My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 62 062 Past Events (One More)

The owner of the little cat has blown up, and the crosstalk changed to skyrocketing: "So what do you think of her? You want to sue my cat for rape? Then you go to sue, see you in our court!"

Jiang Jiusheng's phone rang when it was overwhelming.

She picked up: "Hey, Cheng Hui,"

"I'm in a pet store."

"Well, it's a bit noisy here."

The two girls who were arguing were quiet, staring at Jiang Jiusheng with a dumbfounded look.

"Jiang Jiusheng!"

Jiang Jiusheng looked up.

"You," the girl holding the fold cat hesitated for a moment, and asked in a sharp tone, "Do you recognize me?"

Jiang Jiusheng nodded.

The girl ’s not-so-beautiful complexion turned blue again: “Do n’t talk nonsense in front of Cheng Hui.”

After talking, she hugged her folding ear cat and walked out of the pet shop a little embarrassedly.

Oh, it turns out that Miss Qin Ba still has self-knowledge, knowing that Cheng Hui doesn't like spicy women.

Jiang Jiusheng and Qin Xiaoxiao have not seen each other, but Qin Xiaoxiao has appeared on the screen even if it is not red anymore. Jiang Jiusheng recognized her highly recognizable face, not to mention, this Miss Qin Ba and Cheng had two Times gossip news.

Jiang Jiusheng bowed his head and continued to talk on the phone: "I will never forget it."

The month after her concert was Ms. Jiang ’s birthday, Cheng Hui called by phone and asked if she would go home.

"Well, book a ticket for me."

Cheng will be over there.

Jiang Jiusheng glanced at the figure walking out the window: "Brother, how does Qin Xiaoxiao know that we are brothers and sisters?"

The phone was silent for a few seconds.

Cheng Hui said: "Everyone in the Qin family likes to come to Yin." After a pause, his tone was very serious. "If you meet him, avoid it."

The young masters of the Qin family, she is not familiar with one, but Cheng really has no slight feelings for the Qin family.

Jiang Jiusheng responded with a smile, hung up the phone, and just turned his head, the little girl in Marukotou pulled the native cat and came over.

"Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng was stunned.

With tears in her eyes, the little girl asked earnestly, "Can I touch your hand?"

Jiang Bomei: "Wang!"

The little girl immediately changed her mind: "If not, you can touch your dog."

"Wang!"

Jiang Bomei expressed disgust.

Judging from Fang Cai's argument, Jiang Jiusheng could not help but ask her, "Are you a fan?"

"I'm your brain powder!" The voice was so powerful that the little cat in her hands shook.

What an interesting girl.

Jiang Jiusheng smiled and extended his hand: "Hello."

The other party blurted out: "Husband."

"..."

Oops, I exposed my nature by accident! The little girl scratched her head embarrassedly, trying to be calm and less anxious: "Sir, can you sign me?"

"Yes." Jiang Jiusheng asked, "Where is the sign?"

The other party quickly pulled out a watercolor pen from the shoulder bag and pulled off the denim jacket: "Sign on the mouth."

On the pure white T-shirt, Jiang Jiusheng justly signed her name in black block letters.

"Grandpa Sheng,"

Jiang Jiusheng looked at the girl.

She seemed to hesitate, her brows were folds, and he asked tentatively, "Do you remember Tan Mobao under the Sanjiu Bridge?"

Jiang Jiusheng froze for a moment.

That was four years ago, at that time, Jiang Jiusheng was not an artist.

The summer in Jiangbei is very hot. There are many peddlers selling ice water when the Sanjiu Bridge comes down. Only a girl in shabby clothes holds a piece of cardboard. There are five big characters written on the cardboard: Sell Labor buried mother.

The girl looks like she is underage, not short, very thin, tanned, holding her sign with sweat, sitting under the bridge arch, standing straight upright, her passers-by will come and go To look at her a few more times, or to ridicule, or to despise, she sat straight from the back to the end, but no one stopped, probably thought she was a liar, or a beggar.

Jiang Jiusheng took out two hundred pieces from his wallet and put them on the ground, smashing them with stones.

The girl said, "I'm not begging."

Take a closer look, a book is not just a man and a woman. Do n’t always ask who this person is and who is who. All of them have played before, so it ’s really hurting the president ’s heart not to remember who the protagonist is.

Recommend Xiaoxiang Baby-"Rebirth Seventy: The Military Wife Is Flirting".

(End of this chapter)