My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 18 018 Breakfast Together

Shi Jin's voice was gentle: "Yesterday you shouted my name."

yesterday……

Jiang Jiusheng only felt his head hurt.

Shi Jin's word reached her mouth, but she couldn't even scream, like something choked her throat. The clothes were neat, she lifted the quilt out of bed, stepped on the marble tiles in socks: "Why am I here?"

Shi Jin didn't answer immediately, walked to the carpet in the room, took the cotton swab, squatted down, and placed it in front of Jiang Jiusheng.

"You had a fever last night." He paused, adding, "Your door is locked."

She lowered her head and Shi Jin crouched in front of her. Her short hair that she didn't care about was casual, and her hair was probably very soft. She looked very obedient and obedient, not like his usual Qingjun.

She looked back, put on her shoes, and took a step back: "Trouble you."

"No trouble." The tone was polite and approachable. Shi Jin raised his hand, and the palm of her hand naturally covered her forehead.

Jiang Jiusheng retreated subconsciously.

Shi Jin did not withdraw his hand and took a step forward: "I am a doctor."

He has a gentle tone and soothing sounds, like a hypnotic string serenade pulled out by the cello, which is beautiful and confusing.

Jiang Jiusheng was stunned and stopped moving.

Shi Jin touched her forehead with the back of her hand, paused for a moment, then withdrew her hand, and then took a step back, keeping a short distance, not too close, but not alienated, with a very shallow smile on her mouth Expensive and elegant.

He said: "You still have a low fever, do you want to lie down for a while."

Jiang Jiusheng glanced at Jin Jin's big bed. The pure black hue looked cold and stereotyped, which was very different from his impression.

She shook her head. Although Shi Jin was a doctor, there was no difference between men and women.

Shi Jin didn't say anything, took the medicine on the bedside table and gave her another glass of water.

Jiang Jiusheng took it over. The water was warm. I do n’t know when Shi Jin put it. She took the medicine and thanked Shi Jin: "Thank you."

He said no thanks.

The antipyretic medicine is a white pill, not a capsule, which is particularly bitter. Jiang Jiusheng has always been sweet, and the bitterness of her tongue has been gone. She frowned and drank two more water.

Not for use, want to smoke, want to drink yellow peach yogurt.

Shi Jin warmly reminded: "Drinking dairy products will hinder drug absorption."

Jiang Jiusheng lost her thoughts. She was not in good health. She smoked and drank. Except not staying up late, she basically struggled so much. Probably because of this, the cold water could not bear it.

She licked her lower lip, depressed her addiction, but still a bit bitter.

Shi Jin leaned over, took a white painted glass bottle from the bedside table, and handed her: "Can eat this."

The bottle is beautiful, with a solid wood stopper at the top, wrapped in a thin layer of oil paper, which looks small and delicate, and contains a white solid piece of content.

Jiang Jiusheng took it, poured one, and smelled it.

It ’s milk ...

"If it is bitter, you can eat a few more tablets, there are still in the cabinet." Shi Jin said.

Jiang Jiusheng's words were congested, and her preferences seemed to be very clear to him. It contained a piece, sweet but not greasy. She squinted and her stomach was comfortable.

Jiang Jiusheng found out that Shi Jin's apartment was generally the same as her. The room where she stayed was the master bedroom on the first floor of the apartment, probably Shi Jin's bedroom.

It ’s okay to enter the room. She has also occupied the magpie ’s nest. She has never been so embarrassed. She did n’t know how to react, but Shi Jin was very natural. She looked at the kitchen and turned back to the living room to ask Jiang Jiusheng: “Breakfast is ready, you Is it back to you to wash, or is it with me? "

She was dull for three seconds: "... go over there."

Why is it a multiple choice question, not a right and wrong question?

It seemed like a mess of things suddenly rolled into my heart, and when I realized later, I was already in a mess. So that half an hour later, when Jiang Jiusheng stood at the door of 703, she still didn't want to understand how she and Shi Jin developed to the point of having breakfast together.

Breakfast is very rich, a bowl of pumpkin porridge, a dish of shrimp soup dumplings, strawberry mango platter put ham and potato cakes and purple potato buns, and green apple juice.

Pumpkin porridge is very sweet, the skin of the purple potato bag is very thin, the apple juice is not sour, and a little honey is put. All of them are her preferences, and there is no difference.

Jiang Jiusheng tasted a bite and stopped, staring at the plate in front of him, thoughtfully.

Shi Jin sat opposite her, a one-meter-wide gray porcelain dining table, cast a light, bright and clean enough to reflect his outline, handsome and elegant, the home clothes changed shirts, no tie, loose a button, It does not appear formal, casual and expensive, and there is almost no sound on the table. Shi Jin's table manners are very good, slow and reasonable, and he eats carefully and conscientiously.

She was stunned for a while.

Shi Jin raised his head: "Did it taste bad?" Before she answered, he put down the metal chopsticks and got a good temper, soliciting her advice, "What do you want to eat, if you are not in a hurry, I can do it now."

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head, moved the pumpkin porridge in front of him a little, drank it with a spoon, and licked her lips. It was very sweet. She looked up at Shi Jin: "Are you all made?"

"Hmm." Shi Jin poured a glass of warm water and placed it next to her. "Just done a few simple things."

If this is simple, what is cooking instant noodles and fried rice? Jiang Jiusheng didn't know what to say for a while, picked up a spoon, drank porridge, and said nothing.

Shi Jin's cooking skills are very good, Jiang Jiusheng's likes are clear, can be regarded as picky eaters, but Shi Jin is well-handled, tastes great, and nourish the stomach.

"Do you still have a good appetite?" It seemed to ask casually, but his paused movement showed a bit unnatural and cautious, and it was not difficult to hear the hope that was hidden in the tone.

Jiang Jiusheng praised generously: "It's delicious."

He smiled lightly and said, "There is still in the pot."

She did n’t have a courtesy, a meal, and it ’s a joy for the guest and the host. There was n’t much conversation on the dining table, but she was also unpretentious, natural and leisurely. The temperament is very good.

After breakfast, she was sitting on the sofa, Shi Jin washes the dishes in the kitchen. She was the only one in the living room. Occasionally there was the sound of pots and pans. The cute and beautiful dog was hiding somewhere. Jiang Jiusheng is just like sitting on a needle felt. She gets up and looks at Shi Jin ’s house. It has the same layout as her apartment. It is partial to the Chinese style. The color elements are relatively deep. The gray and white plains are mainly clean, but cold, unlike the bedroom cold. The pure black, added some white, much like Shi Jin's feeling.

The design of the whole decoration is very strong, rigorous and solemn coloring, of course, it is inevitable to be cold and serious, but only a few ornaments seem out of place, such as the acoustic guitar pillow on the dark gray sofa, such as the drop-shaped rattan hanging basket chair in front of the window sill , For example, an old CD player in front of agarwood bookshelves, or a cello placed at the corner of a staircase.

What a coincidence, these things are all in her heart, exactly the same as in her apartment.

Shi Jin's voice came from behind, neither anxious nor slow, he called her: "Sheng Sheng."

The familiar and familiar name seems to come naturally.

Jiang Jiusheng turned back: "Ah?"

Many people call her Sheng Sheng, but no one has been like Shi Jin, very light, very gentle, like the wind scattered in his ears, invading unconsciously.

She was not voice-controlled. She was still fascinated. She was in a trance and couldn't help but think, what kind of man Shi Jin is, she can pull people's thoughts with every move, like a mystery, like a misty moon, like turning a hazy, but Can't grasp the outline.

"It has been more than an hour to take medicine. You can drink milk now, but ice will not work."

Shi Jin handed over a glass of milk.

Jiang Jiusheng took it, it was warm, she took a sip, yellow peach flavor.

It turned out that it was not a coincidence in the elevator last time.

"Shi Jin."

"Ok."

Jiang Jiusheng paused, looking at Shi Jin's eyes and asked, "Have we seen it before?"

Dog Son: Mommy, secretly tell you, the owner's father secretly kissed you yesterday!

Master dad: What about my scalpel?

Son: Kill the dog!

(End of this chapter)