My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

The fire in Lin Anzhi's eyes burst out of his sockets, and he grabbed her by the neck: "Wen Shuning, why don't you die!"

Her throat was choked, and she blushed instantly, but she let him shackle her, leaning against the wall, motionless, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, mocking: "I deserve to die, what about you, you shouldn't die?"

He tightened his fingertips, the veins on the back of his hand were protruding, his fingertips were still stained with dried blood, his eyes were red, and he was on the verge of rage.

Wen Shuning didn't restrain his emotions at all, and satirized majestically, his throat was strangled, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his chest, with a piercing sense of oppression.

"Lin Anzhi, you are the one who provoked me first. You want the rich and powerful of my Wen family. Shouldn't you pay this price? There is no such thing as cheap in this world, and there is no way to live up to both Tathagata and Qing." Fa, if you get what you want, you have to pay what I want. I have given you so much time, and you can't break the relationship, and you can't get out of the family, so I can only help you."

He strangled her throat desperately, wishing to strangle her to death, but his fingers trembled, no matter how much he hated, he couldn't kill her, couldn't...at least not now.

He let go suddenly.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wen Shuning covered his neck with his hands, and smiled triumphantly, "I'm bad, and you're selfish, we're all damned, so we should be together, shouldn't we?"

He yelled, "Shut up!"

She shouted loudly: "Mo Bing," looking straight into his eyes, and said, "Break with her."

"Don't mention her name!" The voice was cold, like frozen frost, and he emphasized each word, "You, no, deserve it!"

Wen Shuning suddenly lowered his eyes, approached under his eyelids, and raised his head: "Anzhi, don't force me."

From a close distance, she could see the destructive flames in his eyes, it was a murderous look, and it was a lonely courage that wished to die together.

This is him.

Sure enough, she was right, what she fell in love with was a soul struggling from hell, deadly and damned fascinating, able to arouse all the desire to conquer in her body.

"Don't force me. If you touch Mo Bing again, you will die. I will hold you together."

He raised his hand, pushed her away hard, and then slammed the door away.

Wen Shuning sat on the ground, laughing out loud, laughing, tears streaming down his face.

Her father was right, the Wen family were all insane, and so was she, who hopelessly felt that such a Lin Anzhi made her willing to go to hell with her.

Crazy, all crazy.

The night in early spring was cold, and the moonlight was thin. Through the window, the gray and blue curtains were dyed white. When the wind blew, the reflections swayed, vaguely, like a thick layer of fog, hazy and illusory.

Jiang Jiusheng tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, closed his eyes, only Mo Bing's eyes were empty and desperate.

A pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist from behind, and her warm breath fell on her ears. Shi Jin's voice was low and low: "Can't sleep?"

"Well, I was thinking about Mo Bing." She turned over and snuggled into Shi Jin's arms, "Mo Bing has a strong temper, I'm afraid she won't be able to get out."

With her temperament, she would rather be broken than broken, and in the end, both sides must be hurt.

Shi Jin kissed her hair and listened to her talk.

"I can't figure it out. Lin Anzhi loves Mo Bing very much, but why would he hurt him?" He is definitely not a person who is greedy for money and power. What kind of reason can make him not hesitate to suffer this heart-wrenching pain.

In Jiang Jiusheng's understanding, deep love can defeat thousands of troops in the world, even death. What else can make the unforgettable love bow its head, hurt its muscles and bones, and lick a wound for a lifetime.

She couldn't figure it out.

Shi Jin said, "There are two possibilities."

She looked up: "What?"

He stretched out his fingers and rubbed her frowning brows: "Not loving enough, or too stupid."

Lin Anzhi loves Mo Bing so much, Jiang Jiusheng is not blind, he can see that it is not the first possibility, but he doesn't understand the second possibility: "Why do you say it is too stupid?"

Shi Jin was more rational than her, and analyzed without any emotion: "I can't tell the priority, use the wrong method, and only find that there is no way out when I reach a dead end. What is it if I am not stupid?"

What's the use of love, if you don't know how much you love, you still won't get a good result, or even a good death.

She seemed to understand it, but she didn't seem to understand it.

Can't tell the priority, if the "primary" is Mo Bing, what is the "secondary"?

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help blurting out: "If it was you—"

Shi Jin interrupted: "No." The night was very quiet, and Shi Jin's voice resounded in his ears, entangled with each word, lingering, but firm as iron, "There is nothing in this world that is more important than you. , the premise assumption does not exist at all, even if you take a step back, even if there is, I will always find a solution to get the best of both worlds, and I will definitely not make you compromise."

As long as he is ruthless, bad enough, and insane enough, there is nothing he dare not do, as long as he tramples the whole world under his feet, as long as he becomes crazy and demonic, and dies without regrets, it is more than enough to protect her.

In this way, Lin Anzhi is not conscienceless enough, unlike him, who dares to kill heaven and earth, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

It's just that no matter how crazy you are, you can't let her know that's all.

"Shi Jin."

"Um?"

Jiang Jiusheng hugged his waist, leaning his face against his heart, listening to the sound of his strong heartbeat in his ear, he was suddenly worried about gain and loss.

She raised her head and looked straight into Shi Jinmo's eyes: "We won't separate, right?" The relationship is really too fragile, it can't withstand suspicion, it can't withstand concealment, it can't withstand wind and rain and the city's scheming.

Shi Jin raised his hand, walked around behind her, and hid her in his arms.

"No." He said, whispering in her ear, solemnly promised, "Even if it is loess and white bones, I will share a coffin with you."

Jiang Jiusheng frowned and covered his mouth: "Don't be so unlucky." She is not a superstitious person, and for some reason, she has become scared.

"Okay." Shi Jin pecked and kissed her palm repeatedly, "Shengsheng, you just need to remember that not only my body is yours, but my life is also yours."

Jiang Jiusheng raised his hand, hugged Shi Jin's neck, rubbed his head in the hollow of his shoulder, rubbed, but it wasn't enough, so he bit him lightly with his teeth, pulled off his collar, and put his lips on his collarbone.

He likes her to leave all kinds of marks on him, and she likes it too.

Shi Jin's breathing became heavier: "Shengsheng."

"Um?"

He grabbed her hand hanging around his neck, put it into his clothes, and pressed it against his stomach, his hoarse voice was like a slowly flowing cello: "Go down."

Jiang Jiusheng listened to his words, followed his abdominal muscles, and slowly lowered his hand, submerging under his waist.

He took a deep breath, pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head to hold her lips, and did not restrain his movements at all. Indulging in his temper, he tossed her vigorously, took her hand, and did not take it lightly. Move lightly.

After a long time, he snorted, let out a foul breath, and bit her chest with red eyes: "It's not fun, I want you."

He never concealed his desire for her.

Jiang Jiusheng's voice seemed to be drunk, with a bit of flattery: "The wound doesn't hurt anymore."

With a muffled voice, his eyes were full of lust, and he restrained himself: "No."

She looked up, a little puzzled.

Shi Jin bit her lip: "There is no condom."

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

This... there is no way.

Shi Jin licked it, the tip of his tongue was a little red, and coaxed: "Shengsheng, hand."

The next day, the sky suddenly changed, and the spring rain was drizzling, stopping and resting, and the rain was lingering.

The whole internet is full of Lin Anzhi and Wen Shuning's love affair, but the two parties did not make any response from the beginning to the end.

For three consecutive days, Mo Bing didn't see Lin Anzhi, but he made everything she ate every day, and she knew it when she tasted it.

Mo Bing put down the thermos: "Shengsheng, is he still outside?"

Jiang Jiusheng was also wearing a hospital gown, and the incision was basically fine. He was not discharged from the hospital, and just happened to stay in the hospital to look after Mo Bing. He poured her a glass of water and said, "Here."

She pondered for a while: "help me call him in."

Jiang Jiusheng hesitated.

Mo Bing smiled at her, very far-fetched: "I'm fine." Her eyes were calm, without any ups and downs, "Some things must be made clear."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't persuade him, he left the ward and let Lin Anzhi in.

In just three days, he was so thin that he stood in front of the hospital bed, and when Mo Bing looked up, he could see his thin chin.

Mo Bing spoke first: "An Zhi."

"Um."

Lin Anzhi sat down, not daring to get too close, sitting on the head of the bed, looking at her with burning eyes, with fear and anticipation in his eyes.

This appearance is very similar to when he first came to her house, he felt insecure and would do everything lightly.

Mo Bing said, the emotions sinking deep in the eyes, calm and profound: "Call my parents, you go and explain, don't hide it from them whether it is true or not."

Both her parents are teachers, and they are open-minded and warm people.

Lin Anzhi responded in a low voice: "Okay."

Mo Bing sat up straight and faced him: "About Wen Shuning, do you have anything else to say?"

He is silent.

After waiting for a long time without saying anything, Mo Bing's voice was a little choked, and he spoke clearly and slowly: "Since there is nothing to say, let's." After a long pause, she said, "Let's break up."

Lin Anzhi raised his head abruptly, his hot eyes met her eyes, he almost shouted: "Don't break up!" He stretched out his hand, trembling, and still grabbed her cold hand, suppressing his voice, begging, There were tears in his eyes, "Mo Bing, don't break up, I beg you, don't want me."

Mo Bing bit his lip, and withdrew his hand: "It's not that I don't want you, An Zhi, it's that you didn't choose me."

He blurted out, anxious and panicked: "I have no choice, Mo Bing, I have no choice, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything."

She collected herself and looked at him.

She guessed that he must have hidden something from her.

Lin Anzhi stopped, and remained silent for a long time before opening his mouth. His voice seemed to have been torn, broken and hoarse: "Before I went to the orphanage, I was not called Lin Anzhi, but Lin Jinyan. My father is a banker in Yuncheng. Lin Xiaoping."

Mo Bing was startled, Lin Anzhi's almost choked voice was next to his ear.

Few people know that the predecessor of Wen's Bank is Lin's, and Wen Zhixiao, the old man of Wen's family, was once Lin Xiaoping's mentor.

Because his father cared about the friendship between master and apprentice, he let Wen's family take a stake in Lin's Bank when it was at its peak. In the third year, Lin's Bank was suspected of tax evasion and laundering, and the witness was Wen Zhixiao.

Lin Anzhi's eyes were deep, covering the earth-shattering noise in his eyes: "My father died in prison before he came to court." His voice paused, "He was beaten to death by the prisoners."

At that time, the shares of Lin's Bank plummeted. He was the eldest son, but he was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child who didn't understand anything. Wen Zhixiao got the management right from his mother.

"My father hadn't passed the first seven years, and my mother committed suicide by taking medicine." He sneered, his pupils were covered with red bloodshots bit by bit, filled with overwhelming hatred, and he couldn't suppress it, "Everyone said she was I took sleeping pills, but I know, no, I have already replaced my mother’s sleeping pills."

He paused every word and said, "It's murder."

After his mother died, Wen Zhixiao took over Lin's Bank, because he was underage, all the shares in his hands were temporarily taken over by Wen Zhixiao until he became an adult.

However, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, and the Wen family is greedy.

Lin Anzhi rolled his throat and swallowed the gushing anger: "Mo Bing, you don't know, I actually have a younger sister who is nine years younger than me. She is very cute and beautiful. She is very similar to me. She was only four years old when her parents had an accident, and she still didn't understand anything."

Mo Bing was completely stunned, looking at his blazing eyes, his eyes were also red.

"Wen Zhixiao said, sending my sister and me abroad, there was an accident on the way to the airport, when the car overturned, my sister was still alive, there were two other people in the car besides me." He clenched his back molars tightly and paused It took a long time before she opened her throat, "But they watched her die, and then left me in the car, opened the fuel tank, and lit the fire. Only then did I know that Wen Zhixiao was not going to send me and My sister is going abroad to send us on the road."

He clenched his palms tightly, his fingertips were sticky and bloody.

"The four of us in the Lin family were killed. He planned everything, even my four-year-old sister. The only omission was that he didn't wait until the car exploded before leaving, allowing me to crawl out alive."

After speaking, he lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.

Mo Bing wiped his face, only to find that his face was full of tears, dripping down the corners of his mouth, salty and astringent: "Why did you hide it from me for so long?"

Lin Anzhi raised his head: "I'm afraid you will cry, just like now." He reached out his hand to wipe the tears on her face.

Unable to finish wiping, Mo Bing cried even harder.

No wonder, he always dreams, he always cries in his dreams.

He held her face and gently wiped her eyes with his sleeve: "I can't tell you, Wen Zhixiao knew that I was not dead three years ago. If it was exposed, he would kill me at most, but if you knew, he would kill me." No one will be let go." He said solemnly and firmly, "Mo Bing, when I walk out of this door, you will act as if you don't know anything, act as if I have never said anything, it doesn't matter if you hate me, don't worry about me Don't get close to Wen's family, they are all insane and dare to do anything."

Mo Bing looked at him with red eyes: "What about you?"

he?

Does he have a choice? A lifetime of nightmares, I can't wake up from crying, I close my eyes, it's all about his father, his mother, and his four-year-old sister, crying and calling him, crying and telling his brother that it hurts so much.

But when he opened his eyes, he wished he could touch the knife and die together.

Such a twisted psychology has tortured him for fourteen years, what else can he do.

Mo Bing hesitated for a long time: "An Zhi, you must take revenge, right?"

He didn't hesitate: "It must."

Otherwise, if you go to hell, how can you see your parents and sister.

"Is there any other way?"

He shook his head.

The Wen family is suspicious by nature. For so many years, he has not even been able to touch the core of Wen's Bank. Except for Wen Zhixiao, Wen Shuning is the largest shareholder of Wen's Bank. I found a breakthrough and slowly bought individual stocks, but it was far from enough.

The hot flames in Mo Bing's eyes cooled down bit by bit: "What about me? Do you just watch you get closer and closer to her?"

He didn't answer, but just begged her: "Mo Bing, can you wait for me?"

"How long will it take? One year? Two years?" She opened her mouth, her throat was full of soreness, she couldn't swallow it, it was all blocked in her chest, and her nose was sore when she opened her mouth, "I'd better wait until you and Wen Shuning get married Have a child?"

He couldn't answer.

Because there are too many uncertainties.

Mo Bing knew that this bloody feud was destined to be between her and Lin Anzhi for the rest of her life. No one was right, and no one should be alone. She wasn't angry, and she didn't blame him, but it was as if a piece of her heart had been gouged out, and it was empty.

"Anzhi, I can understand you, but what should I do? I'm not that magnanimous, I mind, I mind her very much." Her eyes were red, tears fell one by one, she lowered her head, not looking into his desperate eyes , "I will be sad, I will not be able to bear it, I am not good, I am selfish, even if I know that you want revenge, I still don't want to, Anzhi, I don't want to, I don't want to share you with anyone, not at all."

She loves him so much, so there is no room for sand in her eyes.

He didn't promise her either, and never said a word.

Maybe, it's over like this, and this together is beyond redemption...

The relationship between the president of Warner Pictures and Lin Anzhi has been raging for several days. Neither party has made a statement. Through the fog, they can't see clearly. They seem to be waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a tipping point.

Jiang Jiusheng asked Mo Bing what to do.

She smiled wryly and asked back, what should I do?

In this way, it is difficult to move forward, to see who will take a step back first, to see who will fall into the abyss first, either the sea and the sky will be bright, or it will be beyond redemption.

Lin Anzhi didn't do anything, and stayed outside the ward every day. Mo Bing lost weight, so did he, and he looked a little out of shape.

Jiang Jiusheng was discharged from the hospital on the sixth day of Mo Bing's hospitalization. The incision from appendicitis is basically fine, and he will recover after half a month of recuperation. Mo Bing is raising a baby, and Yuwen sent a temporary manager to help Jiang Jiusheng. It was too smooth, without a tacit understanding, so I didn't find that agent who couldn't get along very well.

On the day of the beginning of spring, the spring rain was drizzling, and a celebrity couple in the industry had a coming-of-age ceremony for the daughter of nearly half of the entertainment and business circles. Jiang Jiusheng also went, and Shi Jin wanted to accompany her, but there was a temporary operation, so he left her After such a short time, the sky was stabbed a small hole.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Shi Jin had just left the operating room. Within ten minutes, he received a call from Huo Yining. Except for Jiang Jiusheng, Shi Jin didn't save the call, and he remembered the number.

Pick it up, calmly: "Hello."

Huo Yining reported his family name: "It's me, Huo Yining."

Shi Jin poured out half a bottle of disinfectant, wiped his hands, and said calmly, "Yes, I know."

This is always calm tone ah!

Huo Yining said lazily: "Come to the police station, I have arrested your girlfriend."

Shi Jin's tone became heavy: "The reason."

Oh, once I heard about Jiang Jiusheng, I couldn't calm down.

Huo Yining rubbed his chin: "In a group fight, she takes the lead."

Shi Jin pondered for a moment, then tightened his voice: "Is my girlfriend hurt?"

You don't know what skills your girlfriend has?

Huo Yining was funny, and said lightly: "She's fine, the other party injured six."

Shi Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"..."

What's so good! When the people's police is a display!

Huo Yining took back the leg that was on the table, and stopped joking: "Be mentally prepared, I guess it won't be private."

Shi Jin didn't say much, just asked: "Who is the other party?"

"Wen Shuning of Wen's Bank." It is estimated that Shi Jin, who disregards the law, will take some special measures again. Huo Yining has a headache, and he doesn't understand how he got into a thief boat with a messy guy like Shi Jin , There is also a strange feeling that cannot be planted.

Shi Jin hummed inexplicably, hung up Huo Yining's phone, changed the sterile surgical gown, walked out while pressing the phone, and said a name into the phone: "Wen Shuning."

Over there, Qin Zhong asked what was going on.

Shi Jin was succinct: "In a short time, I want her to handle me."

Jiangbei Police Station.

When Jiang Kai came back from the outside, he pushed open the door, and there was a yo-ho sound, and the cold wind blew in. He shivered and was shocked: "What's the matter? I went to squat in the toilet, and our police station opened a Star extravaganza?"

Looking around, it's full of familiar faces on TV, and there are just a few small flowers in the traffic, sitting and standing, the room is full. Jiang Kai just received the news, saying that it was a group fight, which is also strange. Aren't the beauties in the entertainment industry more stable than each other? What happened today?

Deputy team leader Zhao Tengfei rolled his eyes and said, "Don't be so talkative, hurry up and make a record."

Well done!

It's the first time he's taking notes for a female star, so excited.

The one who took the lead in the group fight, the deputy team personally interrogated, tried to suppress the restless fans' hearts, and pretended to be calm: "Name."

Jiang Jiusheng's expression was light: "Jiang Jiusheng."

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Lin Anzhi was not Shi Jin. If Shi Jin had been Shi Jin, he would have touched a gun, jumped straight away, and then escaped from prison to find Jiang Jiusheng...

Therefore, I still like Shi Jin, knowing where the cinnabar in my heart is.

These extreme practices only exist in novels, they are fictitious, cuties, don't learn, you can't break the law, and be a good citizen who abides by the law.