My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 41 041 Who Moved My Pants

Lin Anzhi was an orphan. He was adopted by Mo Bing's parents when he was fourteen. At the age of sixteen, he first opened his love. Together with Mo Bing, they are each other's first love. It has been fourteen years now.

Jiang Jiusheng is a spectator, it is difficult to put his beak, hang up the phone, and hear the sound of the instrument. She raises the skirt, enters the door, pushes the door, and flashes the eyes, reflecting the delicate appearance of the woman.

"Jiang Jiusheng."

Apricot powder's long skirt, deep V, sweet and gentle, the woman was beautiful, shouting Jiang Jiusheng's name familiarly.

Jiang Jiusheng raised his eyes and glanced: "We shouldn't have seen them."

The woman smiled with a smile and added a bright eye to her eyes, introducing: "I am good at Wen Shi."

Xiao Qianjin of the Wen Family of Yuncheng, the niece just now.

The three words Wen Shihao and Jiang Jiusheng are no strangers. Recently, Mo Bing often hung it on his mouth and said that he was a rising star in the lyric world. He only wrote a song and it spread all over the country. Jiang Jiusheng has also heard that song, and the singer will sing it with love, and it is still on the music chart. The nomination for the best composer tonight has the name Wen Shihao. One song became famous. It seems that it is to borrow this award party Dongfeng, reveal the true face of Lushan.

What kind of wind is blowing today, actually blowing two Wen's girls.

Jiang Jiusheng nodded his greetings: "Hello."

The women raised by the big family have good manners and a smile, just revealing eight white ark shells: "I've seen your concert." The eyes stared a little, but she didn't mean it, she said , "You look like an old friend of mine, even with the same name."

Old friend?

In general, in the social approach of close distance, deja vu and meeting and hate are the fastest.

Jiang Jiusheng just responded lightly, neither intimately nor indifferently: "If you have a chance, you can meet each other."

Wen Shi stared at him: "She passed away."

At that moment, her eyes shone brightly, like a pile of fire in the bush of thorns.

Jiang Jiusheng suddenly felt that there should be such an old man who was intimate with this Miss Wen, or, with a deep hatred, she didn't want to explore the privacy of others and said sorry, so she closed the topic.

Wen Shihao just shook his head: "It doesn't matter." He stepped into the party hall with a smile.

When Jiang Jiusheng returned to his seat, Xu Qing was away for a long time, Su Qing was frowning, his forehead was cold and sweating, his face was so white, he didn't want to watch the opening performance, Jiang Jiusheng moved to a seat and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

The artists around are all focused on the stage, or they are fully focused on the perfect pose of 360 degrees without dead angles, waiting for the camera to capture, not paying attention to others.

Su Qing looked down, and the two seemed to whisper.

She said, "I'm here."

Jiang Jiusheng twisted his eyebrows, raised his head and scanned the camera position and lights on the top, and then pointed to a place behind him: "The light is dark over there, you go to the second floor to wait for me."

"Ok."

Su Qing withdrew her stomach indifferently, looking around like a thief, the assistant was in the lounge, the new move was not long, she did not know her bottom, it was not easy to rush past, and had to temporarily slip into the toilet, fortunately No one met, but, unfortunately, her white trousers were still red.

Su Qing sat on the toilet and fell into deep thinking.

Jiang Jiusheng can't enter the men's toilet ...

She didn't dare to go out with her red **** ...

Immediately came to her stage and danced ...

The following is still bleeding into blood ...

"Boom!"

The sudden closing of the door interrupted Su's contemplation. She unconsciously raised her ears and heard the sound of the next door.

"Brother."

It's a man's voice.

Oh, this is a men's toilet, not surprising.

After a while, Su Qing heard the sound of the metal belt buckle again, which was not very real. She simply put her ear on the partition.

The man next door is talking on the phone.

"Send a pair of pants."

"Well, it's dirty."

"faster."

The man deliberately pressed his voice, Su Qing didn't hear clearly, but this was not the point, the point was-there was a pair of trouser legs where the two toilets were connected.

The man is taking off his pants!

Well, this must be a rescue from the monkey.

Holding his breath, Su Qing stared at the bottom of the baffle, letting out two eyes, took a deep breath, then slowly squatted down, carefully reached under the baffle, felt a piece of fabric, took a breath, and pressed hard pull.

hahahahahahahahahaha!

The pants are here!

The man next door was startled and exclaimed: "Who !?"

Immediately there was a bang.

The belt buckle of the trousers was stuck, and Su Qing's smug smile suddenly froze, and then pulled hard, only to find that the next door had already pulled the other side of the trousers.

Without further ado, grab!

This end can be pulled hard, and the other side pulled back.

"What are you doing grabbing my pants!"

The sturdy life needs no explanation-Su Qing stepped on the partition with one foot and yanked it out, exerting the power of the flood.

The man was angry: "Damn it, let go!"

"Why are you letting go!"

"Fuck!"

Su Qing slammed and worked hard!

Grunt.

Something seems to have fallen out of the toilet.

Next door, the man was still pulling the trousers with one hand. The long, slick legs were trembling and stuck on the partition. The man's face was earthy, and his well-groomed hairstyle fluttered up. He stared at the toilet screen. When the phone fell off, the anger burst into three feet, and the voice broke. "Your loose hand?"

"Fuck, let go!"

let go? She is not stupid again!

Su Qing pulled hard!

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, probably, maybe, maybe the head of the person on the opposite side knocked on the partition.

She could n’t control that much. Before the man ’s head was knocked back, he quickly pulled the pants over, changed it quickly, opened the toilet door, threw the **** white pants, and covered them with several layers of toilet paper to destroy the evidence The action was done in one go, and finally ran away after pulling the leg.

Behind him, the masculinity deteriorated.

"Hello! Stop!"

"You **** **"

"I**"

"My pants--"

Su Qing ran while carrying a long leg of trousers, thinking, why is this sound so familiar? No matter what, I ran through the two corridors at once, just in time to meet Jiang Jiusheng waiting at the entrance of her lounge.

Su Qing was a guilty conscience and ran over to pull her and shift her position.

Jiang Jiusheng was surprised: "What's wrong?"

She gasped for breath: "Run, someone will grab my pants!"

Jiang Jiusheng noticed that Su Qing's white suit jacket had black suit pants underneath. She did n’t know where Su Qing ’s trousers came from. The trousers had dirt on them. She cleaned them, dried them with the dryer in the toilet, and then dressed generously into the party hall. It's not a good match, but Su made a new trend. He rolled a pair of trouser legs, the trousers hung loosely on the crotch, the coat was taken off, it was put on the shoulder, and the neckline was loose with a button. It looked bohemian. But also very suave.

It's really a fashion darling, and the media group is crazy.

Halfway through the award presentation, Xu Qingjiu's seat was still empty.

"How about Xu Qingjiu?" Jiang Jiusheng asked.

Su Qing didn't care at all: "Who knows." After she finished, she was attentive. "The best songwriter is the best composer."

Jiang Jiusheng won the award for best lyrics last year. This year's award is an old predecessor in the music industry. The winning track is the theme song of a disaster film. Jiang Jiusheng has heard that song. The lyrics are very touching and the story is very striking and particularly attractive. Resonance, the best lyrics are indeed well deserved.

The host on the stage was hungry, rendering the atmosphere tight, and the drawer wiped out the sweat on his head nervously, saying aloud: "The winner of the best composer is-"

Yesterday I wrote about the height of 154. I did n’t think about it. Do n’t mind the girl who is not tall. President Gu, I ’m more than a meter.

(End of this chapter)