My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 80 What to do if 080 is pregnant (two more)

It is Jiang Jiusheng's WeChat.

"Fan benefits."

Behind this sentence, there is a song, without accompaniment, a cappella, her three-track lead song, a very slow folk song.

Jiang Jiusheng held a pillow and smiled while holding a mobile phone. Mo Bing said that there was an element of love in this song, and asked her where to find materials.

where?

Well, it should be Shi Jin's hand, or Shi Jin.

Shi Jin's news came back very quickly, almost after that song.

"Good to hear."

Jiang Jiusheng rolled in a circle on the bed with satisfaction, thinking about how to return, while carefully putting the skirt tonight into the wardrobe.

The phone vibrated several times in a row.

Jiang Jiusheng clicked on Shi Jin's WeChat profile picture. His profile picture was her photo, the backless high-resolution photo sent to him last time.

He sent four photos, all of which were his hands, both sides, front and back, the lights were very dark, the knuckles were slender, they were cold white, and they had not been processed, because the time was short, and they were taken casually, but still Can not cover a good color, beautiful is not decent.

He responded with two words: "Rewards."

Jiang Jiusheng's mouth smiled and was kept one by one in an encrypted photo album. After looking at it again and again, when returning to Jin Jin, a joke: "I want to touch it."

There was also a salivating little man's expression pack in the back.

then……

The phone didn't move, and Shi Jin didn't reply to the news. Jiang Jiusheng was a little lost, and put down his mobile phone.

After about five minutes, the phone shook.

Jiang Jiusheng immediately opened.

It's Shi Jin's WeChat, with four simple words: "Sheng Sheng, open the door."

She froze for a few seconds and ran out of bed without even wearing shoes. She just put on a coat and kicked to the entrance of the living room.

Opening the door, Shi Jin stood at her door, wearing grey plaid pajamas, smiling and asked her: "Do you want to touch?"

Jiang Jiusheng did not hesitate: "Yes."

He reached out and touched her.

Jiang Jiusheng thought that it would be nice if Shi Jin was not just a fan. She had never felt this way before. She was reluctant to leave a person alone and let that person's face, voice, and hands all haunt her heart.

On the tall building.

The hotel's apricot-yellow lights are dim and dull, and the silhouette of the woman's side face is softly dyed.

She whispered softly: "An Zhi."

"An Zhi."

"An Zhi."

Lin Anzhi, who was lying on the bed, had no reaction, his coat and shoes did not take off, and the room was filled with strong alcohol.

The woman twisted her eyebrows and had slight fine lines at the corners of her eyes. It was Wen Shuning of Warner Television. It was just over 30. The charm was just right. The appearance in the entertainment circle everywhere was beautiful.

The plain-hearted Warner woman, at this moment, her eyes were full of tenderness. She leaned over to remove the tie for Lin An, but when his hand just touched him, he suddenly opened his eyes and slammed her away.

"Don't touch me!" He opened his eyes firmly, his face gloomy, and said, "I have a wife."

After talking, his eyes flicked apart again, closed, and fell asleep again.

It seems that it is just an instinctive action repulsion, he did not wake up at all, but even if he was drunk like this, he still couldn't let the person he missed for a moment, from body to heart, painting the ground for prison.

Wen Shuning knew. There was a person hidden in Lin An's heart, but she didn't know that she loved so deeply. She was not stupid. He Zenghui didn't know that he was acting in every field, but he couldn't help it.

She withdrew her hand stiffly, talking to herself, as if to tell him or to herself: "An Zhi, don't tell me."

"Don't tell me anything."

She had thought that if this man were willing to lie to her all her life, even if she was awkward, she would be willing to accept everything in a vague manner.

Taking the bag, Wen Shuning turned and left the room.

Lin Anzhi's agent Liang Qin was standing at the door, saw the boss coming out, and quickly stepped forward: "Mr. Wen."

"Take good care of him."

After leaving such a sentence, Wen Shuning left.

Liang Qin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, if the two of them collided ... He could n’t imagine that his heart string collapsed tightly, and he still did n’t understand what was going on. I like it, but why do you have to endure, why do you want to play with fire on the edge, definitely not for Star Trails, so what are you planning?

I'm afraid that he will step on this step and it will never end.

The elevator door opens in the lobby on the first floor.

Two pairs of eyes raised at almost the same time.

Mo Bingdao: "Mr. Wen."

Wen Shuning replied: "Miss Mo."

The two did not have personal contacts, one was the boss of the entertainment company, and the other was a gold broker in the circle. Greetings, one by one, passing by.

The elevator door is closed.

Mo Bing twisted her eyebrows, remembering Jiang Jiusheng's words, and shaking her head. She also knew that the killing feast of Lin Anzhi's movie was held in the entertainment city on the top floor of this hotel. There is nothing wrong with attending the meeting.

On the 14th floor, Mo Bing saw Lin Anzhi's agent Liang Qin at the door of the suite.

She stepped forward: "What about An Zhi?"

Liang Qin handed her the key: "Inside, he was very drunk."

Mo Bing said thanks and took the key to open the door and entered the room. The porch light did not turn on. She went straight to the bedroom and turned on the bedside lamp. Seeing Lin Anzhi was sleeping soundly, her coat and shoes were not taken off, and the quilt was taken by him. Crumpled.

"An Zhi."

Mo Bing shouted, Lin Anzhi did not respond.

She raised the tone: "Lin Anzhi."

Almost conditioned reflex, he immediately opened his eyes, and then sat up, drunken eyes blurred for a long time before he settled, and then saw Mo Bing.

He grinned: "Wife, you are here."

It's a silly laugh.

Mo Bing had no choice but to sit at the head of the bed, rubbed his short hair, and trained him softly: "How to drink so much?" After all, he felt distressed and got up to pour hot water for him.

Lin Anzhi took her hand and did not let her go.

"What's wrong?" Mo Bing sat back.

He took her hand, shook it, and called her name: "Mo Bing."

"Ok?"

A pair of drunk eyes, but very determined, he said: "I love you."

Mo Bing laughed: "I know."

"I love you."

"understood."

He was like a child, hugging her waist and repeating it again and again: "I love you, I love you."

Mo Bing held his face and kissed him: "What's wrong?"

Lin Anzhi shook her head, her eyes were red, her head was buried on her shoulder, her voice was hoarse, and she murmured dumbly: "Don't leave me, even if I do something wrong, don't you leave me, okay?"

Mo Bing was stunned and wondered what was wrong with him.

Without answering, he was very anxious and hugged her waist tightly: "You promised me, huh? Mo Bing, promised me, okay? Don't leave me, just call me scold me, don't leave me okay?"

Like a child.

It was the same when he was a boy. At that time, he had just come to her house from the orphanage. She did n’t say a word for a month. She thought he was dumb. But on the night of the winter solstice, he had a high fever. When he was confused, like now, holding young She asked her not to leave again and again.

Mo Bing knows that Lin Anzhi is extremely insecure. Even if he is indifferent and indifferent to others, it must be because he has suffered the coldness and warmth of the world, and has suffered the displacement. She will never forget what she looked like when she first saw him in the orphanage. The boy's dark eyes had no temperature at all, and he was indifferent and guarded, as if to isolate the whole world.

Mo Bing hugged him, nodded and promised him: "Well, don't leave you."

He blushed and looked at her for a long, long time, then hugged her and kissed her madly, **** her clothes.

"Mo Bing."

"Ok."

"Mo Bing."

"Ok."

"I love you ... I will love you until I die."

She lay on the pillow and burst into tears.

"An Zhi, what's wrong with you?"

He said nothing, occupied her heavily, murmured in her ear again and again, saying he loved her.

A love, fierce to the extreme, he left marks on her everywhere, and then exhausted, but still not let go, holding her tightly.

After the end, she nestled in his arms and mumbled: "What should I do if I get pregnant?"

The answer to her was his heavy breathing, but Mo Bing was not at all sleepy. I remembered that when they were 18 years old, they carried their parents and stole the forbidden fruit. On the wooden board, like a little overlord who is not familiar with the world, he said: You will be mine in the future, and you will follow me for life.

The eighteen-year-old laughed heartily and cleanly, and he said, "Okay."

At that time, innocence and innocence, and the world was not afraid, hugged each other and thought they had the world.

The eighteen-year-old girl asked the same eighteen-year-old boy: What if she is pregnant?

He said: I think of the child's name, no matter the boy or girl, they are called Lin Mo.

Fourteen years passed by in a hurry. When I looked back, the most beautiful thing was nothing but childish words, and I lived up to the world.

Wish to go through thousands of sails, and when he returned, he was still a teenager.

(After thousands of sails, no one is back as a teenager)

(End of this chapter)