My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 3 003 Can I touch your hand

The lady's cigarette smells too weak, Jiang Jiusheng smoked two Mo Bing before going back to the dressing room next door, replaced her punk-style costume, and removed her makeup. She was facing the sky, biting the cigarette **** that was extinguished and covered with a black cloak. Lying on the sofa with his eyes closed and refreshing, short shorts T, a thin, white waistline, and slender legs resting on the armrests at the end of the sofa, it looks like a goblin.

Jiang Jiusheng was born beautiful, but, with a little bit of fireworks, he was lazy in everything he did.

Mo Bing shook the car key in his hand: "I will take you back."

Jiang Jiusheng got up, put on his trench coat, and asked her, "Is it solved?"

"Jane's going to divest."

"Huh." The look was not cold and calm, and Jiang Jiusheng's fingers pointed at the cigarette **** and threw a beautiful parabola at the ashtray.

Mo Bing laughed and scolded: "Your temper!" This is the second time this month that I have not given face to "investors".

She asked, "Does it need to be changed?"

Mo Bing raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

It really does n’t need to be. Since Jiang Jiusheng ’s debut, those who want to dive her can go around Tianyu. In the end, those “golden masters” have evaporated in a single person. She still has a smooth wind and water. For three years, she has been in the Chinese music scene. Stand firmly in the world.

Mo Bing slowed down and walked side by side with Jiang Jiusheng: "Sheng Sheng, you tell me the truth, who is the big winner who will **** you?"

Mo Bing is not confused, but Jiang Jiusheng's things, she can't see through the stars for three years.

Jiang Jiusheng yawned lazily: "I want to know too."

Still the casual look, like an outsider who was outside.

Mo Bing laughed, Jiang Jiusheng had just debuted, and his temperament was just like the present, free and easy, and direct. Tianyu had a music director who saw her look like a man, attracted people, while the night was enchanting, he was irregular. At that time Jiang Jiusheng smashed that music director After half his life, Mo Bing thought at the time, that he was finished, and he died before he could die. As a result, Jiang Jiusheng was not blocked, but the director's world evaporated. There is rumor that the music director lived in ICU for more than half a year.

Later, another investor pretended to be drunk and acted lightly. Jiang Jiusheng's clothes were not touched. On the second day, his hands were folded and two bones were broken.

later……

Strange things like this one after another, there is a rumor in the circle that Jiang Jiusheng is a curse after the rock song, those who want to dive her, want to black her, want to replace it, all ... It will not end.

Of course, there are still many people who are not afraid of death.

Mo Bing has reason to suspect that Jiang Jiusheng has a strong background behind it, otherwise he can only explain the tragedy with supernatural powers.

In the nanny car, the assistant Xiao Qiao drove.

"Sister Sheng is good."

Xiao Qiao called Chen Yiqiao, just out of college, and was two years younger than Jiang Jiusheng. He was born cute and beautiful, and his temperament was quiet and shy, like a cute sister who grew up next to her.

It was Mo Bing who picked her. Although the artist assistant was not suitable for picking a good look, she was afraid to grab the limelight, but Mo Bing looked at her duty and never complained, she left her for nearly half a year. Joe has never made a mistake.

Jiang Jiusheng nodded, greeted and went to the back seat, frowning, his expression sullen.

"What's wrong?" Mo Bing asked.

"Just got up a moment ago, my aunt hurts."

She eats hot and cold, and she is addicted to spicy food. Her health is not good, and she suffers from the monthly vacation.

Mo Bing looked at his face and was a little serious: "You are too serious. I will call you another day."

She refused, squinting like a smile: "I don't want to make headlines because of dysmenorrhea."

"No one can make headlines."

Jiang Jiusheng's fans are not many in the entertainment world, but the fighting value is ridiculously high. If it is really filmed, it is estimated that the daughter's private affair of "rock star Jiang Jiusheng's dysmenorrhea" is no secret.

However, Jiang Jiusheng is lazy and too lazy to make headlines.

Mo Bing changed the reason and preferred it: "There is a doctor in the First Hospital of Tianbei. Last time I took my cousin to see a doctor, I met by accident. He has a pair of hands that will surely fascinate you."

She is interested: "gynecologist?"

Mo Bing smiled: "Surgery."

"Take the scalpel," Jiang Jiusheng turned his head, looking at the neon outside the car window, the light and shadow burning in his eyes, "It must be more charming."

She has a hobby, she loves hands, seeing a pair of beautiful hands, can't help but want to touch, want to hide it for her own.

If hand addiction is a disease, then she should be a mild to moderate patient, the cause of which is unknown, and unlike general patients with special addictions, she is generous and never deliberately conceals.

The concert stadium was only a 20-minute drive from Jiang Jiusheng's apartment. She took a short nap and was awakened by Mo Bing.

"Should I send you up?"

"No, this community is very safe." She lives in a high-end community, and the monitoring system and secret security issues are very good.

Mo Bing was still uneasy: "Last time I had an illegitimate meal, I haven't sneaked in." Especially rich illegitimate meals are more terrible than terrorists.

Jiang Jiusheng has always been indifferent: "I haven't been hit by my **** yet."

Mo Bing was speechless. Her artists had practiced Sanda. They might have good coordination and high IQ. They could learn everything, and after less than nine months of practice, they beat their fellow brothers down. It is said that The brother had practiced for seven years, or after the founding goalkeeper, half of his life was ruined under the fist of her entertainer.

Mo Bing thought for a while and was relieved: "Then I will pick you up after returning home."

"it is good."

Jiang Jiusheng lived in the seventh building, the innermost, under the orange street lamp, the solitary shadow slanted long, she walked slowly, her abdominal pain was severe, and her footsteps were a little virtual. Silent in the night, the wind blowing the leaves heard the noise, and at a distance of a few meters, the footsteps behind him followed her into the first floor of the seven buildings.

At the elevator entrance, Jiang Jiusheng turned back: "Are you going to sign?"

Following her was a man with a white shirt and suit trousers, very tall, and looked very good. The dim light blurred some outlines, but still like a carefully carved portrait of the Middle Ages.

She breathed a suffocation, why is this face so familiar, like the thickest brushstrokes in the midnight dream, she was deeply trembling with the tip of her heart.

He looked up at him, polite and alienated: "No."

Jiang Jiusheng saw his facial features clearly, and he was a real gentleman like jade, especially his eyes, like the night outside the tall building, hiding the bright light in the sky.

This look is not like an illegitimate meal, so why did you follow her?

The man explained, the voice was warm, like a breeze blowing over his ears: "I live here, seven buildings, seven zero three."

Oh, it turned out to be a new neighbour. Jiang Jiusheng smiled politely and pressed down the inexplicable thrill.

The elevator door opened, the man stood on the right, pressed the number 7, his finger pad stopped on the light blue button, and looked up at Jiang Jiusheng.

Only then did she take her gaze back: "I also live on the seventh floor."

The other party inadvertently tapped the number 7 with his fingertips. The nails were neatly trimmed, and they were clean and bright white. The joints were finely divided, symmetrical and slender.

Really a beautiful bone, even the hand is excellent.

Jiang Jiusheng sincerely praised: "Your hands are so beautiful." She couldn't help but open her eyes.

The man nodded: "Thank you."

It can be seen that he is very well-conserved, and his whole body is not contaminated by the impetuousness of the earth, noble and restrained. Unlike the simple young man in the gym today, no matter how well disguised, he ca n’t hide the smell of copper piled up. Unlike this man, he is a real aristocrat.

Jiang Jiusheng rolled his throat subconsciously and sang for four hours. His throat was dumb: "I can," he paused. After all, he lost his politeness and asked rashly, "Can I touch it?"

I Jin is a perverted noble! Remember that Jiang Jiusheng's assistant Chen Yiqiao, nickname Xiaoqiao, this is a big role throughout the text, don't ignore it.

(End of this chapter)