My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

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The melodious English song sounded without warning.

Xiao Jinghe looked up blankly. The red wine glass on the table was upside down, and the bright red wine fell on the carpet drop by drop.

"Inawhilemyflower, somewhereinadeserthaze..."

She stared blankly, the light of the mobile phone screen was cold and white, and the tunes of English songs were wandering and playing endlessly. She stood up with her knees, her legs were a little weak, staggered slightly and walked over, picking up the phone with trembling hands. Got the phone.

"Hello."

There is no sound over there.

Her hands on the table were shaking violently, and her fingers touched the cold red wine: "Who are you? Speak."

No one spoke, there was only whistling on the other end of the phone, playing the tune of the English song, intermittently. Her legs went weak and the phone fell on the carpet. The sound in the receiver disappeared for a moment, and then gradually... gradually Yes, the sound of the whistle is getting louder and clearer.

She suddenly turned around and hit her with a wooden stick as thick as her arm——

"Rong Li!"

She opened her eyes suddenly, and the dazzling light came in without warning. After a brief moment of sluggishness, the white top of the wall reflected in her eyes was dispelled by a silhouette.

"I'm here." It was Rong Li. His eyes were locked in hers, very close, and he was calling her, "Ah He."

"Rong Li..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was completely hoarse from the smoke.

Rong Li leaned over and took her into his arms: "I'm here, I'm here."

"Rong Li," her eyes were red, with panic and overwhelmed fear. She grabbed his clothes and held on hard, "it's him."

He kept patting her back and comforting her: "Who?"

She didn't say who it was. She sat up from the hospital bed, her face pale and bloodless.

"Rong Li, do you know why I became a firefighter?"

He looked at her.

She lifted up her clothes, held his hand and placed it on her right waist and abdomen, where there was an uneven scar, nearly a finger long.

"The fire was huge, and I was the only survivor," she paused for a long time, "but the firefighter who rescued me died. He was only twenty-four years old that year, so young."

"When he took off the protective clothing to me, he also told me that firefighters are not afraid of fire." She smiled, her eyes bent, and tears came out, "Why are you not afraid? It hurts just like being burned. "

He said nothing, kissed the tears on her face, and gently stroked the scar on her abdomen with his fingertips.

I originally wanted to persuade her not to become a firefighter, but now I can't bear to persuade her.

She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes red: "I'm sorry Rong Li, I don't want you to be frightened, but...but my life was saved by others, I have to pay it back."

She held his hand and cried silently.

She didn't like to cry. He had only seen her cry three times before. The first time, her father, brother, and uncle all died in battle. As a young marshal of the Dingxi General's Mansion, she cried when the seal was awarded, in front of one hundred thousand Dingxi troops. . The second time, Hua Qing, the daughter of the prime minister, was carried into Prince Li's palace in a wedding sedan. He canceled the state ceremony and went to the northwest. He told her that he only wanted to please her and that he did not want Hua Qing. She cried at that time. It's impossible to hold him and ask for someone else. The third time, when the entire Liangzhou garrison was wiped out, he broke into the enemy camp single-handedly and fought a way out for her. She cried and called him crazy.

Every time she cried, he felt like he was going to die in her hands.

"Well, I understand." He hugged her and surrendered, "It doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want."

Ah He, I will never try to tie you down again.

If you live, I will live; if you die, I will die.

Just don't cry.

Early the next morning, people from the police station came over. Rong Li did not avoid it and sat beside the bed to accompany her.

"Is the lady from 501 still alive?"

Team Jiang from the criminal investigation team said: "I haven't regained consciousness yet, but it's not life-threatening."

Xiao Jinghe frowned: "I'm afraid the murderer will come back to kill and silence him."

"Our people will be on guard 24 hours a day, and so will you." The criminal investigation team has cooperated with the fire brigade many times. Captain Jiang is also familiar with Xiao Jinghe, and his tone is more casual, "How is your health? Can you give a confession?"

"able."

Team Jiang took out pen and paper.

Xiao Jinghe recalled for a moment: "When I entered, the resident of 501 had already fainted. He must have used drugs or something like that. The method was the same as in the previous case. The murderer painted the victim with red nail polish and put on a pair of gloves. The high-heeled shoes are much larger, and they are also red, and there are red wine glasses on the table.”

Rong Li frowned more and more.

"The murderer may remember me. I received his call at the scene." Xiao Jinghe added, "The ringtone is an English song."

Captain Jiang stopped writing for a moment: "What did he say?"

"The sirens were still blaring at the time, but I couldn't hear clearly. There must have been no words, only whistles, intermittently." She pursed her lips, sweat dripping from her forehead, "I thought of Ting Nan's arson case at that time. His mental state was very poor, he vaguely heard footsteps, and when he turned around, he was knocked unconscious."

Team Jiang asked: "Have you seen his appearance?"

Xiao Jinghe shook his head: "There was a lot of smoke and it was very blurry." She endured a headache and recalled, "He was wearing a long blue raincoat and a hood inside the hood."

The rest is just like the Tingnan arson case twelve years ago. It seems that I saw something and heard something, but when I recall it, there is only a vague outline, messy and unclear.

"The team invited experts in criminal psychology to analyze this case. The murderer targeted women, and his methods were brutal and he had specific criminal habits. The psychological experts concluded that he was most likely to have an antisocial personality. He committed seven consecutive arson cases. There is almost no evidence left. It is obvious that it is a crime of high intelligence. This kind of people are usually very good at disguise." Captain Jiang said solemnly, "We now suspect that the murderer has targeted you. Before he is caught, you must be careful. , our police will also follow you around the clock."

After the police left, Rong Li was silent for a long time.

"Ahe."

"Um."

He sighed and squatted in front of her hospital bed: "Move to my place?"

Xiao Jinghe thought for a while: "Okay."

At noon, Wen Zheng came over.

"How's your body?"

Rong Li went out in the morning and asked Rong Tang to guard him in the hospital. She answered the phone at the door. Xiao Jinghe was the only one in the ward: "Nothing happened."

Wen Zheng pulled up a chair and sat in a casual posture.

She said: "Thank you."

Wen Zheng must have just returned from the rescue, and he was still wearing the rescue team uniform: "Thank you for what?"

Xiao Jinghe smiled: "Thank you for carrying me out."

"I'm a firefighter, and I brought you here with me." He raised his top teeth, his handsome face was a little dark, and his tone was always a little wild, "Can I let you die under my nose?"

She smiled but said nothing.

Wen Zheng took a fruit knife and picked the biggest apple. He sat there and peeled the apple: "Don't go on missions recently. Take some rest."

He had a strong outline and muscles. He was peeling an apple. Xiao Jinghe found it a bit funny and said "Okay".

"I'll let Tianming take the two newcomers to your team first."

Tianming is the best firefighter in the fire brigade, other than Wen Zheng, so he feels relieved that the new guy can help him with Xiao Jinghe, so he says it will work.

Wen Zheng was silent for a while and then raised his head: "Your boyfriend." Halfway through, he fell silent again. The fruit knife in his hand tilted and he peeled off a large piece of fruit flesh.

Xiao Jinghe looked at him.

He lowered his head and continued peeling. His movements were extremely clumsy. He probably exerted too much force and failed to control it well. The apple peels flew everywhere, and only a few pieces fell into the trash can. After dozens of seconds, he finally He asked the second half of the sentence: "How are you getting along?"

Xiao Jinghe was a little surprised. Wen Zheng never asked about the personal affairs of his team members.

Her answer was simple and clear: "Very good."

"Okay." He licked his lips, stood up, and gave her the peeled apple, "Eat it, it's a bit ugly."

Xiao Jinghe glanced at the pitted apple, thanked him, and took it.

Wen Zheng habitually rubbed his lips with his fingertips, then squatted down and picked up all the apple peels on the ground into the trash can. Finally, he took out a wet wipe and wiped his hands.

She was always like this, polite and thoughtful, but at a distance.

His teammates said, why didn't he start earlier and let outsiders pick off the only flower in the fire brigade? That's because they didn't understand her. If she liked her even a little bit, she couldn't hide the light in her eyes, but he was in her eyes, No different from anyone else.

Her eyes are beautiful, as beautiful as the moon. When she looks at the person she likes, she is like a moon falling into a clear pond.

"You're back."

For example, the way she looks at Rong Li now.

Rong Li opened the door and came in.

Wen Zheng put down the fruit knife: "I'm going back to the team first."

He turned around and looked at Rong Li. Rong Li just nodded and said nothing. Wen Zheng put his hand in his pocket, waved his hand and left the ward without saying anything.

Wishful thinking was a one-man show, and now, he is about to take a curtain call.

After Wen Zheng left, Rong Li closed the door and walked to the hospital bed. Xiao Jinghe was chewing an apple. He asked, "Is it sweet?"

"Um."

Rong Li sat next to her: "I want to eat this from you."

What happened to him?

Suddenly so cute.

Xiao Jinghe smiled and gave him the half-eaten apple.

Rong Li took a bite at the place she had bitten, and then commented: "The peel is really ugly." Then, he put the uneven peeled apple on the table and said, "I'll peel a beautiful one for you."

Cut a nice one...

Well, that's easy to say.

Xiao Jinghe stared quietly for a while, then he couldn't help but said, "Rong Li."

"Yeah." He focused on peeling.

"If you peel it again, the flesh of the apple will be gone."

"..."

He stopped, frowned, and said, "This knife is too blunt."

Xiao Jinghe couldn't laugh or cry: "Well, it's the knife's problem." As if she was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, she added in particular, "It has nothing to do with you at all, it's all the knife's fault."

"..."

He didn't want to speak, so he threw aside the knife and the apple with almost only the core left, grabbed her and kissed her very fiercely, kissing her so hard that she couldn't sit still and nestled softly in his arms. give up.

She still had her mouth open, panting in small mouths, she was moved, her eyes were like dancing springs, and there was a bit of scarlet color in the corners of her eyes. Rong Li couldn't help it, he wrapped himself around her again, kissed her lips, and kissed her on the lips. She had something stuffed in her hand.

She ducked away and looked at the thing in her hand. It was a bright yellow embroidery bag. It was very small, the size of a baby's fist, and shaped like a cloud. The surface was embroidered with patterns and characters that she couldn't understand. There were a few crystal stars on the tassels. She sniffed the moist emerald green beads and found a faint scent of sandalwood: "What is this?"

Rong Li said: "Peace Talisman."

"Did you go to the temple this morning?"

"Yes." He pinned the embroidery bag to the bottom button of her clothes, "You will wear it when you go on missions from now on."

Xiao Jinghe rubbed the lines on it: "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

Rong Li nodded without hesitation: "I believe it."

So, he knelt in the Buddhist hall for a long time and wrote this peace charm for her with the blood on his wrist.

"I don't believe in Buddhism." Afraid of losing it, she tied the small embroidery bag into a knot and looked up at Rong Li, "But I believe in you."

He raised his hand, placed his fingers on her face, and caressed her gently.

"Ahe."

"Um."

He wanted to tell her that there were gods and Buddhas in this world, so he came to her. However, he didn't know how to say it and pondered for a long time: "I——"

She suddenly grabbed his hand: "What's wrong with your hand?"

There was a bandage wrapped around his wrist, and a faint blood red color showed through. He pulled his sleeves to cover the bandage: "It's okay, I was scratched by a pen and the skin was broken."

The abbot of Taichan Temple said that if the amulet was written in blood, it would show sincerity. He believed it, so he cut his wrist and asked for the peace amulet. He did not dare to tell her, for fear that she would cry again.

"Then peel the apple for me." Xiao Jinghe felt sorry for him and blew gently on the injury on his wrist, "Does it hurt?"

Rong Li shook his head.

At this time, someone was knocking on the door.

Xiao Jinghe raised his head and glanced: "Come in."

It was He Liangqing. Seeing Rong Li sitting on the hospital bed, he felt embarrassed: "Did I disturb you?"

"No." Rong Li stood up and helped Xiao Jinghe lie down. "The medicine is almost finished. I'll call the nurse."

"Um."

After Rong Li went out, He Liangqing was afraid that the blood would return, so he slowed down the drip: "I made some soup for you."

Xiao Jinghe glanced at the large thermos bucket: "You also stewed it for me yesterday."

He Liangqing went to serve it to her: "So I changed the taste for you today."

As soon as the thermos bucket is opened, the fragrance wafts out.

He Liangqing is the most gentle and virtuous girl Xiao Jinghe has ever seen. Well, if she were a man, he would definitely marry her.

At the door, Ning Ye stared at the bowl of soup, a little lost.

Rong Li closed the door of the ward: "Do you like her?"

After being exposed, Ning Ye looked a little unnatural, nodded and admitted: "Yes." He pinched his eyebrows hard and confessed honestly in front of the elders, "But she rejected me."

At this point, he was very frustrated. He grabbed a handful of his short, dull green hair. His expression and voice were wilted: "She won't reply to my WeChat messages either."

Therefore, he only dared to follow her secretly.

Rong Li touched the cigarette case in his pocket and thought that Xiao Jinghe might not like it. He turned around and threw the cigarette into the trash can, leaving only a lighter in his hand to play with: "She is your aunt's friend. If it doesn't hurt or itch, If you like it, don’t provoke them."

Even if it doesn't stop hurting or itching, he will be heartbroken!

"I like it very much." Ning Ye said heavily, "I like it very much."

Rong Li rubbed his fingers on the roller on the lighter: "Then pursue it seriously."

Ning Ye really did his homework seriously, and even found Huo Changxun, the most prodigal man in the compound, as a consultant. In front of his uncle, he was a little embarrassed to say: "Huo Changxun asked me to deliver bags, flowers, or to the hospital."

Rong Li licked his molars: "Don't listen to that bitch."

"..."

But that bitch is the most popular among women in the compound. He doesn't even have to chase him. Waves of women come to him. Even if he breaks up with him, no one has a bad word to say about him. They all praise him. …

The first prodigal is really not just blown away.

Ning Ye looked confused: "I don't know what to do."

After all, he was a nephew, so Rong Li gave some advice: "Your aunt said that her roommate is a very soft-hearted person."

Ning was also a little confused.

"Know what to do?"

He shook his head, a little afraid of this little uncle, but he still had the courage to say: "Please give me some advice."

Rong Li glanced at him, folded his hands, and unbuttoned his suit jacket. He was less dignified and more leisurely and lazy: "There are thirty-six strategies in Sun Tzu's Art of War. What is the thirty-fourth strategy?" "

"..."

Ning Ye was really stunned for a moment: "I... don't know." It's not like his little uncle, who is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, Sun Tzu, Han Feizi.

Rong Li's eyes were a little cold, and he said slowly and leisurely: "Read more books."

After saying this, he turned and left.

Ning Ye was stunned for a while, then took out his mobile phone and searched Baidu. Oh, among the thirty-six strategies, the thirty-fourth strategy was a bitter plan.

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