My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Shi Jin turned around, his eyes red with blood: "You want to lie down together too?"

Qin Zhong was speechless.

He looked at the door and was so anxious: Why haven't you come yet?

Shi Jin squatted down.

Yu Hai turned pale with fright: "Don't come over, don't come over..."

He pulled his gloves up a little, pressed Yu Hai's shoulders, flicked the needle of the syringe with his fingertips, put on the mask, and looked at Yu Hai's arms with bulging veins.

"No--"

With a bang, the door was suddenly kicked open.

"Shi Jin!"

It was Huo Yining, with a livid face, and slammed the door.

Qin Zhong immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The heart that had just been put into his stomach was mentioned again because he and Shi Jin looked at each other. He informed him that the next person to be dissected... silently retreated to the door and lowered his head. Look at the ground.

"What are you doing?" Huo Yining glanced at the scalpel on the table and the syringe in Shi Jin's hand, "Are you crazy?"

"Well, I'm crazy." He pressed Yu Hai's veins with his fingertips through his gloves without looking back, "So, stay away and don't interfere in my affairs."

Yu Hai was so frightened that he couldn't move.

The needle of the syringe had punctured his skin.

Huo Yining didn't have time to think, so he pulled out the gun on his waist, pointed it at Shi Jin, and roared: "Calm down the hell!"

He turned around and glanced at the muzzle of the gun coldly without blinking: "I can't calm down."

"Then you have to calm down!"

Yu Hai shouted.

Shi Jin had already injected anesthetic into his blood vessels.

Huo Yining: "..."

Oh shit!

Shi Jin stood up and the gun was pointed right at his heart. He turned a blind eye and pushed the pistol away with one finger. He reached out and picked up the round-head scalpel on the table.

Huo Yining grabbed his hand.

Shi Jin raised his head: "Get lost."

grass!

Think he has no temper?

Huo Yining kicked over the medical box, and the scalpel rolled all over the floor: "The autopsy report hasn't come out yet, you can't wait for these days? Have you never thought that the body is not Jiang Jiusheng? You killed and set fire to relieve your hatred. , but what will you do when she comes back? Will you go to jail? Let her be a widow for you?" He couldn't bear it anymore and scolded, "Damn it, take medicine when you are sick, can you fucking wake up?"

Shi Jin was startled for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the scalpel that rolled on the ground.

Huo Yining bumped his shoulder with the muzzle of his gun: "If you do this again, I'll kill you first."

He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He should have listened, or it would work if Jiang Jiusheng was moved out. Huo Yining breathed a sigh of relief, put away the gun, took an apple from the dining table, and put it on the coffee table: "I can't bear it anymore, so I'll dissect this."

Shi Jin glanced at the apple, then sat directly on the ground, holding a hemostat in his left hand and a scalpel in his right hand. Starting from the middle, he cut it open, and then silently started cutting it one by one.

Yu Hai had fainted from fright.

Huo Yining looked at the apple. It was cut open, the core was taken out, and then sewn back together. His hair stood up. It was so damn creepy.

This madman!

Shi Jin was not the only one who went crazy.

Yuwen Ting arrived home at noon. In the empty villa, only the nanny Liu Ma was cleaning downstairs. When she saw Yuwen Ting, she hurriedly threw down the rag.

"Miss, you are finally back." Mother Liu breathed a sigh of relief obviously.

Yuwen didn't even change his shoes. He went into the house and took off his mask and hat: "Where's my brother?"

"In the room." Liu Ma said, "He has been drinking all day and night. Please persuade him quickly."

Yuwen listened and went upstairs.

When she opened the door, she smelled heavily of alcohol. The sunshade curtains in the room were closed tightly, and the lights were not turned on. No light came in. It was dim. She glanced at the bed, but there was no one there.

Turning on the light, she walked in and kicked the wine bottle, which made a clang sound. When she lowered her head, she saw the empty wine bottle swaying around and a person lying on his side on the ground.

Her brother, lying there, curled up.

Yu Wenting walked over and squatted down: "Brother."

She called out, but Yuwen charged and there was no response.

She pushed him again: "Brother."

He opened his eyes drowsily: "Huh?"

His pupils were all bloodshot, his face was bloodless, too white, even so transparent that you could see light cyan blood vessels, his hair was messy, there was stubble on his chin, and the shirt he was wearing was wrinkled and he didn't know when it was. of.

"I'll help you up." She went to hold his hand, only to find that his body was cold.

He was still lying on his side, not moving, and struggled to open his eyes: "Do you want to listen?"

Yu Wenting knelt on the ground, grabbed his hand and covered it with him: "Well, it's me."

He got up and knocked over the wine bottle on the ground. He seemed to wake up suddenly. He went to pick up the bottle and saw that there was only a little left at the bottom of the bottle. He sealed it with a cork and put it in the cabinet before asking Yuwen: "Why are you back?"

His hands were still cold, so Yuwen Ting pulled off the quilt on the bed and covered him with a muffled voice: "If I don't come back, you will drink yourself to death."

He shook his head: "I'm fine. The wine was given by Shengsheng. The alcohol content is very low, so it's not intoxicating."

He had known Jiang Jiusheng for almost five years. In the past five years, she had given him a total of fourteen bottles of wine, including eleven bottles that Xie Dang secretly opened.

He finished the drink and was still not tipsy at all.

Next time, don’t go for such a low level.

Yuwen Ting remained silent for a long time, then asked him: "Is it difficult?"

It’s so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that I’m going to die.

"Listen."

"Um."

"They said," he lowered his head, his messy hair covering his eyebrows and casting a large shadow on his face, "that Jiang Jiusheng is gone."

Yuwen Ting's eyes suddenly turned red.

He raised his head, his eyes were quiet, and he said, "She is gone." He did not cry or shout, but his eyes were empty, and he said, "What should I do?"

Yuwen Ting opened his mouth, but no words came out.

She didn't know what to say, she was afraid that her brother would cry, and she was also afraid that her brother wouldn't cry.

He sat for a while, then pushed the wine bottle away, lay down again, and shrank into the quilt. His voice was vague, as if he was dreaming, and his consciousness was confused.

"I gave her baby a longevity lock, but I haven't given it to her yet." He looked at Yuwen Listen, his pupils dim, "I put it in the bedside drawer. I'll take a nap and listen." , help me give it to her."

He closed his eyes, and the tears from the corners of his eyes fell on the carpet.

"Okay, I'll give it to her for you." She covered him with a quilt and stood by him.

Her brother, destiny, please be kind to him and bless his beloved girl with health and success.

The news of Jiang Jiusheng's accident was kept secret.

It was during this period that Han Miao, a newcomer from Qin Entertainment, made her debut. Her first variety show was a music show with high ratings. She used one song to make the entire entertainment industry remember her.

On the same day, the online drama she starred in was launched on the entire network.

There is no doubt that Han Miao is the fastest-growing female artist in the entertainment industry in recent decades. Because of her singing voice and her appearance, she was nicknamed Little Sheng Ye as soon as she debuted.

A reporter asked Mo Bing what he thought of this little Mr. Sheng.

Mo Bing didn't have any special emotions, so he just said: "There is only one Jiang Jiusheng in the entertainment industry."

The reporter asked Jiang Jiusheng again about his current situation.

Mo Bing didn't reveal a word. She continued to work as usual, and was active in the circle with her artists as usual, and never mentioned anything about Jiang Jiusheng.

Only Lin Anzhi knew how addicted she was to smoking these past two days.

"Stop smoking."

She stood by the bathroom window, holding a cigarette in her hand: "The autopsy report won't be out until the day after tomorrow." She took a puff, blew out the smoke ring, and said, "It's too difficult."

You have to pretend that nothing is wrong and don't let any news leak out.

Mo Bing shook the cigarette ashes: "I'm afraid the results will come out." Afraid that the last trace of illusion will be completely shattered.

Lin Anzhi walked over, took her cigarette away, threw it in the toilet, flushed it with boiling water, and hugged her from behind: "When did you learn to smoke?"

She never smoked before.

She said: "The time when I broke up with you."

She used to say that Jiang Jiusheng smoked. After trying it, she discovered that cigarettes were really addictive. The harder they smoked, the stronger the addiction became. Just as Jiang Jiusheng quit, she got addicted again.

Lin Anzhi's eyes darkened: "Do you want to quit?"

"I don't want to do it for the moment." Especially recently, she was so flustered that she wanted to ejaculate even more. If she didn't ejaculate, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold it back, that she wouldn't be able to pretend in front of outsiders, and that she would cry when she thought of Jiang Jiusheng.

Lin Anzhi didn't say a word to dissuade him: "Then I can only smoke with you."

Mo Bing turned around: "'Minors' can't smoke."

He pecked her on the lips: "I have done many things that minors cannot do, but not more than this."

She said nothing and buried her head on his shoulder.

Fortunately, she was not alone during the most difficult time.

Han Miao debuted, and the popularity of the Internet continued to rise. The number one hot search was [Jiang Jiusheng Han Miao]. No one deliberately tied them together, but these two people were tied together. In this regard, netizens have mixed opinions. Jiang Jiusheng’s fans collectively There are many people who are boycotting and watching the excitement, and of course there are also anti-fans.

It’s too difficult to come up with a satisfactory name: “It’s so natural, where did it get done? Please introduce me. @Han Miao V”

Grilled fat beef with cumin on iron plate: "Are these Jiang Jiusheng's twin sisters? @Jiang Jiusheng V @Han Miao V"

Two buckets of instant noodles and one ham are just right: "Copycats are just copycats. Typhoon's singing skills are not on the same level as our Master Sheng, okay? Who gives the face to Master Sheng?"

Tiantianai eliminates the reply @Two buckets of instant noodles and one ham are just enough: "Given by the plastic surgeon."

I'll give you all my little flowers: "Let's talk about the matter, this little Sheng is more down-to-earth, while Jiang Jiusheng's attitude is too high."

My idol is Jiang Jiusheng, so I replied @and gave you all my little flowers: "Is it a down-to-earth drama if you shoot a web drama with a tongue kiss in the first episode? I'm really sorry, our Mr. Sheng is a movie Ka, what about the height? Do you need to adjust it?"

Fairies love to eat durian and cheese: "Maybe I'm a fake fan, I can't tell the difference."

Sao Nian at Exit 28: "Fake fans +1."

"..."

There was a lot of discussion online, and a large number of fans and passers-by went to Jiang Jiusheng's Weibo to watch. However, neither Jiang Jiusheng nor the studio expressed their stance. There was no movement, not even a post on Weibo. There are various speculations on the Internet, and some gossip bloggers even posted videos saying that Jiang Jiusheng died in a car accident.

Mianzhou is in the north, it's already April, and it's still freezing cold.

The Teng family is located in the suburbs. It occupies a large area. It is an ancient house with four entrances and four exits. The small bridges and flowing water are antique, without any modern style, and full of ancient charm.

The east chamber is the residence of the second young master. The second young master prefers jade, so various carved jade ornaments can be seen everywhere. In front of the bed, a pair of jade-faced folding fans, which are the finest imperial green, are inlaid.

The gauze curtain fell on the ancient bed, the tassels were blown up by the wind, and the person on the bed slowly woke up.

A slightly rough hand opened the bed curtain: "Miss Xu is awake."

The person on the bed covered his eyes with his hands.

The servant serving in front of the bed was a woman in her forties. Others called her Sister Yun Xi. She always had a serious look on her face. Even in such a cold weather, she was still wearing a neat and thin black formal suit. She ordered: "Go and call the second young master. .”

The girl at the door said yes.

The second young master is kneeling in the ancestral hall, and the head of the family, Mr. Teng Xiaoyun, is also sitting on the throne and drinking tea.

The girl was a domestic slave of the Teng family. She looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. She stood at the door of the ancestral hall in a polite manner, not daring to go in and say, "Master."

Mr. Teng asked: "What's the matter?"

The girl hesitated: "Xu, Xu,"

The second young master, who was kneeling on the futon, turned around and said, "Is she awake?"

The second young master, Teng Ming, was born to Mr. Teng's stepmother. The wife was white, and the second young master's eyes resembled his mother's. However, the wife left when the second young master was five years old.

The girl nodded and said yes.

Teng Ming stood up from the futon.

"Did I let you get up?"

Teng Xiaoyun has passed his sixties, and his eyes are strong and sharp. He is a very stern and rigid person. Of course, he is not like ordinary people. His sternness is to use knives and guns to control the family.

Teng Ming looked at his father, who was wearing a moon-white gown: "I'll go see her first, and then you'll punish me."

After saying that, he left.

Teng Xiaoyun took off the lid of the tea and said with a gloomy expression, "He also started to disobey me."

At the side entrance of the ancestral hall, a man was sitting in a wheelchair. Like Chang Ming, he was also wearing a long gown. He looked handsome and had a sickly white complexion. His legs were covered with a black blanket and he smiled thinly: "Father, you can also fight." Break A Ming’s leg?”

Teng Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly darkened.

The outside world thinks that the Teng family has only one young master, but this is not the case. There is also an eldest young master in the Teng family, who became ill at the age of seven, named Teng Ying.

In the east chamber, the second young master is here.

The servants retreated to both sides: "Second Young Master."

"Everyone get out."

Yun Xi, the butler in the east chamber, led several servants out of the room and closed the door.

Teng Ming sat on the bedside and saw that her face looked much better. He was not wearing glasses and his pupils were faint green. Different from his usual suits and ties, he looked more elegant in a long gown.

"Have you eaten anything?" he asked her.

"Can't eat." She leaned against the bed, wearing a thick cotton coat, which was incompatible with this antique house, "How long have I slept?"

"one day one Night."

She lowered her head and looked at the back of her hand. There were purple pinholes. She must have received glucose infusion and she was not hungry. She put her hand into the quilt and covered her slightly bulging belly.

She asked him, her eyes were dull and showed no emotion, only confusion: "Teng Ming, why is there surveillance in the room?"

He said: "Because you are sick, I am worried."

Oh, she's sick.

Teng Ming said that she suffered from depression, so she underwent hypnotherapy.

He said that her name was Xu Shengsheng, that she was his patient and his fiancée.

She lay down and said, "I want to eat pickled radish and porridge."

"Okay, I'll have someone make it for you." Teng Ming helped her tuck in the quilt and went out to call Yun Xi to come in and wait for her.

The person on the bed raised his hand and lowered the bed curtain.

There are too many surveillances and it is difficult to escape. Shi Jin, you have to be good and wait for me for a few days.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

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I disappoint you, I didn’t write about amnesia, hahahahahahahahaha, I haven’t followed the ordinary path for many years.