My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 98 098 Can I Kiss You

"Help me find out what happened to me eight years ago."

Yu Wen's charge was immediately serious: "What happened to you?"

Jiang Jiusheng passed by: "Nothing."

She is always like this, not reporting good news or worrying, she is bored with everything, even a glass of slag, which will be swallowed with blood and expressionlessly, with a crown, and never bow her head.

Yuwen Charge couldn't stand her like this. She said badly, "Nothing? When I'm stupid? Don't swallow your voice, and feel wronged and say, I have a good waist and can support you."

Jiang Jiusheng was amused, and the gloom between his eyebrows dissipated a lot: "Thank you boss."

Who is joking with you!

Yuwen charged and shouted: "Hurry back to me!"

After that, he hung up.

City hospital.

The last light at dusk fell, leaked through the cracks of the tree, and fell to the ground mottled, under the shade of a tree, a wooden chair, a person, a shadow, quiet and silent, and occasionally, the fallen leaves 簌簌.

Ms. Jiang grabbed her cell phone, walked over with difficulty, lowered her head, and shouted respectfully: "Six Young."

The man sitting on the wooden chair looked up, a pair of exquisite looks.

Qin Jia Liu Shao, who is not Shi Jin.

Subconsciously, Ms. Jiang shuddered slightly, and she choked up nervously: "I, I'm done as you asked."

Shi Jin pondered silently, resting his hand on the armrest of the wooden chair, tapping gently with his fingertips, da, da, da ... One click, knocking on the wooden chair.

Suddenly he moved, and Ms. Jiang's heart fluttered into her throat.

"I raised Sheng Sheng in your house, was it wronged for her?" His voice was slow, his drooping eyelashes were raised slightly, and it was a deep paint.

It is rumored from the outside world that the eleven young masters of the Qin family, except for the six young people, do not fight, do not scramble, and the elegance is not like the Qin family. That is the way those people have not seen Liu Shao stabbing people with a knife.

Ms. Jiang was trembling, and tremblingly said unfavorably: "Yes, I'm sorry Liu Shao, I was negligent, and I won't do it in the future."

"Don't show your feet again," Shi Jin said, his tone suddenly soft, "My Shengsheng is very smart."

Ms. Jiang bowed her head: "I remember."

"If there is another time,"

When the words came to an end, Shi Jin got up and walked out of the shade.

If there is next time ...

Ms. Jiang couldn't help shivering, looking at her back, her body was soft for a while, and her back was full of cold sweat. If it weren't for her use, probably, she would have to peel off without dying.

The sun was setting and the sky was covered with the evening glow. The man was carrying a golden shimmer, his head was slightly lowered, and his slender fingers held the phone.

"There is a woman named Wu Yanyan." He murmured, carrying the chill of early winter, "let her suffer a bit."

"Yes, six young."

The eleven sons of the Qin family and the six-year-old Jin Jin are known for their graceful manners, which are rarely known. Under the skin of a modest gentleman, they are extremely violent and fierce.

When it was dark, Jiang Jiusheng received a call from Cheng Hui.

"Wu Yanyan had a car accident on her way home."

She asked, "Is it badly hurt?"

"There's no danger to life, but lie on the bed for a while."

In this regard, Jiang Jiusheng did not say a word, did not gloat or gloat, nor did he grieve, and his heart was surprisingly calm.

Mo Bing, who was on the side, said: "The retribution came really fast."

Jiang Jiusheng was uncomfortable, got up, and went to Shijin's room.

Mo Bing asked: "Why do you go?"

She looked back with ease: "I'm not in a good mood, I want to see Shi Jin's face."

Mo Bing: "..."

At eight o'clock, Shi Jin returned to the hotel. Jiang Jiusheng had waited for half an hour in his room. When she heard the opening of the entrance, she immediately ran over, acting like a conditioned reflex.

She spoke first: "Where have you been?"

Shi Jin froze for a moment, and when she looked at her, her eyes were slightly hot.

It seems too irritating, Jiang Jiusheng explained: "I'm looking for you for dinner."

Shi Jin passed the bag in his hand: "I bought you porridge."

She smiled and walked over to the table, suddenly thinking: "How about Bomei? What does it eat at home? Does anyone feed it?"

Shi Jin changed his shoes: "Sent to Dr. Xu."

There is a kitchen in the senior suite. Jiang Jiusheng went to the kitchen to get the tableware. When Shi Jin followed her, he followed her wherever he went, took the tableware in her hand, and washed it with water.

Jiang Jiusheng leaned in front of the cupboard, watching Shi Jin busy and wanted to help him.

He had water on his hand, wanted to pull her, and paused, leaned sideways and told her: "The water is cold, don't touch it."

She smiled and continued Bomei's topic: "Doesn't Dr. Xu go to work? Does Bomei feed anyone?"

"Nanny."

Shi Jin washed the tableware and took her back to the table.

Jiang Jiusheng had a lot of talk and no details: "Bomei admitted a little bit. Will it be sent to Dr. Xu? Will it make a fuss? When it gets angry, it will go on a hunger strike."

He frowned slightly: "Hungry will naturally eat."

"Did you tell Dr. Xu? Bomei is picky and eats only fixed brands of dog food and milk powder—"

Shi Jin put down the tableware in his hand and looked up at her: "Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng wondered: "Huh?"

He stretched his beautiful face tightly and his lips stiffened: "You keep saying Jiang Bomei, I will mind."

Jiang Jiusheng realized this and was surprised: "Are you jealous?"

Shi Jin nodded: "Yes." His eyes were burning, and there was no point in joking.

Can't see it, the doctor when the breeze is in the sky will actually compete with a dog.

Jiang Jiusheng could not help but end: "Well, I see."

Then, she kept silent about Bo Mei, and Shi Jin was satisfied.

Perhaps it was because I ate hot pot at noon. In the middle of the night, Jiang Jiusheng was awakened. Jiang Jiusheng's menstrual period has always been inaccurate, and the dysmenorrhea is very serious, and it is better to avoid it.

After sweating, the whole person was groggy. She touched the phone on the bedside table, hesitated, and pressed the number one key.

It's Shi Jin.

"What's the matter, Sheng Sheng?" He had a clear voice and was not drowsy.

Jiang Jiusheng was covered in quilt and her voice was soft and weak. She spoke slowly: "Abdominal pain."

With a thud, something knocked down.

Shi Jin asked her: "Can you get up?"

He should be nervous and his voice straightened.

Jiang Jiusheng yelled, mosquitoes.

Clap.

On the phone, there was a clear voice when Jin opened the door.

Their rooms are on the same floor, only a dozen meters apart. Jiang Jiusheng pressed his belly with one hand and drilled the quilt with difficulty: "I will open the door for you."

Where does Shi Jin rest assured: "Don't move." He said a little anxiously, "Let's lie down, I will let the front desk open for me."

She lay back again, her eyelids were heavy, her abdomen seemed to be tumbling, the pain was not enough, some chaos was chaotic, the phone was placed on the pillow, and the hands-free was on. . "

"it is good."

"It hurts?"

"Ok."

"Sheng Sheng, bear with me, I'll be here soon."

"Sheng Sheng ..."

He couldn't quite understand what he said. She was half asleep and awake. After a while, someone gently shook her shoulder.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng opened his eyes strenuously, and a desk lamp lit up on Shi Jin's face, close at hand, his eyes were reddish, with some red blood.

"Shi Jin." She shouted to him, her voice dry and unreasonable.

Shi Jin leaned over and hugged her up, letting her lie down to the right: "Sleeping like this would be more comfortable." She put a pillow under her waist again, "Sheng Sheng, take it away, I will press it for you."

She took her hand away.

He rubbed his hands, and after getting warm, he lay down on the bed and massaged the points on her abdomen.

The effect is very fast, and it seems to be less painful. Jiang Jiusheng wonders, it is nice to have a doctor boyfriend.

When her consciousness became clearer, she remembered: "Shi Jin, the bed sheet is dirty." She had a low voice and was a little embarrassed.

Shi Jin pacified softly: "It doesn't matter, if it's dirty, it's dirty."

She also said: "Mo Bing is asleep and does not want to wake her, but I don't have that."

He has a good temper and touched her forehead with his forehead: "You will sleep for a while and I will buy it for you."

"Ok."

She was in a trance, closing her eyes after a sentence.

Shi Jin covered her quilt, filled the beverage bottle at the bed with hot water, wrapped a layer of dry towel, put it on her belly, leaned over and kissed her on the face: "I will come back soon."

The supermarket is far away. Within two hundred meters of the hotel, there is a 24-hour convenience store. At this point, there is no guest in the store. Porridge.

It happened that the topic was Jiang Jiusheng.

The little girl at the cash register was in her early twenties. Like a part-time student, she burned a long roll and wore a rock well, and her voice was not small: "Do n’t pull it off, Jiang Fei? He glanced? "

At this time, the shop door was pushed open, a cold wind rushed in, and the little girl at the cash register caught a figure. She didn't see much, and she lowered her leg and sat up straight, continuing to talk on the phone.

"But I think Grandpa Sheng might be in love. There is a story in the title song. Is there an urban love story?"

There is also a girl over the phone, who can hear the tone and can't hear exactly what was said.

Here stood up excitedly: "I bet that five packs of spicy strips are not the boss of Yuwen!"

"It's more impossible to be thankful."

"Maybe outsiders."

"My grandpa--"

The little girl's words were interrupted, and there was a clear voice: "Excuse me, where is the warm palace?"

What, warm palace stickers?

In front of the cash register, the girl stupidly held the phone for five seconds, and then said stupidly: "The first row on the left and the left, the bottom."

"Thank you."

Shi Jin thanked and went straight to the left shelf.

The girl over the phone raised her voice: "Hey, why don't you say anything?"

Hang up the phone directly here, then wipe your eyes, take a closer look, lying trough! I saw a side face, the beauty of prosperity is undoubtedly!

calm down!

The little girl at the cash register took a deep breath, took out her makeup mirror from her pocket, took a photo, took care of the bangs, then stood upright, raised her head and stood up, and faced the oncoming customers. A little bit floating.

Shi Jin put things on the cash register, and then looked up: "Checkout."

This sound is so **** good, the ears are going to be pregnant!

"The credit card is still there--" She fixed her gaze, stunned, and stunned, "Cash, cash."

Fuck, this is the beauty of heaven and earth, it scares the baby in the near future! There is this temperament, every move exudes the elegance of the nobility.

"Swipe." Shi Jin said.

"Oh." The girl froze for a few seconds, shaking her hand and scanning the code, striking sideways with her courage, "Is it for my girlfriend?"

The other party answered generously: "Yes."

Sure enough, a boyfriend who does not disappoint is always someone else's.

"A total of 134."

Shi Jin handed out the card: "Thank you."

The card is black.

The hand that passes the card is not beautiful.

What's more, even if people and gods are indignant, even a polite gentleman.

The little girl was not calm. She peeped at the other person's hand while collecting the cash. She didn't dare to look at her face. She was afraid to get pregnant. She only dared to look at her hand. Then she saw that hand reached the container next to the cash register.

Shi Jin put things on the cash register: "This is together."

She was stupid: "Ah?"

Five packs of spicy strips?

Nobles also eat spicy strips?

Shi Jin smiled faintly and said, "You won."

Then he took the card and shopping bag and turned to leave.

Won, what did she win? Wait, she just bet on five packs of spicy strips. The male ticket for Grandpa Sheng is not the boss of Yuwen, but how did she win?

The little girl at the cash register looked dumbfounded, glanced at the five packs of spicy strips in front of him, and then looked at the noble gentleman who had walked out of the store, and then took out her mobile phone and dialed his girlfriend's phone.

"Just now a handsome man came to buy things."

"Specially like the little brother of the surgeon you were fascinated the other day."

Speaking of the doctor ’s little brother, it was another sad thing. The video of the little brother ’s live thoracotomy was on the Internet overnight, but the next day, all related news and topics disappeared out of thin air, just like a tornado. Going faster and faster, the evil thing is that there is no way to search for that video on the Internet. Only a few blurry photos are still being madly passed. The quality is too poor. Where can I see the doctor ’s brother ’s prosperity? Yan and girlfriends went to the Department of Surgery of Tianbei First Hospital, not to mention the encounter with the younger brother.

On the Internet, a group of young girls with a splendid spring heart have just given up their hearts and fell in love collectively.

Pull away, far away.

The little girl continued to chatter: "Really, that value, I can kneel."

"Seeing him laugh, at that moment I thought about what our child's name was."

"He gave me five packs of spicy strips, and I was wondering if I would provide them."

The girlfriends asked her what to do and why she didn't do it. This kind of superb quality would rather be posted upside down than letting go.

"Oh, he came to buy sanitary napkins and warm house stickers." The little girl at the cash register looked irresistible. "His girlfriend must have saved the galaxy in his last life."

Eh!

With a sigh, she looked out the window, and the man had gone away.

Mu moonlight, blurred figure.

The night and the moon set against each other, and the man's face was fascinated, and everything was lost.

Papa--

Shi Jin is back.

"Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng drilled his head out of the quilt. The symptoms of abdominal pain were much better. With a little energy, he looked at Shi Jin by the bedside lamp: "I'm back."

He put things down, sat down on the head of the bed, touched the temperature on her forehead, but did not burn, and sweated a lot.

"Do you get up?"

"Well." Jiang Jiusheng nodded and wanted to get up.

He supported her by the waist: "I will take you to the bathroom."

Before she refused, he took her out of the quilt, she sweated a lot, the whole person was wet, and her eyes were wet.

Without looking in the mirror, Jiang Jiusheng also knew how embarrassed she was now, uncomfortably pulling the pajamas and whispering: "The clothes and quilt are dirty."

Even if he is free and relaxed, Jiang Jiusheng can't be calm.

Shi Jin looked down and looked at her in her arms: "It's okay."

The voice became smaller and smaller: "Clothes."

"You wash it first, I'll get it for you."

Jiang Jiusheng was too embarrassed to speak, embracing Shi Jin's neck and buried his face in his neck.

He put out the hot water before he went out: "Well, call me."

"Ok."

Probably taking into account Jiang Jiusheng's thin skin and whether the clothes were sent by Shi Jin to the bathroom. He called the room service. The waitress was very friendly and polite without any discomfort. After the clothes were delivered, the dirty sheets were replaced.

"Sorry, may I borrow the hotel kitchen?"

The waitress glanced up at her, and her face was hot, so she bowed her head and said, "Yes, sir."

"Take me a trip, please."

"Okay, sir."

Shi Jin glanced at the bathroom door and said, "Can I wait a few minutes, my girlfriend hasn't come out yet."

The waitress nodded with a smile, left the room, went to the door and waited.

In star-rated hotels, there are frequent exchanges between rich and wealthy sons, but it is the first time to see such an elegant and noble gentleman. Even if he is distinguished, he does not have the slightest arrogance.

After finishing, Jiang Jiusheng just crept out of the bathroom, the water temperature was too hot, and her eyes were flushed.

Shi Jin walked over: "Should I hold you over?"

She shook her head: "It's much better."

He said nothing, led her to the room, helped her to lie down, then leaned over and lifted up the sweater outside her.

Jiang Jiusheng was stunned and his eyes widened slightly, but he remained motionless, allowing Shi Jin to open her clothes.

He said: "Checked online, it would be more comfortable to post this."

It's a warm house sticker. It's in a yellow bag.

Shi Jin looked at the words above with the light of the bedside lamp, and Jiang Jiusheng looked at him with the light. He stared at the small bag of things carefully, his long eyelashes hanging down like two small fans, and put the beautiful shadow on the eyelid.

The profile of the side face is soft and unbelievably beautiful.

Jiang Jiusheng was a little preoccupied, like having a dream. There were mountains and water, peach blossoms, and Shi Jin.

How could there be such a good person, she thought, she might have a lot of blessings in her life.

The warmed-up patch that was just torn apart was a little cold. Shi Jin put it on her hand for a moment before putting it on her abdomen. The movement was cautious and cautious. She seemed to be afraid of offending her. There was almost no skin contact. Pull her clothes and cover them with a quilt.

She stared at him quietly and quietly.

Shi Jin put her hand in the quilt: "You sleep for a while, I'll cook **** soup for you."

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "Don't drink anymore, it's not so painful anymore. It's too late. You go back to bed." He came to catch the wind and cold, and he wasn't completely exhausted.

Shi Jin was very patient and coaxed gently: "Good, obedient."

Then she was obedient.

Jiang Jiusheng understood, as long as Shi Jin talked softly, like Bo Mei, haunted her, she forgot all principles, what to say, what to listen to, what to give.

Shi Jin went to borrow the hotel kitchen, Jiang Jiusheng was waiting in the room, and there was nothing to fall asleep. The warm palace on his stomach was hot. The abdominal pain was much better. After a few twists and turns, he couldn't sleep. It was strange. It's all like Shi Jin's breath, not very strong, but enough to make her uneasy, and don't know what to think, only know that Shi Jin is full of brains.

About ten minutes later, Shi Jin came back. He said he borrowed a heat preservation bucket from the hotel. He said it was very hot. He said that she did not like ginger, so she only put it a little bit.

He said, "I feed you."

Jiang Jiusheng all said yes, it is estimated that no matter what Shi Jin said, she could not refuse.

Shi Jin laughed lowly, leaned her against the head of the bed, tried the temperature of **** soup, and fed it to her mouth.

"It's different from what my assistant cooks." She tasted it, and the curved peach blossoms squinted and said, "It's delicious."

Shi Jin drew a piece of paper and wiped the thin sweat on her forehead: "I added red dates and longan, and a little honey."

When she was a doctor, she was really virtuous.

"Sweet?" Shi Jin asked.

"Ok."

Jiang Jiusheng nodded, took the spoon with a smile, and scooped it to his mouth: "You try."

Shi Jin looked at her, and the warm light fell on his eyes. She could clearly see his own shadow in his eyes, clear and smiling.

Seeing that he was not moving, Jiang Jiusheng passed the spoon over a few minutes.

He suddenly took her hand,

"what happened?"

Shi Jin held her hand instead and returned the spoon to her mouth. She didn't know why, so she stuck out her tongue and licked it, and drank it.

When she finished drinking, Shi Jin put down the thermos in her hand: "Sheng Sheng, I want to kiss you, can you?"

She nodded, saying yes, and raised her arms around Shi Jin's neck.

He bowed his head and kissed her lips.

It has the taste of brown sugar and honey, sweet and greasy.

He licked her lips patiently, as if he wanted to go step by step, the tip of his tongue went a little deeper, but he could n’t hold back, clasped her waist, and kissed heavily, leaving no room for breathing, asking between her lips and teeth, deep and Lingering.

A kiss, eager to violent, not gentle at all.

The genuine group has not yet been opened, how can the welfare be so fast, just just together! You little fairies! A good genuine subscription, there will be welfare later, and such things have to take place naturally, wait for Ha, obediently, when I write the welfare, I will tell you to go around the world.

The part of the inverted V is opened, do you want to make up for you?

(End of this chapter)