Chapter 2: The weird woman

But for some reason, when she looked at the girl's eyes, she couldn't feel a trace of danger. She subconsciously told herself that the girl was safe and she was just a singer.

After Huang Helou said this, he realized something was wrong.

There was something wrong with the girl. He thought so.

But my eyes couldn't help but look at her. The beautiful long eyelashes looked like a small brush, brushing them around in my heart, itchy.

He couldn't help but look up again.

Two lines of tears actually flowed out of those black eyes covered by long eyelashes, just looking at myself.

Yin Hui was stunned. He was sure that the girl was looking at him, and indeed looked at him. His pitiful look made him feel distressed.

"What's wrong?" He was panicked. He had never felt this way before. There were many girls he had seen, and the girls who were even more miserable than singers could count their fingers, but why did he feel full of pity for this girl?

In order to get rid of this irritability, he grabbed the business card on the table and rubbed it in his hands, perhaps this could divert his attention.

But the moment her finger touched the business card, the compassion for the girl in her heart became stronger, making her wish that she could step onto the stage, rescue the girl and protect her for the rest of her life.

"Yin Hun, what's wrong with you?" The scalpel also noticed something wrong with Yin Hun and patted him on the shoulder.

Bang!

Yin Hui, who woke up from dementia, quickly turned around and accidentally hit the precious wine glass on the table. The wine glass and the wine inside fell to the ground, and the red wine spread around the carpet.

"My head hurts a little, I'll leave first." Yin Hui, who realized something was wrong with him, quickly stood up, left the table and walked to the door with big strides.

Kerdonan hurriedly chased after him: "Yin Hui, are you okay?"

He nodded, then leaned into Coldonan's ear and said, "Note that singer, she seems to have some connection with Christianity."

Coldonan was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing Yin Hui's leaving figure disappearing at the door, he sat back in his seat decadently.

"What's wrong with him?" Sun Dong, the explosion maker, asked while looking at the singer with great enthusiasm.

He had been watching the singer all the time, but he had no other thoughts in his heart except for the wonderful illusion.

He took a taxi back and was thinking about the puzzled look along the way.

What did that look on my face say to myself? Why did I give myself such a strong feeling? Is it love at first sight?

No, everything he pretended to be Tang Yan in his heart, and even the time to time wouldn't be photographed. Ouyang Xue, Conan Doyle and Shen Feifei were all in his heart.

So is that look magical?

He was not sure, but he didn't dare to deny it, but just turned his gaze out the window, perhaps this could divert his attention.

The scenery that flashed outside the window made his eyes overwhelmed. But the shadows of those eyes were still flashing in his mind. Blinking, two lines of hot tears flowed out, slowly flowing in his heart, until his heart hurts a little.

He had no choice but to withdraw his gaze and look forward.

In the rearview mirror, his eyes stared at him straight at him. It was the look of his eyes, but it was still full of infinite pity, which made him unable to escape. Even though he knew very well, those eyes were just reflections of his own eyes.

"Master, please borrow a cigarette to smoke." Perhaps the cigarette can take away the irritable and uneasy feeling in the body.

The driver looked at Yin Hui, smiled kindly, freed up one hand to explore the area where the car city defense items were protected, and finally threw Yin Hui a box of cigarettes: "The company stipulates that smoking is not allowed in the car, but it doesn't matter. Please light one for your brother."

Yin Hui saw the smile of the honest driver from the rearview mirror, nodded, lit two cigarettes, and handed the driver one.

"Brother, you're in love." The old driver took the cigarette and took a sip, then asked.

"Fall in love? How do you know?"

"I have seen people like you who are lost in the dark for a lot of time, but they are just tortured by love. Listen to my advice, it is yours and you can't hide it. If you are not yours, it is not yours, and you can't force it. It's better to let it go. You don't have to worry about it every day and think about it. If you like it, you will confess your love. The result is that the Yue Lao decided, and you can't change this fact."

"I'm lost? Am I lost?" He didn't hear the driver's next few words, and kept thinking about the word "don't": "I have always been full of energy. No matter how big the blow is, I will not fall into the point of losing my soul, but what's wrong today..."

Subconsciously, the cigarette butt in his hand was stuffed into his mouth and took a hard breath. However, the strong and choking smoke actually entered the esophagus, causing him to cough for a long time, and the tears of coughing were almost falling.

"Okay, it's here." The driver stepped on the brake.

The brakes came too fast, and Yin Hui didn't sit firmly and flew forward. Fortunately, the driver stretched out a hand to stop him, so he did not hit the windshield.

"Young man, if you like her, tell him that there is no need to torture yourself into this." The driver advised him kindly.

Yin Hui nodded, hurriedly took out the money, handed it to the driver, and hurriedly got out of the car.

The driver smiled faintly at him and drove away.

"I'm in love? It's such a big joke." He smiled bitterly, turned around and walked into the narrow corridor.

This is the place he rented for Tang Yan. Although it is not luxurious, you can feel the warmth of home.

He walked to the door, and the deserted corridor was pitch black. He forced himself to breathe and went up.

When he finally found the door handle with the dim light, he breathed in relief and thought maybe this door could isolate the feeling.

Dingdengdengdengdeng.

There was a burst of rapid footsteps coming from the stairs above, and she was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of someone, Lanting.

He seems to have not seen Lanting since he separated in a haunted abandoned factory last time. I wonder how she is recovering now.

The lock-opening movement deliberately slowed down, and he wanted to see if the person who came downstairs was Lanting.

A delicate white dress first flashed at the entrance of the stairs, followed by a pair of white feet, and the light emitted by the stockings in the light was splashed everywhere.

Soon, as the white skirt descended down the stairs, he saw that exquisite, pure and cute face. It was no one else, it was Lanting.

"Lanting?" he shouted.

Lanting looked down at him and happened to see Yin Hui. He was excited to jump down from the stairs: "It's you, where have you been hiding these days? I still have many questions to ask you."

"question?"

"yes."
Chapter completed!