My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

"Dad, grandpa," Rong Tang hurried over to help, "Why are you here?"

Two old men, the little old man is Rong Tang's father, and the eldest man is Rong Tang's grandfather. Together, they are more than 150 years old.

The old man is almost ninety years old. He is very strong and healthy. He doesn’t even need crutches and walks very fast: “What do you think?”

Zi said that it was Rong Li's name when he was young, and he changed his name to Rong Li after he was three years old. However, Zi said that this name was given by a master for divination. The old man was a bit superstitious, so he never changed his name.

The Rong family has been passed down to four generations alone, and the old man only got a grandson like Rong Li when he was in his sixties or seventies. Even thinking about it would make his heart melt.

"In the ward." Rong Tang said, "It's nothing serious. I will be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon."

Although it wasn't a big deal, in the eyes of the old man, it was a big deal that his grandson was in the hospital. He was so angry that his white beard stood up: "The boy from the Lu family said that our son was beaten by someone." Tai. This is unreasonable, "Who? Who beat him?!" He actually dared to beat his grandson!

Rong Tang was afraid that the old man's blood pressure would rise, so he quickly explained: "Grandpa, it was Sixth Brother's sweetheart who beat him."

Mr. Rong was surprised: "What? Sweetheart?!"

Before Rong Tang could speak, her father spoke: "Whose girl is she from? What does she do? How is her character?"

Rong Zhouqing is in his sixties. He wears a straight military uniform. He has been a soldier for most of his life. His every move and gesture exudes a sense of uprightness and rigidity. His face is drawn all year round and he looks serious. He has a quiet temperament. Li lost his mother not long after Li was born. Rong Zhouqing was the most fond of this son. Although he was always stern, he always loved his son in his heart.

Rong Tang knew everything and said: "She is a female firefighter, I don't know whose family she belongs to."

The old man smiled so hard that his gums were exposed and praised the firefighters.

Rong Zhouqing thought for a while and said, "Let people from the fire brigade come to our house tomorrow." He wanted to ask how the girl's character was. Nothing else mattered. As long as Rong Li liked her, her character must be good.

Rong Tang said yes.

Rong Li is already twenty-eight years old. Let alone a girlfriend, he has not even had a member of the opposite sex around him for so many years. He has grown up with flowers all over the place. He is the only one who lives like a monk. The old man and Rong Zhouqing have always been together. I was worried about his sexual orientation, but I was relieved now.

The Rong family entered the ward.

"Tell me," the old man said, running towards the hospital bed with a distressed look on his face, "Are you okay? Does it still hurt?"

Rong Li put down the book in his hand: "It's okay."

Rong Li has been like this since he was a child. He speaks in an ancient style and is not very close to people. He has gotten better in recent years. The older generation in the compound all like Rong Li and think he is calm and knowledgeable. Huo Changxun and Lu Things were different when Qidong's boys were young, and they often used old antiques to tease him. After all, no normal person could be like Rong Li, who was full of knowledge at the age of five and stopped sharing the table with his female family members at the age of seven.

The old man felt sorry for his grandson, and he felt that he had lost weight no matter how he looked at him: "Qing Zhou, tell me to peel an apple."

Rong Qingzhou: "..." He is his father!

Rong Li leaned his back on the pillow and sat upright: "No need to bother father."

The tone was very polite, not as polite as a father and son.

Rong Zhouqing was dissatisfied, frowned and put down his military cap: "Why don't you bother me? Change your speaking habits, just like an old antique."

He said a few words with a straight face, took the apple, and peeled it unskillfully.

The old man was not happy when his son mentioned his precious grandson. He glanced at him and then looked at Rong Li kindly: "I heard from Ah Tang that you have a girl you like."

Rong Liying: "Yeah."

The old man felt that his grandson's eyebrows and eyes had become much gentler. Sure enough, he still needed the nourishment of a woman, but——

"I heard from Lao Huo a few days ago that the girls around Chang Xun have changed again, and none of them have been brought home." The old man said insinuatingly, "Grandpa is old and doesn't recognize people very much anymore. Tell me, don’t imitate that little bastard Chang Xun.”

That little bastard from the Huo family has had so many girlfriends, but he has never brought one home, and has no plans to get married. Lao Huo urged him several times, but the little bastard said that women are too troublesome and he will not marry her. Ancestors, you should be your ancestors.

At that time, Lao Huo whipped the belt.

Rong Li and Huo Changxun grew up close, and Mr. Rong was afraid that his grandson would imitate that little bastard Huo Changxun and engage in male-female relations outside.

Rong Li said concisely and to the point: "This is the one for me."

After all, it is the fourth generation of the Rong family.

The old man was very pleased: "That's good, that's good." He couldn't wait, "When will I take it home to grandpa to see?"

Over there, Rong Zhouqing, who was peeling apples, also pricked up his ears.

When talking about this issue, Rong Li frowned: "She is not my girlfriend yet."

The man who is usually so cold and desolate, when talking about his sweetheart, his expression becomes much more lively. The old man has mixed emotions. He is happy that his grandson is finally enjoying the world, but he is worried that he is a little jealous. This is not important. The important thing is: "Then you You have to work harder, grandpa is getting old, and the little great-grandson..." The old man made a melancholy gesture, "I don't know if I will get it if I wait."

The old man, half of his body has been buried in the soil, looks forward to having his children and grandchildren around his knees.

After the Rong family left, the little bastard from the Huo family came.

Huo Changxun pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Rong Li with interest: "Dongzi said that you have fallen in love with a girl."

Rong Li was noncommittal.

Huo Changxun was curious: "Is it the one you have been looking for?" He originally wanted to ask if it was the 'Ying Chen' tattooed on his heart, but thinking that the Lin family also had a 'Ying Chen', he changed his mind.

Rong Li held a document in his hand, flipped through it carefully, and said, "Yes."

Sure enough, it fell into the hands of a woman.

Huo Changxun smiled: "Then why are you still lying here?" Shouldn't you be lying on the girl's bed?

Well, he only cares about his kidneys and not his heart.

Rong Li paused while flipping through the information: "She doesn't recognize me."

Tsk.

It's only been a day, and the originally cold and indifferent guy has all the joys, sorrows and joys.

Huo Changxun teased: "That's troublesome. After all, not everyone believes in past and present lives." He looked playful, but said a little seriously, "You have to start over."

Rong Li put the information aside: "How to pursue her?" He added, "You have had many women."

Huo Changxun rested his chin in thought in a serious manner, and gave him some advice in a lazy tone: "Give him money to buy a bag, or else," he looked at his face and smiled with evil intentions, "Let's talk about it after we go to bed. "

Damn thing.

Rong Li cherished his words like gold: "You can go out now."

Huo Changxun smiled and cursed, got up and left. As soon as he arrived at the elevator, he looked up casually and saw the corner of a white skirt passing by in the stairwell opposite.

Ah.

I like wearing white skirts so much.

He pushed his cheek, put his hands in his pockets, and followed. The girl went to the rooftop and squatted there weeping. She hugged her knees and cried silently until her eyes were red.

Huo Changxun only felt that the evil wind was causing trouble. It blew up the girl's skirt, but only lifted up a corner, and her white ankles were looming.

What a dazzle! I want to tear her apart!

He leaned against the door and watched, lighting two cigarettes. After smoking, he lost his patience: "Have you cried enough?"

The squatting man hugging his knees was startled by the unexpected voice. He turned around suddenly and had no time to wipe away his tears. His red eyes were watery, like a frightened rabbit: "How long have you been here? ?”

He put out the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it into the trash can: "Not long after, I smoked two cigarettes." He raised his eyelids and looked at the red eyes, "Why are you crying again this time?"

The first time he saw her, she cried so much that he wanted to bully her.

She wiped her eyes carelessly with her sleeves, and her eyes turned red even more intensely. She looked pitiful, biased, and stubborn: "This is my private matter."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and left. The hem of her skirt brought up a gust of wind, and there was a faint fragrance of gardenia in the wind.

Huo Changxun raised his slender legs and blocked the way to the door. She glared at him like an angry rabbit.

This makes people want to bully even more.

"Ji Lingran," Huo Changxun smiled half-heartedly, "Do you want to follow me?"

The rabbit immediately became anxious.

Her eyes widened: "You-" She obviously didn't know how to curse, and her face turned red with anger, "You are shameless!"

Ah.

This rabbit won't bite even if it's anxious.

So damn pure, I want to do it.

Huo Changxun was amused by the angry little girl. He put down his legs, took a business card from his pocket and stuffed it into the red-faced girl's collar: "This is a private number."

Ji Lingran only heard people talk about Huo Changxun when she was playing the kite at home. She knew that he was a complete libertine. She was disgusted and was so angry that she couldn't speak. She tore up the business card without thinking of the curse words, and then He cursed shamelessly and ran away.

Huo Changxun laughed softly from behind, touched the cigarette case, and lit another cigarette. Rong's family was always afraid that he would lead Rong Li into trouble, but they didn't know that it was Rong Li who led them all to smoke and drink.

At night, the wind picked up, and the late spring moonlight was still a bit cool. At eleven o'clock, the lights of thousands of houses were dimmed. Outside the main entrance of the community, a car parked with the window open and a hand stretched out. He held a cigarette between his middle and index fingers, a wisp of white smoke, burning quietly.

The slender fingers tapped the cigarette butt, shook off the ashes, then reached in and drove the car. Rong Li walked down, put out the cigarette between his fingers, and then took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello."

It was late at night and the sound was a bit lazy.

Rong Li listened.

"Hey." Xiao Jinghe called out again when he received no response.

He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from having just finished smoking: "I am Rong Li."

There was silence on the phone for a moment.

She asked: "Did you investigate me?" Otherwise, where did the number come from?

Rong Li said, "Yeah, I checked." He checked her phone number, address, place of work, and even her ID card. "I just want to contact you."

He was just afraid of losing her again.

Xiao Jinghe didn't pursue it, but asked him uncertainly: "Have you known me before?" She paused for a while, "In the elevator, you called my name."

He called her Ahe.

Except for the people closest to her, no one calls her that.

He was silent for a moment and said, "I don't know him. I heard it by chance."

There are so many accidents.

General Dingxi in "The Empress" also calls Ahe.

"Are you the original author of "Empress"?" She knew that the author of "Empress" was named Rong Li.

His voice was low and deep: "Yeah."

Sure enough, the ‘Rong Li’ at the book signing was not the author, this Rong Li was. No wonder he called her Ah He, he begged her not to go to the northwest, and he looked at her with eyes that were obsessed with her.

Xiao Jinghe spoke in a somewhat alienated tone: "Mr. Rong, I don't know how much you authors invest in a work, but I am not the Ahe in your book."

She thought that he was probably still in the book and couldn't get out. Just like her, she would also dream every night, dreaming of soldiers approaching the city, and dreaming of Emperor Yan Hong crying on the city wall and calling Ahe. It just so happened that her name was also Ahe. He, maybe the author just found the shadow of his love in her.

Rong Li denied it quickly: "That's not the case."

In this life, he didn't know how to tell her, who would believe her.

"Can I," he said in a very low tone, "can we meet? I'm downstairs at your house."

She didn't hesitate: "It's very late, it's inconvenient." Then she hung up the phone.

However……

Pa, I slapped myself in the face.

In less than five minutes, she stood at the gate of the community holding a black bag.

Rong Li subconsciously hid the cigarette behind his hand: "Ah He."

She shook the black bag in her hand: "I just came down to throw away the garbage." She walked out of the community and threw the bag in the large trash can outside.

In fact, there was a large trash can on every floor. She didn't know why she had to go to the sixth floor, and there was only a half-applied facial mask in the trash bag. She didn't know why she ran down there without even washing the mask. .

Rong Li looked at her and smiled while standing under the street lamp.

Her face was still wet and she was very embarrassed: "Why are you laughing?"

There was a joyful smile in his eyes, and his eyes were gentler than the moon: "I am very happy."

Xiao Jinghe felt that he was laughing at her.

She looked away from him and looked at the trash can.

He threw the cigarette in his hand into the trash can, walked up to her, bent down and looked at her, his eyes carefully, like a hot net, tightly locking her shadow inside.

He was still smiling, with the corners of his lips curved: "Ah He, I'm very happy."

She felt uncomfortable being entangled in his gaze and couldn't avoid it. She simply lowered her head and said, "I'm going up." After saying that, she turned around and left without looking at anyone.

Rong Li grabbed her.

She turned around and looked at the hand holding hers. It was a very clean, cool white color with neatly manicured nails.

Before he let go, he asked in a low voice: "Can I call you often in the future?"

She struggled a little but didn't pull away, and subconsciously licked her lips: "It's up to you."

The corners of his mouth curved a little more, and his eyes brightened: "Then can I come to you?"

Xiao Jinghe didn't think much: "No."

The light in Rong Li's eyes began to dim, and his lips pursed.

She quickly added her reasoning: “I work irregular hours.”

She didn't know what she was talking about, but she thought his smile was really charming. He smiled and said, "I know, I will call you before I come."

Her maternal grandfather was a master of calligraphy and painting, and she had seen many excellent paintings, including landscapes and beauties, but no ink painting could match this one's facial features, beautiful skin and even more beautiful bones.

After a long time, she said "hmm" and agreed.

She stood with her head lowered for a while. The mask that had not been washed off her face had dried. Her face was a little uncomfortable and especially hot: "I'm going up."

Rong Li let go of his hand: "Okay."

She glanced at him through the light of the street lamp and then turned around.

Forget it, she recognized the shadow of General Dingxi, so why should she know everything clearly? Didn't she also go downstairs to see him in a daze? Perhaps, like him, she was looking for the shadow of love in each other. The silhouette that haunted her was, coincidentally, the look of Rong Li, and the eyes that made her burst into tears after looking at them, coincidentally, It’s also Rong Li’s eyes.

When she reached the bottom of the building, she still couldn't help it. She looked back and saw that Rong Li was still standing there. When his eyes met, she immediately moved away and ran quickly into the first floor.

While waiting for the elevator, she met her neighbor on the same floor.

His name is Jiang Pei, he is in his early thirties, has a gentle temperament, and is a best-selling author. Because he doesn't go out much, his skin is unusually fair. He first said hello: "Miss Xiao, are you not asleep yet?"

"I came down to throw out the trash." Out of politeness, Xiao Jinghe asked back, "Mr. Jiang throws out the trash too?"

Jiang Pei shook his head: "I got stuck writing a book, so I came down here to find some inspiration." He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled gently, "If you don't mind, you can just call me by my name."

She said nothing and waited for the elevator quietly.

Jiang Pei's books are very popular, and the extent of their popularity has been reported in the news. There have been two cases of crimes imitating Jiang Pei's books.

Of course, there are disadvantages and advantages. The analysis of criminal psychology in Jiang Pei's book has a great guiding effect on the police's detection of cases, because Jiang Pei's major before becoming a writer was criminal psychology.

Xiao Jinghe had watched Jiang Pei's interview, and when she was getting takeout one day, she realized, oh, she turned out to be a neighbor.

After getting off the elevator, the lights in the corridor dimmed without warning.

"The lights are out again."

It was dim and she couldn't see Jiang Pei's face clearly, but she could only hear him complaining.

She took out her mobile phone for lighting. Perhaps because she was in the dark environment, she suddenly thought of the book Jiang Pei had recently serialized, called "Sin".

"I've been following your books," she said.

Jiang Pei smiled: "It's my pleasure."

The apartment she rented was in front of Jiang Pei. Before entering the house, she took a photo with her phone and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

Jiang Pei narrowed his eyes: "Okay."

"Why did Mrs. Wang kill Qiao Ping?"

Mrs. Wang is the protagonist of "Sin", a serial killer.

Jiang Pei said in an understatement: "Because Mrs. Wang has an antisocial personality disorder."

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There was a bug in yesterday's chapter. Ning was also removed as a friend. He Liangqing doesn't need to agree, I'll fix it~