[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

It took me less than 15 minutes and I had a nice hot shower.The cold air in the whole body dissipated, and the whole body was comfortable and relaxed.The clothes I carried with me were still in the trunk. Mrs. Tamiya handed me a tight dress of her own, the color of camellia, with white lace at the edge. This dress is a bit tight for me, especially the tight hip .But I think I'm thinner than my wife. Am I fatter than I thought?

The thought terrifies me.

"It's so beautiful." The beautiful lady said enviously, "The body curve is super beautiful, does Miss Natsume often exercise, her buttocks are so curled up, and her legs are also long."

Guiltily, I touched my slack stomach. The four-pack abs of the original owner had been eroded by my appetite into a soft mass of flesh.

Mrs. Tamiya is a good communicator, and she got closer to me in a few words. She asked why we passed by here, and I answered truthfully. She then asked me about my relationship with those two men. Just as I was about to answer, there was a knock at the door. door noise.

"Well, Miss Natsume, have you finished washing? We're freezing to death..." It was Takuya Karasuma, his voice trembling slightly as if he was afraid of the cold. I quickly straightened my hair, opened the door, and came in and handed me Clothes Mrs. Tamiya went out together.

When Karasuma saw me, he whistled and winked ambiguously at Amuro behind him. Amuro didn't meet his eyes, but his eyes stayed on me for several seconds, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Does it mean that I feel good about myself?I found myself caring more and more about what he thought of me.

The two walked into the bathroom. When I took a shower just now, I saw that there were two shower heads on the left and right sides of the bathtub, which can be covered with curtains, which is very convenient.

Before the door was closed, the two of them began to undress like boys meeting in a university dormitory to take a bath together. I caught a glimpse of his trapezius muscle from the corner of my eye, and swallowed involuntarily.

When did I get so... horny?

The rain outside has turned into a natural disaster, and the thunder is rumbling. Mr. Tamiya in the living room tried to turn on the TV, but the signal was intermittent. I took out my mobile phone and found that there was no signal.

An uneasiness begins to grow.Isn't this a snowstorm mountain villa isolated by the rainstorm? There shouldn't be any murders, right?

This thought chilled my body after I had finally warmed up. I went to the living room and sat down on a rocking chair near the fireplace.

It was only then that I noticed that on the wall extending from the entrance to the living room, there were colorful oil paintings arranged in a patchwork pattern, including figures and landscapes, mostly in warm colors, which complemented the overall decoration of the house.

There are three rows of sofas in the living room, one row is facing the entrance, and three introverted female college students are sitting on it. Opposite them is a shorter sofa, and two boys are sitting between the two rows of sofas. Facing the fireplace, there is also a single sofa, and now the host is leaning on it, chatting casually with five young people about college affairs.

"Everyone is thirsty, let me make you a cup of hot tea." Mrs. Tamiya said, I hurriedly stood up and volunteered to help.

"I work part-time in a coffee shop, and I'm good at making tea." I can't bear to sit back and enjoy the benefits, and I always want to contribute.

Among the female students, the one with the brown ponytail looked at me seriously, with complex fluctuations in her eyes.

The big flaxen-colored wave beside her suddenly raised his hand to comb her hair at this moment, and accidentally hit her side face with her elbow, interrupting her gaze at me.

I followed behind the lady, walked around the sofa and passed behind them. The two boys opposite them were discussing practical matters with Mr. Tamiya. When I passed by, their eyes stayed on my waist and hips for a long time.

The kitchen is at the end of the corridor on the right side of the living room. I followed my wife into the kitchen. She took out a pot of tea from the closet and boiled water on the induction cooker.

I looked at the beautifully decorated kitchen and thought how great it would be if I could have such a small world in the future.

"Miss Natsume, are those two gentlemen with you?" The lady continued the question that she hadn't been able to ask before.

"Well, Mr. Amuro went to the party with me, and Mr. Karasuma hitched a ride, huh?"

I suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" She turned her head overly vigilantly, and her eyes pricked me like needles.

She turned her head so suddenly, like a female ghost in a ghost movie, and at the same time, a thunder flashed outside the kitchen window, making the atmosphere even more terrifying.

"No, it's nothing, I just remembered that I forgot to bring my camera, and I promised the store manager to record the party well... Hey, I will be scolded again when I go back." I lied, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on my body.

Something is wrong.Karasuma Taku also greeted the hostess in front of us just now, he should have made it clear why he came, why the hostess doesn't even know who he is?

Could it be that after he knocked on the door, he said something like "Hello Mrs. Tamiya, I'm entrusted by XX to deliver something to you, it's raining outside, can you let me and some friends go in to shelter from the rain" ?

I think it's a bit strange, but it's not easy to point it out. What if the lady thinks we have a problem and kicks us out?

"Ma'am, are you here for vacation?" I asked with a smile, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.

"Well, we come here for a few days every month. Both Shizuoka and I like painting. The scenery here is good and there are no worldly troubles. It is very suitable for sketching. However, our works can only be used for self-entertainment, and we can't take them at all. Shot." She giggled, and the sharpness just now disappeared.

When we walked into the living room with the teapot and cups, the two men had already come out of the bath. Amuro was wearing a white shirt, and Karasuma was wearing a wine-red one. They were leaning against the fireplace and wiping their hair.

I noticed the girl who was looking at me just now, and her gaze drifted over again. She looked at me, then at the two steaming men, and bit her lip.

At this moment, Mr. Tamiya came back from a trip to the restroom and said with a sigh:

"The phone is disconnected... probably because of the heavy rain. I hope the rain will end tomorrow."

Seven or eight of us looked at each other in blank dismay, our expressions were not very good.

I glanced at Amuro, and he also looked at me, no, to be precise, he was looking at my slightly protruding belly, with the corners of his mouth curled up maliciously.

hateful.

At this moment, he moved his eyes to the graceful lady, squinted his eyes, and pinched his chin thoughtfully.

That posture, that look, seems to be evaluating our measurements.

goat.

However, for a guy as energetic as him, there will be no shortage of needs in that regard. Although he doesn't have a fixed girlfriend, based on his appearance, he must be able to catch a girlfriend...

Maybe he is still an old hand, seeing how he was so experienced when he teased me that day, his experience in picking up girls must be colorful...

And... this guy is still looking at Mrs. Tamiya, he must be a wife-controlling person! ?

I seem to have discovered a great secret.