Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Early in the morning, before dawn, Xin Tang suddenly opened his eyes.

Although Ying Huan had already woken up, there was still warmth in the quilt. He didn't wake up from the cold, but from being suffocated.

You shouldn't have had such a big glass of water last night!

Xin Tang took a deep breath in pain and got up tremblingly, before turning on the light, he walked towards the bathroom in a daze.

The moment he opened the door, he was completely awake.

In the winter, early in the morning, Ying Huan hit the toilet with his upper body naked.

Even with the air conditioner on, it's still cold, right? !

No, that's not the point.

The point is that he is in a hurry and wants to go to the toilet!

Although there was a bathroom on the first floor, he was afraid that he wouldn't last until then.

Xin Tang blushed and stomped her feet anxiously, "Win, Ying Huan..."

At this moment, Xin Tang didn't know that 10 minutes later, he would regret this decision until his guts turned green.

He should have run away immediately, there is a toilet on the first floor, why did he want to save time going downstairs at that time?

The consequences of doing so were no surprises. His voice attracted Ying Huan's attention, and Ying Huan let him go. At that moment, Xin Tang suddenly realized that he should go directly to the first floor.

But until now, it is useless for him to regret, he can only pass by, he is still afraid of Ying Huan's deep and ruthless eyes at that time, it seems that if he does not pass, something bad will happen.

And then... That's what Jin Jiang didn't allow me to write.

Xin Tang was autistic, ran back to the bedroom and nestled on the bed without washing his hands after putting on his trousers, and refused to stick his head out no matter what Ying Huan said.

"Why are you so shy?" Ying Huan sighed quietly, but the next second her tone rose again: "But it's good to be shy, every time you touch you, you keep shaking and your skin turns pink. so cute."

Xin Tang stretched out a hand and smashed a pillow, "Get lost!"

"It's getting late, I really have to go, without Madam's goodbye kiss?"

"no!"

Xin Tang thought bitterly, Mrs. Huan, after what happened in the morning, it would be good if she didn't become an enemy!

It's so annoying, how could he...

No, I can't think about it anymore, it's all passing, it's all passing...

The sulking Xin Tang didn't even bother to change the meal when the hand warmer was cold, and didn't want to eat it. If it wasn't for the fear that Aunt Huang would find no one later, he might go to the second floor and see photos he shouldn't have seen. He would want to be under the covers Lie down until the sky grows old.

When the wall clock reached ten o'clock, Xin Tang had no choice but to get out of bed, washed up hastily, and sat on the sofa on the first floor, sighing.

When Aunt Huang came, seeing his appearance, her pupils shrank obviously, "Xiao Mister, what happened?"

Xin Tang couldn't say how to say that kind of thing, and sighed again, "It's nothing, it's not a good thing anyway."

"Did something happen with Mr. Ying Huan?"

"I can't even get out, who else but him?"

Aunt Huang's hands trembled a little, Xin Tang saw it at a glance, and didn't care if he wanted to.

What sentence made her react so strongly?Don't you go out the door?

But... why?

If you misunderstood the meaning of this sentence, shouldn't you ask him immediately?

But Aunt Huang didn't ask anything, and after a while, she said in a tense voice, "Mr. Ying Huan doesn't seem like an unreasonable person, but he's just used to giving orders, Mr. Xiao, just follow him a little bit more." alright."

Xin Tang couldn't help frowning. He clearly remembered that when Aunt Huang came last time, he asked Aunt Huang what kind of person she thought Ying Huan was. Aunt Huang said that she hadn't had much contact with Ying Huan. up.

Why did he take the initiative to talk about Ying Huan's character today?

What is she hiding?

Xin Tang is not a person who likes to go round and round, so he asked directly: "Aunt Huang, didn't you say that you haven't had much contact with Ying Huan?"

Aunt Huang rubbed her hands nervously: "It's just that I haven't had much contact with him. I've met him a few times, and I can guess Mr.'s personality by looking at his face."

"Then why didn't you tell me when I asked you last time?"

"It's just a guess, not necessarily accurate."

"Then I said I can't go out, Aunt Huang, why don't you seem surprised at all? Shouldn't normal people ask what's going on when they hear this sentence?"

It was winter, but Aunt Huang was so nervous that a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead. She pursed her lips for a long time without saying a word, and looked at Xin Tang beggingly, "Mr. Xiao..."

"Do you have something to hide? Can't you tell me?"

"No... I have nothing to hide..."

"Then why don't you just speak up? The question I'm asking you is not difficult."

Xin Tang didn't know why his question made Aunt Huang difficult. Aunt Huang clutched her trousers nervously, and could vaguely see the outline of a mobile phone.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, a bell rang suddenly.

Aunt Huang hurriedly took out her phone, glanced at it, and bowed to Xin Tang, "Sir, I'm going to answer the phone." After saying that, she ran out holding the phone.

"You can just pick it up in the house, and I won't eavesdrop."

But Aunt Huang went out the door as if she didn't hear Xin Tang's words, blocking the wind and snow and the sound of her voice outside the door.

Xin Tang lay at the door and listened for a while, but couldn't hear anything. Suddenly, he remembered that he could see the door from the balcony upstairs, so he ran up and saw Aunt Huang at the door.

I still couldn't hear what Aunt Huang was saying, but looking at the way she held the phone with both hands and bowed slightly, it was obvious that she respected the person on the other end of the phone.

Aunt Huang talked with her mobile phone for a long time by herself, before she stopped to listen to the other party say a word or two. At most, Xin Tang could only see that Aunt Huang apologized several times.

It's so annoying. He hates the feeling of being kept in the dark. Aunt Huang is clearly hiding something from him on purpose.

Seeing that it was impossible to get any useful information, Xin Tang closed the French windows irritably, and returned to the first floor. Not long after, Aunt Huang came back, and she returned to her previous respectful but calm appearance: "Mr. Do you have any other questions?"

Judging by her appearance, she probably has already found an excuse, and she won't be able to find anything if she asks again.

Xin Tang waved his hands irritably, "It's nothing, if you don't want to say it, let it go."

"Then I'm going to make lunch. Is there anything you want to eat, Mr. Xiao?"

"casual."

"Yes."

As the so-called hate the house and the black, Xin Tang ate half a bowl of rice at noon, and most of it was dumped into the trash can.

Xin Tang was upset, not in the mood to read novels, so he searched through boxes and cabinets at home to see if he could find anything that could remind him of his memory. If he accidentally found a photo of Ying Huan in high school, he would be thankful.

I couldn't find the photo, but I found a dozen discs without covers under the TV cabinet, and they were simply marked with the time, which looked like homemade discs.

Xin Tang was lucky enough to find a disc marked 2012/01/18, which would be almost ten years in a week or two.

If these discs were really videos of him and Ying Huan as he had guessed, then this disc is likely to be him and Ying Huan in high school!

Xin Tang's heart was burning, and he quickly put the CD into the CD drive.

The CD was well preserved, and the picture was read out in a few seconds. At almost the same moment when the picture was read out, Xin Tang pressed pause and looked at the picture on the TV with trembling hands.

In the center of the picture, a thin boy wearing a black shirt, white pleated skirt and a pair of thigh-length fishnet stockings is kneeling on the bed, his hands are tied behind his back, and a black silk scarf is tied over his eyes.

That face was clearly that of Xin Tang in high school.