My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

At nine o'clock, Xie Dang's agent Song Jing came to pick her up. He asked for a car and drove Song Jing away. Song Jing's husband was on a business trip, and no one was watching the children at home. Before leaving, she was really worried. She always felt that Xie Dang, the little ancestor, was in trouble. Endless disaster.

No one answered Tan Mobao's phone. The police called Tan's house. The servant answered and said that the husband and wife were asleep and Shi Jin had done the bail procedures. Tan Mobao made a joke and said that her father and stepmother usually didn't remember her very well. That exists, of course, except on inspection days.

Jiang Jiusheng lives in Yujing Yinwan, and the calligraphy treasure for the peace talks is not going smoothly. It is getting late, so he is worried about her going back alone: ​​"Dangdang, give me the calligraphy treasure."

Before Xie Dang could express his position, Tan Mobao quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I'll go back by myself."

Xie Dan opened the car door directly, not bothering to ramble, and ordered: "Come up."

Tan Mobao wisely got into the car, waved to Jiang Jiusheng, clung to the car window, held hands and looked into each other's teary eyes, reluctant to leave, wishing he could see each other off ten miles away.

Xie Dang: "..."

Why are there so many dramas!

He directly stepped on the accelerator: "Close the window, it's freezing."

Tan Mobao sat upright, rolled up the window, fastened his seat belt, and said seriously: "Xie Dang, I won't slander you anymore."

Before, whenever Xie Dang posted on Weibo, she would criticize him. She also joined Xie Dang's anti-fan group and was a responsible and organized anti-fan.

Xie Dang chuckled coldly: "I thank your whole family."

Tan Mobao smiled like a spring flower: "I accept your gratitude on behalf of my whole family."

This man's thick skin really refreshed Xie Dang's outlook: "You are so poor, why don't you go to heaven?"

Tan Mobao said casually: "I just came down."

"..."

Damn, you're mentally retarded.

Xie Dang was too lazy to talk to her and turned on the car music, a soft rock song by Jiang Jiusheng.

When Tan Mobao heard it, he got excited and started singing along, squinting his eyes and feeling mesmerized.

Not a word is in tune!

The demonic sound was ringing in his ears all the way. Xie Dang had a bad temper and couldn't bear it anymore: "Can you shut up?"

Tan Mobao shook his head firmly, very rationally: "No, I can sing my idol's songs for another hundred years."

Xie Dang grabbed a handful of hair irritably: "If you keep singing, you will probably have a car accident before you live to be a hundred years old."

Tan Mobao turned a deaf ear and continued to enjoy herself. She sang a light rock song that reached the eighteen bends of the mountain road. She was full of emotions and the last note was drawn, soaring to a high note. Xie Dang's eardrums shook and he was shaken. The vehicle suddenly changed lanes, and he turned the steering wheel sharply, facing the guardrail.

"boom!"

The singing stopped suddenly.

Xie Dan rubbed his head, glanced at the smoking car hood, and gritted his teeth. He had never been unlucky when meeting this man.

Tan Mobao smiled awkwardly but politely: "This is really a soul-shaking performance!"

"..."

Xie Dan looked at her, calmly, and uttered one word: "shit!"

Tan Mobao raised his head and looked at the sky: "Look, the Big Dipper!"

"..."

It was past nine o'clock when we returned to Yujing Yinwan. Jiang Jiusheng was washing up, and Shi Jin went to the balcony to answer the phone. Jiang Bomei trembled in his sleep, woke up, and ran to the living room as soon as he saw the figure.

"Sixth Young Master."

It's Qinzhong.

There was no light on the balcony, and the faint moonlight fell on the side of Shi Jin's face, dividing it into half-light and half-darkness. At night, his voice sounded loudly: "Did you get the thing?"

The Sixth Young Master wanted to get something that could get Wen Shuning sentenced to three to five years. If he couldn't get it, he would make it.

Qin Zhong said: "Before I could take action, I received a financial statement from Warner. There is something wrong with the accounts on it." Qin Zhong went into detail and said, "It was sent by an unknown ID. I can't check it." to the source.”

Shi Jin pondered slightly: "No need to check."

He's his brother-in-law.

He only said: "Go and negotiate with Wen Shuning." He only cared about his family's Shengsheng affairs. He was not interested in other things. He was not a savior, and naturally he would not feel sorry for others.

Qin Zhong responded: "Understood."

Less than half an hour after Jiang Jiusheng came out of the police station, the news that she was leading a group fight spread like wildfire. This incident involved many artists and caused a stir on the Internet, especially those artists from Warner Films. The injured photo showed the victim's posture, and for a while, many people dissed Jiang Jiusheng on the Internet.

"As a public figure, I have no sense of civilization at all."

"Even if you are a rock singer, you can't be so tough."

"Women are women, they pull their hair and get into fights at every turn."

"Hit my goddess and I will blackmail you for the rest of your life!"

"I always firmly believe that if Jiang Jiusheng hits someone, it must be that person who deserves the hit."

"There is no evidence who is right or wrong, so don't be fooled and lead the way."

"Some people are funny. What does fighting mean when one person can fight alone? If you can't win, just cry. Little white flower, go away and hug my husband, Mr. Sheng!"

"Master Sheng, remember, you are a woman. Leave the fighting to us boys. Give me your address and I will fight you!"

"I'm just a crazy fan, but my husband is incredibly handsome when he fights."

"Don't run away, diss Jiang Jiusheng, the Xie Dang family's army is coming!"

"This is Jingse's husband's group. They are carrying knives. Who can try to force me again?"

"Internet celebrity calligraphy group, let's take a piss here! Thank God, thank you, my baby has finally become popular from the Internet celebrity circle to the entertainment industry."

"Yes, there is another internet celebrity here who is enjoying the popularity."

"Brother upstairs, you successfully caught my attention. Remember to lock the door tonight."

"..."

Various opinions were mixed, and not only Jiang Jiusheng, but also Jing Se and Xie Dang's Weibo were collectively destroyed. In the entertainment industry for hundreds of years, there has probably never been such a large-scale and large-scale fight. The Weibo server crashed.

At half past nine, Jiang Jiusheng posted a simple Weibo message, just seven words.

Jiang Jiusheng V: If you are not good at fighting, don’t imitate me.

There was no apology or explanation, which was very Jiang Jiusheng's style. Several people who participated in the group fight also changed their positions. Anyway, they all had the same attitude and did not admit their mistakes.

I thought that with such a big incident, some inside story must have been dug out, but unfortunately, except for a few dynamic pictures, there was nothing. I could only see Jiang Jiusheng's handsome fighting posture. Other than that, I couldn't tell the truth. , who is right and who is wrong is still an unsolved case. You can tell with your toes that this is a connection, but who is responsible? I don’t know. Anyway, look at the few who were fighting. Every one of them is a big shot.

Everyone expresses their opinion on the Internet, but it's not like that. People who like Jiang Jiusheng still like her, and people who don't like her don't matter.

However, someone later discovered that the computers of those black Jiang Jiusheng trolls were poisoned.

grass! supernatural event! There is a pit!

"Bang!"

The water glass hit the ground hard,

Wen Shuning's head was still wrapped with a bandage, and the fingertips holding the phone turned white. The corners of her mouth were broken and as red as blood. There was only one light turned on in the huge villa, and the light went far away and fell on her. There were two clusters of flames in his pupils: "Check for me who leaked the information."

On the phone, the man's voice was trembling: "It has been checked. Our computer has been hacked."

Wen Shuning clenched her hands and scratched the glass table with her nails, making a harsh sound. She gritted her teeth. After a long time, she squeezed out three words from her throat: "Go and withdraw the lawsuit."

The Qin family has already said that if the lawsuit is not withdrawn, these reports will appear in the police station tomorrow.

What a good Shi Jin!

After hanging up the phone, Wen Shuning pressed a number again.

"What's the matter so late?"

It's Wen Shuhua.

Wen Shuning made sarcastic remarks as soon as he opened his mouth and said angrily: "Sister, take care of that son of yours!"

Wen Shuhua usually doesn't care about things and is more tolerant than Wen Shuning, but once it comes to Jiang Jinyu, she has no good temper: "What do you mean by this? What's wrong with Jinyu?"

Wen Shuning sneered: "Just be careful. If you raise a white-eyed wolf, you won't be bitten without even knowing who it is."

"Who are you calling a white-eyed wolf?"

Wen Shuning cut off the phone directly.

The Wen family seems to be calm on the surface, but behind the scenes, none of them is really law-abiding. She is ambitious, but Wen Shuhua is not just waiting for opportunities.

The room was quiet for a long time.

Wen Shuning dialed Lin Anzhi's number. It took a long time before he answered: "Let's meet."

Not a word was answered to her.

Wen Shuning sneered: "How long do you think the relationship between us can last? Lin Anzhi, you can't have your cake and eat it too. If you're not willing to let it go, then don't keep me waiting."

Lin Anzhi hung up the phone without saying a word.

She threw her phone, smashed everything she could, screamed like a madman, and was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

The Wen family in Yuncheng.

The door rang three times, and Wen Shuhua pushed the door open and went in.

"Jin Yu, why did you offend your aunt?" After a pause, Wen Shuhua's voice suddenly rose, "What are you doing?"

There were a lot of clothes scattered on the bed. Next to the bed, there was a large suitcase. Jiang Jinyu bent down and put it in one by one. He had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. Release it to the earth.

The young man lowered his head and lowered his long eyelashes. No emotion could be seen. He spoke very slowly, almost every word: "Pack your bags."

Wen Shuhua was surprised: "Where are you going so late at night?"

He whispered: "Jiangbei."

Wen Shuhua's eyelids twitched and he became a little anxious: "What are you doing in Jiangbei?" Since Jin Yu recognized Jiang Jiusheng, his condition has improved a lot and he is not as resistant to contact with others as before. But after all, he is an autistic patient. How can she rest assured? He goes out.

The young man stopped packing his luggage and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Look for my sister."

Only when he talks about Jiang Jiusheng, his eyes are always lifeless and there is some life.

He seems to be too dependent on Jiang Jiusheng.

Wen Shuhua had mixed feelings in his heart: "I will go with you when I am free in a few days."

The young man from Qingyue said in a deep voice: "I'll go by myself."

Wen Shuhua didn't even think about it: "No, let your sister take you there."

The boy who lowered his head suddenly raised his eyes, his pupils were dark and shiny, without any warmth at all, and said: "I only have one sister."

His tone was as cold as ice.

He could clearly distinguish between Jiang Jiusheng and the Wen family. The former was a person he cared about, but the latter were incompatible with each other.

Wen Shuhua couldn't help but get annoyed: "Jin Yu, what's going on with you? The Wen family is your home, and we are your family." Why could he only think about that sister Jiang Jiusheng!

Jiang Jinyu pressed the corners of his lips into a straight line. Under the light, his thin outline glowed with a cold white color: "If I can choose, I only want my sister."

Both inside and outside the words were full of determination.

Wen Shuhua was shaking with anger and raised his hand to hit him.

The young man stood under the lamp, motionless, with no fluctuation in his eyes. He looked like a marionette in the window, unable to laugh, get angry, or be afraid.

Wen Shuhua's raised hand trembled for a long time, but still couldn't fall down. He choked with red eyes: "You don't even want your mother?"

He bent down, lifted up his suitcase, put his bag on his back, and said with a dull look in his eyes: "I don't want to be your tool to fight for property."

After saying that, he turned around without hesitation, carrying a large luggage, his back straight, and walked farther and farther alone.

Wen Shuhua froze in disbelief.

Wen Shuning, the second young lady of the Wen family, has been in charge of the bank for nearly ten years. She is immersed in the shopping mall and has everything she wants. Outsiders all say that the second young lady of the Wen family will take over from the Wen family in the future. However, things are not so peaceful on the surface. The old man still holds the largest shareholding. As long as a will is not made, the future master of the Wen family will not be decided yet.

Wen Shuning has good skills and wide connections.

And Wen Shuhua only has one trump card, Jin Yu, the only male in the Wen family.

That child who was ignorant of the world, that child who always lowered his head and lowered his eyes, when did he grow up, with a pair of unruffled eyes that could see through everything.

It was already past ten o'clock, but Jiang Jiusheng was not sleepy at all. He was lying on the bed and browsing Weibo. After Shi Jin washed up, he put the towel for wiping his hair on his shoulders, walked over and took the tablet from her hand: "You can't read it." No, it will hurt your eyes."

Jiang Jiusheng sat up and took a towel to wipe him with: "Many of the Weibo topics dissing me on the Internet have disappeared, is it you?"

If it were him, he would just block them all, but he wouldn't be so polite.

Shi Jin raised his head, the half-wet hair on his forehead slightly covering his eyes, his bangs hanging down, and his whole person softened: "It's the kid from the Wen family."

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

When I see the title of the first update, it means, well, there are two updates.

As for whether you are fat or not, come on, hand over your monthly ticket first.