"Since this is the case, we can't refuse our hospitality, so we'll just stay here tonight."
Hou Yiying advised Xiong Jiandong.
She had already thought that if she repeatedly refused the kindness of Old John and his family, it would inevitably lead to unexpected misunderstandings.
Xiong Jiandong, who was in the midst of grief and depression, actually did not completely reject the chance to stay at No. 21 Beverly for one night. He could even think of taking this opportunity to learn from Kent about the latest developments in Fan Lizhi's drowning case.
how?
His concern was that he had to worry about how he could spend the whole night with Hou Yiying, living in the same place as a male and female lover in an extremely embarrassing manner, thereby tarnishing her reputation for innocence.
In the United States, it is often considered unbelievable if a pair of adult male and female lovers sleep separately.
However, at this time, since Hou Yiying was generous and accepted the host's arrangement in public, Xiong Jiandong knew that it was difficult for him to continue to object.
Kent led the two of them to the guest room, and before leaving, he told Hou Yiying that if Mr. Xiong felt unwell at night, he could call him for help at any time.
Nancy thoughtfully found a brand new nightgown for Hou Yiying, even the packaging had not been opened.
She enthusiastically introduced that this nightgown was designed by a Paris fashion designer with a romantic and sexy style. She was now giving it to Hou Yiying as a meeting gift to thank her boyfriend Kent for saving her life.
The room is equipped with a separate bathroom, a double bed and two single sofas.
Hou Yiying closed the door, poured a cup of hot water for Xiong Jiandong, and brought it to him.
She asked with concern: "How do you feel now? Are you feeling better? It's best to take a shower and lie down to rest immediately."
"It's much better." Xiong Jiandong said, "It's better that you go to bed and sleep. I'll just lean on the sofa tonight!"
"Don't even think about arguing with me!" Hou Yiying said, "You are a patient, so of course you sleep on the bed, while I stay upright on the sofa."
"Look at me, I look like a patient now!" Xiong Jiandong said with a bitter smile.
"Then why did you suddenly become very uncomfortable and make everyone nervous for you?" Hou Yiying stared at Xiong Jiandong with a sharp gaze and said, "To be honest, I don't believe your excuse just now.
It’s because I drank too much.”
"Of course, I have no doubt that you are pretending on purpose."
She added another sentence.
Xiong Jiandong was silent.
"If my guess is correct, it must be because of these two things that Old John brought out that you were unable to restrain yourself."
Hou Yiying said, and handed the gem necklace that Old John gave her to collect, as well as half a piece of paper with blood words on it, to Xiong Jiandong.
"Furthermore, I can still infer that the owner of these two things is obviously Lu Zhichao's wife Lin Sirer who died just over two months ago and whose ashes are now buried in the Xishan Cemetery in the capital. And Bei is not far away.
Forlley No. 5 is their residence in San Francisco, USA. And you, Xiong Jiandong, have obviously known this for a long time."
"But there is one thing that I still can't figure out," Hou Yiying frowned and thought, "that is, when we went to the flower shop before, why did you just get out of the car and fixate on Beverly No. 5. Very soon.
It’s hard to imagine that you have been to that French villa before.”
"Please, can you explain to me what is going on?"
Hou Yiying changed her tone and asked Xiong Jiandong with earnest eyes.
"This...it's hard to explain clearly."
Xiong Jiandong sighed with mixed emotions. His deliberate avoidance made him realize that he was pale and powerless. His complex and blank eyes were full of melancholy, helplessness, desolation, and depth.
Hou Yiying observed Xiong Jiandong silently, and suddenly another person appeared in his mind, who had experienced such a very similar sentiment.
"You know, Xiong Jiandong, I see that your mood and demeanor at this time look very much like a person."
She finally spoke out.
"who?"
Xiong Jiandong asked instinctively in surprise.
"Hua Nianping!" Hou Yiying answered clearly and accurately.
She said: "It was after the Mid-Autumn Festival last year in Huaishang City, because everyone mistakenly thought that you died protecting the Wanshuizha Dam. Later, in the conference hall of the Enyuan Group, Comrade Xiong Jiandong, the so-called sacrifice, was made for you.
, held a grand memorial service, and Hua Nianping personally delivered the eulogy. What he showed at that time was the sentimental emotion you have now."
"It's a pity that his body is gone," Xiong Jiandong said sadly, "I hope that God will take pity on us and unite us as one body!"
"Yes!" Hou Yiying's eyes shone with light, and he said thoughtfully, "Not only that, I can even notice that many times, your tone and style of speaking are exactly the same as Hua Nianping.
"
"It's really like what you said just now. What's going on between you and Hua Nianping? This...it's hard to explain clearly."
Later, Hou Yiying magically revealed what Xiong Jiandong had said to avoid him just now.
Xiong Jiandong couldn't bear to see Hou Yiying, and continued to think hard about this, so he reminded her, don't forget that Kent said that a very useful small device would be delivered tomorrow morning, and urged her to pack herself up and go to bed as soon as possible.
It's already past eleven o'clock at night.
Hou Yiying understood that since Xiong Jiandong was indeed in good health, it would be difficult to persuade him to go to bed, so he had to give a quilt to Xiong Jiandong, and he leaned on the sofa.
Xiong Jiandong thought that Nancy had brought her nightgown just now and Hou Yiying might want to change into it, so he tilted his face knowingly and pulled the corner of the quilt to actively block his sight.
Hou Yiying took the nightgown that Nancy had given to her, unpacked it, and saw that it was a piece of exquisite flesh-colored lace that felt soft and smooth.
She glanced at Xiong Jiandong's sofa and smiled secretly, thinking that if such a provocative nightgown was really looked at by this man, there was no telling what kind of physiological reaction it would bring to him.
In addition, Hou Yiying also has a very confident sense of security, that is, Xiong Jiandong will never offend her under any circumstances.