My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 89 The mystery of the events and life experience of Chapter 89

After Cheng Hui went out, Jiang Jiusheng and Ms. Jiang were kept in the ward. The two did not say a word. The atmosphere was quiet and uncomfortable. Jiang Jiusheng took the cigarette case out of the ward.

She went to the rooftop, there was no one, and she was too lazy to wear a mask. She lit a lady's cigarette. Somehow, her heart was very irritable, and the lady's cigarette was dull.

She took two bite hard, pressed the cigarette butt, took one more from the cigarette case, and just ignited the lighter, the cigarette between her fingers was taken away.

"Stop smoking less." It was Cheng Hui, who held the supper in his hand, grabbed her cigarette, and threw it directly into the trash can.

Jiang Jiusheng extinguished the fire with a lack of interest, lying on the guardrail, condensing his eyes, overlooking the neon of the night market, the lights of the Wanjia lights fell into his eyes, but dim and cold.

"brother."

"Ok."

Jiang Jiusheng turned his head and watched Cheng Hui: "Am I adopted?"

Cheng Hui looked immediately serious, with a handsome face of Zhou Zhengsiwen: "What nonsense?"

She smiled, did not speak again, looked around, starry moonlight above, and night lights below.

Moonlight in the sky and night in the underground, if there is a third beauty, um, it must be Shi Jin.

She suddenly thought of him.

Silent for a long time.

Cheng suddenly said: "You weren't very close to your parents when you were a child."

Jiang Jiusheng was silent.

This kind of thing, she heard from Jiang Mu eight years ago, she was raised in the country before the age of 16, and she was sent to the city for surgery after an accident. After that, they were raised next to their parents.

"I'll smoke another one." She took out the cigarette and lit it, smoking quietly.

Under the thin smoke, she had a pair of peach blossom eyes, cold and sad.

The entertainment industry has said that Jiang Jiusheng is deserted, how can he not be deserted, so that the family raised a girl, in addition to self-defense, what can be done.

Cheng Hui went back to the ward first, and Ms. Jiang was packing her luggage.

"Sheng Sheng?"

Cheng Hui will close the door: "Smoking."

"You will take her back to the hotel later."

Ms. Jiang ’s name, Jiang Yuezhi, was an accountant in the Qin ’s branch, and her temperament was not tough. She was just a woman of ordinary people. She faced Jiang Jiusheng with her corners and stiff attitude.

"Mom, don't be too indifferent to Shengsheng." Cheng Hui looked serious.

Ms. Jiang's action of folding her clothes paused, her head continued: "Is there?"

"You treat Sheng Sheng as if you were a guest." Cheng Hui held Ms. Jiang's busy movements and pressed her voice, solemnly speaking, "Mom, since you recognize Sheng Sheng as your daughter, don't let Sheng Sheng She feels like she is adopted. "

Cheng Hui knows that Jiang Jiusheng is not Ms. Jiang's birth.

His father used to be a driver, and his mother was a domestic worker. Because of the nature of his work, Cheng Hui had been living in his aunt ’s home before he was 20 years old. Eight years ago, when his parents suddenly changed their jobs, he only returned to the country. When he was a younger sister, he was not a minor, and he did n’t believe the explanation that his parents explained to his younger sister. When he asked his aunt, he learned that this younger sister is a biological child, but fostered.

He asked his mother in private. The mother only said that he was a child of a relative in the country.

Of course Cheng Hui was unbelievable, but his mother refused to say a word anymore, and he didn't ask any more. Sheng Sheng then followed the parents' remarks and concealed the fact that she was not her own.

But Ms. Jiang's attitude ...

"Stinky boy," Ms. Jiang pushed Cheng Hui awkwardly, "I also learned from me."

Will be able to fight and scold, this is the mother's attitude towards their children.

"In short, pay attention to Shengsheng."

This board is looking serious, like his father, Ms. Jiang growled angrily: "Got it, get away, don't stop me from packing."

Cheng Hui smiled and avoided.

After a while, he looked straight and asked again: "Mom, Sheng Sheng is really a child of a relative in the country?"

Ms. Jiang lowered her head and answered after a while: "Otherwise? Where else can I pick up such a big child."

"Did that Sheng Sheng know a person named Shi Jin before?"

Ms. Jiang's face changed suddenly, and her tone appeared impatient: "When Jin, I haven't heard of it, so don't ask me more and more."

It's about Jiang Jiusheng. The gentle temper has always been a bit unwilling: "When Sheng Sheng was unconscious in the hospital, a young boy came to see Sheng Sheng."

At that time, Cheng Hui was staying in the hospital. He had only seen the teenager once, and he looked amazing. He knelt beside Sheng Sheng's bed and didn't know what to say. His eyes were red when he walked.

After a long time, the memory blurred the outline of the teenager. Cheng Hui only remembered that he was exquisitely born, and his eyes were so beautiful that he was thrilled at first glance, but he dared not look at the second one. But the vicissitudes were so cold that there was no temperature.

Cheng Hui said: "That person is Shi Jin."

Ms. Jiang kept her head down and kept busy, with a perfunctory tone: "You read it wrong." He looked up and urged, "Don't ask, you will send Sheng Sheng back to the hotel."

Yuelang was sparse, and the autumn was cold in the night.

Cheng Hui opened a large suite for Jiang Jiusheng. Mo Bing and Xiao Qiao had not yet arrived. She slept alone, the empty room, and the big bed. She had tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep.

She had a dream.

I dreamed of a young boy who couldn't see her face clearly, no matter how careful she looked, she knew that the outline of the boy was particularly clear.

It is the age of fresh clothes and angry horses.

In the dream, the boy stepped on the high stool and hammered the wooden boards on the windows one by one, nailing the windows to death, leaving no gaps.

The room was like a loft, it was very dim with little light.

In front of the window, the girl squatted and looked up at the teenager: "What are you doing?"

The teenager looked back, and his eyes were dark black stained with ink. He replied, "nail windows."

The girl stood up, wearing a white skirt, carrying the lights behind her, and her face was dim in the dark.

She asked the teenager: "Why nail all the windows?"

The sound of the hammer hitting was suddenly heavy and light, and it kept echoing in the enclosed space. The voice of the teenager was blown very softly by the wind coming through the hall.

He jumped from the high stool and took the girl's hand.

He said, "There are so many bad people out there. I want to hide you."

"I?" Dreams confused the girl's appearance, but the voice was clean, with a trace of hoarse, she asked the teenager again, "Who am I?"

The teenager brushed her face with his fingertips: "You are my sheng."

"What about you? Who are you?"

The teenager approached her with a vague face and a soft and gentle voice: "I am also a bad person."

He looked at her very close.

Without warning, his eyes suddenly turned into red blood.

The girl retreated sharply, and one stumbled down the stairs. Below, there was an open space, with grass, stones, swimming pools, dazzling lights and noisy music.

The girl looked up and looked around, strange and familiar, but the shadow of the teenager disappeared, turned back, the stairs disappeared, the attic disappeared, and only a flower garden was seen, **** liquid was pouring out of the glasshouse, and it was everywhere on the ground. It was all, looking down, only to find that the white skirt was also fainted with blood, she subconsciously went to wipe the skirt, and she suddenly found that she was holding a dagger in her hand, blood was dripping, dripping drop by drop, winding, following the blood on the ground, she looked up Looking over, there was a man lying next to the flowerbed, lying there motionless, covered in blood.

She wanted to call, want to run, but a **** hand dragged her, making her unable to move.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

It was the voice of the teenager, which passed through the layers of mist and filled her ears with the wind.

"Sheng Sheng."

The girl looked up and saw a hand, white and slender, a very beautiful hand, opened the thick haze.

"Come here, come to me."

The sound is like a bewitching.

She reached out and took that beautiful hand.

"Don't be afraid, I'll help you clean the skirt."

Then, the blood on her skirt stained his sleeves. He squatted in front of her knees and looked up at her eyes.

"Sheng Sheng is good."

"Give me the knife."

She shook her hand and slowly lifted it up. He took the knife in her hand, and blood dripped on the back of his hand, a very beautiful hand, very red blood.

Then the sound of the police car, and the whistle of the hospital ambulance ...

When Jiang Jiusheng woke up, the sun had shone into the window sill, and her head was hurt. She rubbed her eyebrows and recalled that it was a messy dream, chaotic and chaotic, and illogical.

(It will be available on May 2nd. The dream is not a memory. Things in the dream just reflect some past details. For example, a spoiler. When Jin and Shengsheng were together, there were murders, murders and Shengsheng Life experience. I really like spoilers!)

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