My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Jiangbei Detention Center.

No. 0712, Su Fu, female, 31, for smuggling, money laundering, drug trafficking, and murder. She was sentenced to death and will be executed immediately.

After checking the information, the prison guard said through the cell window: "The execution will be carried out at six o'clock on Thursday morning."

The other party said nothing.

The prison guard looked up.

He is about forty years old, has little hair, is slightly bald on the top of his head, is short, slightly fat, and has a pair of slender eyes. He squints at the woman in the cell and looks at her with a vague look: "Are there any relatives you want to meet? If yes, please submit your application today.”

Su Fu sat on the ground, his hair shaved, and shook his head.

Her father was also sent in by Su Wen, and he blocked all her ways of survival.

The prison guard looked away and grinned. He hadn't seen such a beautiful female prisoner for a long time, and she was still a public figure.

He asked again: "Where is the will?"

Su Fu got up from the ground, took an envelope bag, and held it out the window.

The prison guard opened it and looked at it: "Isn't this a will?"

She raised her head, her hair was shaved, the edges and corners became more distinct, and her eyebrows were sharp: "Send it out for me."

His tone was still strong, not like an ordinary death row prisoner.

The prison guard stuck his head out and looked at the corridor. The two female prison guards who were accompanying him were talking in the corridor. They were so busy chatting that they didn't notice it.

He lowered his voice: "Why should I help you get out?"

She opened her hand and placed a bank card in her palm: "There are five hundred thousand in it. I will tell you the password after the item is delivered."

The prison guard turned sideways to block the sight of the female prison guard outside. His fat body blocked the sunlight shining through the window. He took the card, wrapped it in his palm, touched the card surface with his thumb, and asked: "You used to be from CCTV Anchor?"

Su Fu looked at him coldly for a moment: "What other conditions are there?"

The other party grinned, showing two rows of yellow teeth. With his eyes turned away from the female prison guard outside, his eyes wandered around Su Fu unscrupulously: "I'll come over at one o'clock in the evening."

She sneered, her eyes were so cold that no light could penetrate the cell, and her whole body looked sinister: "Do you know who I am?"

He actually dared to covet her.

The male prison guard touched the beard on his chin: "I know, you are a death row prisoner." His tone was frivolous and he scoffed.

She stared at the man's face, with two clusters of fire in her pupils, wishing to burn the man in front of her to the point of leaving no bones left.

The tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by the dog.

She actually has today.

"Don't want to? Forget it." The male prison guard threw the card and envelope on the ground, snorted, turned around and left.

Su Fu gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Wait."

The male prison guard turned back and grinned: "That's right. You're about to be executed. How can you pretend to be chaste?"

He reached out his hand.

Su Fu knelt down, picked up the envelope and card, and handed them to the man. He touched the back of her hand with his backhand. She bit her lip, her mouth filled with the smell of rusty blood.

Becoming a king and being defeated as a bandit, she is now like a bereaved dog whose death is approaching, how can she be willing to do so, how can she be willing to do so.

When she dies, someone must be buried with her.

She lowered her eyelashes to cover up all the sinister murderous aura and madness in her eyes.

Across the corridor, the female prison guard was urging: "Old Huang, have you finished checking?"

The male prison guard stuffed the things into his sleeves, glanced into the cell, and said, "Here he comes."

That night, the sky was filled with stars. The night in early spring is always particularly gentle. The light of the moon was very light, the wind was very light, and the neon lights of the city were beautiful.

Looking down from the high-rise building, your eyes are full of light, bright and blurry.

Ami opened the door and entered the box. The man with red lips and white teeth looked very well-behaved when he lowered his head, but when he raised his eyes, his eyes were fierce.

There was a song playing in the box, a light rock song with a slightly hoarse voice from alcohol and tobacco that made people iron their clothes, but it was not noisy.

Ami stepped forward and said, "Master, there is news from the detention center." He put the documents on the table.

After flipping through two pages with her slender fingers, Chang Ming leaned back on the sofa: "Follow her plan."

Ami didn't move, her delicate brows were tightly knitted, as if she had something to say but didn't dare to be presumptuous.

Chang Ming took a glass of red wine and looked at the screen in the box.

The MV was shot a few years ago. At that time, Jiang Jiusheng was only in his early twenties. He didn't like to smile, was cold and cold, held a guitar in his hand, played and sang by himself, and his voice was hoarse and low.

He was still looking at the projection screen, somewhat absent-mindedly: "Say."

Ami then spoke: "Master, the Qin family's trading network has been obtained. Why have you been reluctant to return to Mianzhou? You," he paused for a long time, carefully looking at his master's face, "why do you insist on talking to Qin Liu?" Less right?"

The Qin family withdrew from the underground trading market and no longer competed with the Teng family. It was clear that they were no longer in conflict with each other.

Su Fu is already an abandoned son and useless, why should he keep company with her and stroke the tiger's beard.

Ami couldn't figure it out, but could only be sure of one thing. Su Fu was no longer a thing and didn't need to be taken seriously. The master must have other purposes for playing with her.

Chang Ming swung the wine glass and did not answer his question, but asked him: "Is there anything Ami likes very much?"

Ami thought for a while: "Cat." He asked his master, "Does it count?"

Chang Ming took a sip of wine, her pale lips stained red by the wine, and asked Ami: "If there was a very beautiful cat and you wanted it very much, what would you do?"

Ami thought again: "Catch him."

When they are bodyguards, they are straightforward and resolve things with their fists.

Chang Ming smiled, took off his glasses, and his pupils were faintly green: "That cat has an owner."

That is to say, the beautiful cat belongs to someone else. If that's the case... Ami said: "Snatch it."

Chang Ming looked at him: "Its owner won't agree."

He didn't even think about it: "Grab it hard."

Speaking with his fists is his usual style.

At this point, Ami was even more confused. He was obviously talking about Shi Jin, so why did he get around the cat? He scratched his head, puzzled.

Chang Ming loosened his tie. There was a small mole on his collarbone. He said in a lazy tone: "Shi Jin is that master."

Ami reacted for a long time and suddenly realized: "Young master wants to steal Shi Jin's cat?"

Chang Ming just smiled, did not continue, and drank the red wine slowly.

The door of the box was pushed open again, and a woman walked in with a graceful step. She was dressed casually, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. Her long hair was scattered casually, without makeup. She raised her head.

Ami looked at her, and then at the woman holding the piano and singing on the same screen. They were so similar that he could recognize two similar cats and even distinguish their coat colors, but he couldn't recognize two similar women.

Han Miao stepped forward: "Young Master."

Chang Ming didn't look at her, his eyes fell on the projection screen: "Did you sign the contract?"

She said: "Signed the Qin family."

Then, without asking any more questions, he drank all the wine in the glass and put it down. The laser light above his head came down and fell on his face and in his eyes, reflecting many strange and blurry shadows.

If he lowers his eyes, his profile is gentle. If he raises his eyes, he is too cold. But if he raises his eyes to look at you, his eyes can penetrate straight into your heart. She can't hide from his green eyes. eye.

She stood for a moment, then bravely went to give him some wine. The half glass of red wine was brightly colored. She handed it to him, and her fingers inadvertently touched the back of his hand.

She was stunned and her eyes fell on the side of his face.

Chang Ming lay on the sofa and raised his eyes slightly, a little empty and cold: "Don't look at me like this."

She suddenly panicked and moved her eyes away.

He picked up the glass of wine she poured: "Shengsheng, she won't look at me like this."

Shengsheng...

Han Miao smiled bitterly, not knowing where she got the courage to actually refute his words: "I am Han Miao." She repeated word by word, "Master, I am Han Miao."

Chang Ming sat up straight, with a smile in her eyes, but the light and shadow were still cold: "Is this important?" He stretched out his hand and brushed her face, inch by inch, slowly rubbing it, "Miaomiao, you are a substitute. ,Do you understand?"

Her voice is so gentle, but the words she speaks are like a knife that kills without blood.

Han Miao pursed her lips, turned red, and said nothing.

The cool fingertips that landed on the side of her face moved to her neck. He opened his hand, grabbed her throat, tightened it, and asked her again: "You know?"

Her breath was snatched away in an instant, and she could hardly breathe. She suffocated her face and eyes. She only felt creepy, as if she was in a cold pool, and her limbs and bones were all cold.

She had seen him kill without blinking an eye.

Her body was trembling, she didn't dare to move, and she pulled her vocal cords with difficulty: "I know, I know."

Chang Ming loosened his hand, brushed her neck with his fingers, and coaxed gently: "Be good and don't have other thoughts. I don't like it."

This man is perverse, gloomy, and moody. He can coax you gently or kill you gently.

She nodded, not daring to disobey him again.

"Miaomiao," Chang Ming said, "sing me a song."

"Okay." She stood up and went to get the microphone.

What was playing on the screen was Jiang Jiusheng's song, a gentle rock song that kept looping.

Her voice was trembling, and she deliberately imitated every word. After the song, her palms were covered in cold sweat, and the box suddenly became silent.

Chang Ming did not raise his head: "Continue." He looked at the wine in the glass, his voice suddenly became cold, "Sing for me until you feel like it."

Han Miao nodded and sang with a trembling voice until it became hoarse.

Chang Ming lowered his eyebrows and was lost in thought.

Su Fu came to see him the day before the court session. What an incredible woman, even if she is locked up in prison, she still has endless tricks.

"Help me," she said at the time.

It's concise and to the point, yet it's sure to win.

He was curious as to why this woman was so sure that he could get in. Through the window, he stood outside the cell: "What can I help you with?"

Su Fu said: "Kill Jiang Jiusheng."

Before he died, he had to find a good burial companion. As expected, he was a person raised by the Su family. He was a person who climbed out of the Golden Triangle. He was not afraid of death and was ruthless enough.

Chang Ming smiled: "You think too highly of me."

"You can appear in front of me, doesn't it mean that on the contrary, I underestimated you before." She made a desperate move and said, "If we cooperate for the last time, if things go well, I will take your secret into the coffin."

His eyes were slightly interested: "My secret?"

It's true that they have a cooperative relationship, but that's it.

Su Fu stood in the empty cell, wearing a dark blue prison uniform: "Didn't the three pounds of nails on the Qin family's ruined ship go into your pocket? Master Teng."

Shi Jin protected Jiang Jiusheng so well that she couldn't touch him. Probably, only this man who hid the deepest secrets could play tricks with Shi Jin.

Chang Ming smiled.

This woman is so smart that it's annoying.

It was sunny on Wednesday. There were many patients in Tianbei Hospital today. There was a series of car accidents on the elevated highway, and the whole hospital was busy.

The emergency room got a break at three in the afternoon.

Nurse Jiang rubbed her neck, and then she remembered the patient she had brought over at noon, and asked the older woman next to her: "Head nurse, has anyone been rescued?"

The head nurse shook her head.

It's a pity that he is still so young, Nurse Jiang couldn't help but sigh.

The head nurse asked again: "Are her family members here?"

Nurse Jiang said, "Not yet. I'm already rushing here. I'll arrive tomorrow night at the soonest."

The head nurse thought about it for a while, with a heavy expression on her face: "You push the body to the morgue first, and then call the police."

Nurse Jiang was puzzled: "Why call the police?"

"There are finger marks on the face. Doctor Zhou said it was probably homicide."

"Homicide?" Nurse Jiang found it unbelievable, "It's really pitiful, one body and two lives, and the child in her belly has just become pregnant." Nurse Jiang sighed, feeling very moved, "I was watching her last night Where are the movies? There are no people left today, and things are unpredictable."

"Who says it isn't?"

Nurse Jiang sighed and went back to arrange the corpse. When she turned around, she saw Dr. Shi from the Department of Cardiac Surgery and quickly said hello: "Dr. Shi."

Shi Jin was answering the phone and nodded.

Because of a series of car accidents, he underwent surgery for a day. He could always smell a faint smell of blood, frowned, and continued to talk on the phone.

"Well, the operation is over."

Jiang Jiusheng asked: "Did it go well?"

"It went very well." Shi Jin nodded to the person at the nurse's station. After greeting him, he walked to the cardiac surgery department and asked Jiang Jiusheng, "How are you today? Did the baby bother you?"

Jiang Jiusheng was in a good mood and said in a light tone: "No, that sour radish was very useful. I didn't vomit even once today."

Shi Jin chuckled, lowered his head, and leaned against the wall to avoid the crowd: "I'll make it for you tonight."

"good."

When she arrived at the office, Shi Jin took off her bloody clothes and put on a shirt: "I'll pick you up later."

There were many car accident patients in Tianbei Hospital today. Jiang Jiusheng also knew this, so he said, "If you're busy, you don't have to come over. I'll go back by myself."

Shi Jin agreed and told him to drive slowly and not stay too far away from the bodyguard.

She laughed and said she had never seen those 'bodyguards'.

After Shi Jin hung up the phone, Huo Yining called.

"Hello."

Huo Yining said: "Su Fu wants to see you."

Shi Jin said calmly: "No."

Knowing this was the result, Huo Yining said: "She said she has a secret to tell you about your medicine."

In the evening, something minor happened at Tianbei Hospital.

"Head nurse!"

"Head nurse!"

Nurse Jiang rushed to the nurse station in a hurry, sweating profusely and shouted: "Head nurse!"

The head nurse stopped what she was doing: "What's wrong?"

"The body," Nurse Jiang gasped, her face flushed with anxiety, "the body is gone!"

The head nurse quickly came out of the nurse's station and asked as she walked out: "Don't worry, tell me clearly, which body is it?"

Nurse Jiang was out of breath and took a deep breath: "That actor, the one who killed two people."

The sun is about to set, and half of the sky is dyed red by the sunset.

In the courtyard of the Xu family villa, there was a tapping sound. It was Xu Qingbo who was nailing the house for the family's orange cat Dahuang. Because Jiang Jiusheng was pregnant, the old man said that Dahuang was not allowed to enter the house in the future, so he sent Xu Qingbo to do hard labor. Let him out of the entire cat house.

There was a rocking chair in the yard. Mr. Xu was lying on the rocking chair, drinking tea, eating halva, and leisurely directing Xu Qingbo to work. From time to time, he would shout twice: "You haven't eaten yet, please work harder." "

Xu Qingbo wiped the sweat from his head and hammered the wood: "Grandpa, you want me to go home early, just because you want me to build a house for the cat?"

The old man took it for granted: "Otherwise, why would I ask you to come back?"

Xu Qingbo was amused: "Grandpa, you picked me up, right?"

Mr. Xu looked disgusted: "If you had picked it up, I would have thrown it away long ago."

"..."

This old man has been taking pleasure in antagonizing him recently.

Xu Qingbo shook his head, feeling that things were not going well recently.

The old man was rocking the rocking chair and drinking tea, urging like a landlord: "Don't wait any longer, it's getting dark. If the house isn't ready, you can sleep here at night, and Dahuang will sleep in your room."

Xu Qingbo grunted in dissatisfaction and had no choice but to continue beating the old naughty boy.

Qin Zuo came out of the living room and walked over: "Let me help you."

Children of the world should be willing to help others.

Xu Qingbo's hand happened to be sore, so he gave her the hammer, rubbed his arm and said, "Don't use too much force, this board is very brittle."

Although this girl is small, she has good physical strength and strength, and she can easily work.

Qin Zuo took the hammer and said, "Oh." Use less force.

She raised her hand lightly and hammered it down... Then, the board shattered into pieces.

Xu Qingbo: "..."

There was only one nail missing, but now it's gone. She knocked the nail into the ground with her hammer. He looked at the broken boards on the ground and felt an unusual pain in his head. It was from a little girl. He couldn't scold him, and he was heartbroken. : "I told you not to use too much force."

Qin Zuo was innocent: "I'm already very light." She used only 10% of her strength.

Xu Qingbo: "..."

I knew she was strong, but how could I know she was so strong!

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Ps: Generally speaking, there are very few male guards in women’s prisons, and even if there are, they are not on the front line of supervision. If their work requires contact with female inmates, they will be accompanied by female officers. It is extremely difficult for male prison guards to get into trouble. .

This is slightly fictitious, please know that don’t be led astray by Mr. Gu, she is a very bad person~