising me." Chen Feifei blinked at Tang Yan mischievously, and the beautiful and lonely figure disappeared from the door frame.

He shook his head with a wry smile: "This little girl is much more mature than before."

"Tell me, what's wrong with you two?" Tang Yan felt so angry that she sat on the chair next to her, staring at Yin Hui tightly, as if she wanted to tear it into two.

"What's going on? I have nothing to do with her." Yin Hui explained bitterly: "How do you know we have a relationship?"

"Women's intuition." She answered very simply.

Yin Hui spent the whole afternoon in Tang Yan's interrogation. With his strong eloquence and the good image he had established in her heart in the past, she finally pulled Tang Yan back from a woman's perception.

It was half past six, and the sky was already a little dark outside, and he recovered very well. The large amount of nutritional supplements that Chen Feifei bought was wiped out by him, and he felt unprecedented in his spirit.

Tang Yan was discharged from the hospital with Yin Hui because she was worried that he and Conan Doyle would really fall in love over time, so she insisted on following Yin Hui. She was stubborn and could only obey.

"Hey, Conan Doyle, where are you now? Let's go to the hospital and gather in the hospital. We will summon souls tonight."

"Forget it, I think you've just recovered, so you'd better take a rest for a while, so as not to encounter any unexpected happenings tonight."

"No, I'm just in my body, can't you still see it?"

"Tomorrow, you have a good rest tonight."

"Haha, come on, don't I know your bad temper? If you don't attract souls tonight, you will definitely not be able to sleep. Let me show my generosity of my great male compatriots. I will wait for you at the door of the hospital at 8 o'clock tonight."

"Well, then okay." Conan Doyle's heart was stinged again, and Yin Hui's concern words once again attacked the penalty area in her heart: "Do you want someone to help you, or what do you need?"

"No, you can just record it." Yin Hui was afraid that Conan Doyle would repent, so he hung up the phone and looked at Tang Yan and said, "Tang Yan, have you heard my stomach calling you aunt?"

"Aunt?" Tang Yan widened her eyes. Sure enough, his stomach sang an empty city plan, and he was so angry that he cursed: "It's such a bucket of rice. I haven't eaten enough yet."

"Those things are free, of course I have to eat them." He burped and smiled embarrassedly: "And those things are not easy to digest at all. I am so hungry that I have my chest on my back."

"Let's go. When I was shopping with Shen Feifei two days ago, I met a cross-bridge rice noodle. I'll take you to try it." Tang Yan's hand happily held Yin Hun's wide arm, and then pulled him towards the cross-bridge rice noodle.

"Rice noodle crossing the bridge?" He fell into deep thought and muttered to himself.

When he talked about Bridge Rice Noodles, he remembered Ouyang Xue. He was stabbed in the Bridge Rice Noodles shop.

"What are you thinking? Look at your absent-minded look." Tang Yan pinched Yin Hui's arm in dissatisfaction. Now they are very familiar with each other, especially after handing over their bodies to each other in Conan Doyle's villa, they are so intimate that they are like a couple, and they have never been far away from him.

"It's nothing, so don't go. The rice noodles across the bridge are not clean." Yin Hui stopped forcibly, and Tang Yan almost fell down due to physical inertia.

"Oh, I, a girl, don't bother to think that the rice noodles on the bridge are not clean. What else do you, a man, dislike? Let's go." Tang Yan pulled him and continued to walk.

"The bridge rice noodles may have been fried in corpse oil," Yin Hui explained.

"Corpse oil?" Tang Yan repeated in confusion.

"It's a layer of grease that flows down when the corpses in the oven melt in the crematorium." Yin Hui explained.

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Now Tang Yan seemed to have eaten a disgusting maggot, turned her head and vomited: "It's so disgusting, don't scare me, okay?"

"Let's go and have a barbecue kebab, it's here." He suddenly noticed a small stall with barbecue kebabs beside him and said quickly.

"Okay, let's do it like this." After he said this just now, Tang Yan had long lost her appetite, so she would accompany Yin Hui to eat something randomly.

Yin Hui sat obediently on the chair, while Tang Yan took the menu, ordered the barbecue, and accompanied Yin Hui to wait for the barbecue to serve.

"It's you again?" Suddenly a woman's voice exploded from behind, which scared Yin Hui and shook for a moment.

The woman's voice was too sharp, as if a needle had pierced Yin Hui's heart.

He quickly turned around and it turned out to be the guy who wrote horror novels again.

What's wrong with this? Why is the earth so small? You can meet this unlucky guy anywhere. He thought about it and he would definitely be unlucky every time he bumped into this guy.

"Hmph, you have nothing to say now. You are clearly following me. Tell me, what are your intentions to follow me?" The little girl stared at Yin Hui unyieldingly, pressing her finger on the keyboard of her mobile phone, as if she could press the number keys to call the alarm at any time.

"Aren't you nervous about writing horror novels?" He glared at the girl in anger: "What novel do you write? Don't you feel that you're about to be crazy? I'll follow you?"

Then he grabbed the kebab on the plate, took a big bite, and chewed it.

"Nervous? You said I was neurotic?" The girl was a little angry: "Where are you neurotic?"

But now the girl has probably understood that she is coming. She may have really misunderstood Yin Hui. Even if she is stupid, she cannot be so mentally retarded. She actually followed her.

She angrily grabbed a stack of information on the table, then folded the notebook and put it in her arms, cursed, "Abnormal." Then she hurried away.

"Hey, this is..." Yin Hui was so angry that if she was a man, Yin Hui would have had sex with her, but how could a little girl make her a man feel?

He didn't know what to do, but he was so angry that he was panting with breath.

In the end, I had to sprinkle all the anger on the kebabs and eat all the kebabs bit by bit.

Tang Yan knew the whole story and looked at Yin Hui with suspicious eyes. She now began to wonder if this kid was born with love luck and could meet cute and beautiful women everywhere.

Although this woman seems to have a huge puzzling hatred with him, Tang Yan understands that many lovers who have been together for life have developed slowly from enemies, just like they were staged in TV series.
Chapter completed!