My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Blood can really excite him.

He suppressed his emotions before raising his head again.

Jiang Jiusheng got up and walked behind him.

When Shi Jin was sitting, she stood bent over and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead with her fingertips: "Are you tired?"

Shi Jin nodded: "It's more tiring than my operation." He said, "Remote guidance is no better than in-person surgery, and the risk of misjudgment is higher."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't know medicine, but admired Shi Jin's professionalism, he was so unruffled in the face of danger, either because of the benevolence of the doctor, or because he specialized in surgery. In short, his appearance during the operation was not as elegant and indifferent as usual, serious and sacred.

As for him, he may be a born healer.

Jiang Jiusheng raised his hand and pressed Shi Jin's temple. The technique was learned from Xiao Qiao, and the movements were a bit clumsy.

Shi Jin held her eyes, looked up and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Jiang Jiusheng gave a very honest answer: "I wanted to watch the operation process, but I don't know what's going on, so I just want to watch you."

He smiled: "Like?"

She nodded and admitted: "I like it very much." She leaned over and kissed Shi Jin on the cheek, "I like you, and I also like that you are a doctor."

He probably didn't know how shocked he was when he saved people, and it was nothing more than thrilling.

Shi Jin stared suddenly: "Then what if I'm not a doctor?"

Jiang Jiusheng said without hesitation, "There is no such if."

He is silent.

Indeed, he will definitely become what she likes, there will be no difference or if.

"And," Jiang Jiusheng paused.

Shi Jin entangled her gaze, with a burning brilliance in his eyes: "And what?"

"And even if you're not Doctor Shi," Jiang Jiusheng said slowly, "you will still be my Mr. Shi."

Shi Jin raised her lips with a slight smile, and her eyes were filled with gentle water.

The way she smiles is so pretty.

Jiang Jiusheng stretched out her hand, walked around behind Shi Jin, picked up the fruit plate on the desk, and picked a beautiful strawberry. She took a bite, leaned over, pressed against Shi Jin's lips, and pushed in with the tip of her tongue.

Shi Jin was very cooperative and opened his mouth slightly.

Jiang Jiusheng backed away a little, licked his lips: "Is it sweet?"

"sweet."

The Adam's apple rolled, Shi Jin swallowed it, and then grabbed her who was about to back up: "Shengsheng."

"Um?"

He didn't speak, he hugged Jiang Jiusheng and changed positions, he stood up, she sat, and when he lowered his head, his lips just touched her lips, with the tip of his tongue sticking out, his mouth was full of the sweet and sour taste of strawberries .

They rubbed their ears together and made out for a long time.

Shi Jin backed away a little: "Shall I draw you a picture?"

Jiang Jiusheng licked her lips numbly: "Why do you suddenly want to draw?"

"Today you praised street painters."

so?

Shi Jin said concisely: "Desire to win."

"..."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and nodded, "What pose do you want to pose?"

Shi Jin got up, found a pencil and blank paper on the desk, and said, "As long as you feel comfortable."

Jiang Jiusheng moved his chair, propped his chin, and half-lyed on the table.

Shi Jin turned the desk lamp towards him: "Will it be dazzling?"

"Won't."

Only then did Shi Jin start to trace on the paper. He lowered his head to draw seriously, and looked up at her from time to time. The light was dimmed so that it wasn't too dazzling, but Shi Jin had stars hidden in his eyes, which were radiant and eye-catching.

Jiang Jiusheng lay on the table looking at Shi Jin's paintings. After only ten minutes, she fell asleep and thought in a daze: Shi Jin is more effective than her sleeping pills.

Shi Jin put down his pen, lay down on the table, looked at her for a long time, kissed her face, and then gently carried her to bed to sleep.

Jiang Jiusheng babbled something in his sleep, didn't open his eyes, and continued to sleep. Probably because she was tired from the concert, and she was sound asleep. Shi Jin wiped her face and hands, but she didn't wake up. He sat on the bed and watched over her for a while, turned off the light, and changed her clothes.

There is no light, only the faint moonlight from outside the window, soft and dim yellow, cast a shadow on the ground.

At night, Shi Jin's voice was very soft: "Baby, raise your hand."

The sleeping Jiang Jiusheng was extremely obedient.

The next day, the wind in Hui was smooth and the winter sun was slightly warm.

Jiang Jiusheng woke up naturally when she fell asleep. There was a cup of warm water on the bedside and a painting. In the painting, she was exquisite and beautiful. The paper was signed and the word Shi Jin was written on it. She liked it very much. She took the painting Store it carefully, then put on a coat and go downstairs.

Downstairs, Shi Jin was making breakfast.

She said morning, drowsy, her eyes half-closed.

"Breakfast is almost ready, you go brush your teeth first." Shi Jin walked over and lightly pressed the curled hair on the top of her head, "The toothpaste and towels are placed on the sink, don't wash them in cold water."

Just getting up, Jiang Jiusheng was still a little dazed, and went to the bathroom, and then, within half a minute, she trotted out.

"Shi Jin."

He responded in the kitchen: "Huh?"

Still holding the toothbrush in her hand, she asked Shi Jin, "Who changed my clothes?"

Shi Jin turned off the fire, walked out of the kitchen, wiped the toothpaste foam from the corner of her mouth with her fingertips, and said, "Shengsheng, we are the only ones here."

In other words, it was Shi Jin who changed it.

Seeing that she was silent, Shi Jin was a little embarrassed and asked, "Do you mind?"

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head.

Shi Jin loosened his brows slightly: "You are a sound sleeper, I can't bear to wake you up." After a pause, he added, "I turned off the light."

She buried her head, her face was hot, her heart was itchy, and her emotions were strange and inexplicable.

"Sorry," Shi Jin said, "I didn't ask for your prior consent."

Jiang Jiusheng almost blurted out: "I agree."

He smiled, eyes full of pleasure.

Jiang Jiusheng was completely embarrassed, she was finished, how did her not stupid temper come to Shi Jin's place, she was so stupid.

Shi Jin rubbed her hair: "Go wash your face first, and I'll serve you porridge."

"oh."

After the meal, Shi Jin's medical assistant called, roughly meaning—is Doctor Shi ready for vacation? If you don't go back to the hospital, the patients will be dying.

Euphemisms like this.

Jiang Jiusheng felt that Tianbei Hospital might close down without her family, Shi Jin.

She stood by the sink and wanted to help Shi Jin wash the dishes, but he didn't let her touch the water. She said, "Let's go back tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter, you can stay as long as you want."

After thinking about it, the doctor's time at her home is life.

Jiang Jiusheng then said, "The company is still waiting for me to go back to hold a celebration banquet. Tomorrow night, you can attend with me."

Shi Jin followed her will.

Jiang Jiusheng doesn't like to be lively, even if he has free time, he doesn't want to go out. In the morning, he spends the morning watching a movie in the audio-visual room of the hotel, and Shi Jin accompanies her to watch it. A well-known actor with first-class acting skills.

Of course, the appearance and figure are also top-notch.

Jiang Jiusheng boasted casually: "The abdominal muscles are trained beautifully."

Six yuan, neat, not exaggerated, just right, full of masculinity.

Really, she's just talking things out.

Not long after she finished speaking, Shi Jin calmly replied, "I have it too."

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help laughing. She only recently discovered that Shi Jin's desire to win is not as strong as usual.

Then, after five minutes...

Shi Jin carried her over and let her sit on his lap.

"What's wrong?"

Shi Jin didn't return, grabbed her hand, put it from the sweater at home, started from his abdomen, and took her hand upwards. It was cold, and her hand was slightly cold, which made Shi Jin's body hot .

"Shengsheng," Shi Jin asked in a low voice, a little hoarse, "Have you counted clearly?"

Jiang Jiusheng nodded.

Well, Shi Jin has eight dollars, it's not too abrupt, his texture is clear, it must be good-looking, she is not shy at all, she puts her other hand into his sweater, suddenly wants to take off Shi Jin's clothes, is hesitating Then, her moving hand suddenly stopped.

"Shi Jin, you—"

Shi Jin's cheeks were dyed pink, and he moved his body back: "Sorry."

He let her go, stood up unnaturally, turned around, walked to the bathroom without saying a word, and then the sound of water came out.

Jiang Jiusheng sat upright as if nothing had happened, picked up the remote control, turned up the sound of the movie to the maximum, then covered his hot face and laughed out loud.

This movie is totally unbearable.

Jiang Jiusheng suggested going out for lunch, because she couldn't bear Shi Jin to cook for her every day, she was not familiar with Zhongnan, the place was chosen by Shi Jin, not far from the B\u0026B, 20 minutes' drive away.

It is a very stylish western restaurant with elegant decoration. It can be seen that it is not a simple place. The customers who enter and exit the store are dressed in extraordinary clothes. They must be either rich or expensive. Oh, she even met a familiar artist.

Generally speaking, it's hard to find such a place, but judging from the waiter's attitude towards Shi Jin, it seems that he knows it, respectful and reserved.

Shi Jin asked for a separate VIP room, and after Jiang Jiusheng took his seat, he asked Shi Jin, "Have you been here before?"

"Yeah." He nodded, didn't say much, just asked her, "What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask any more questions, "Order."

Shi Jin called the waiter over to order, Jiang Jiusheng glanced at the menu, the names of the dishes were all unfamiliar, but he knew her preferences, so she didn't need to bother, but she wanted iced desserts.

Shi Jin didn't follow her: "It's too cold now, your stomach can't bear it."

Jiang Jiusheng gave up, and in Mo Bing's words, only Shi Jin could control her.

While waiting for the meal, Shi Jin asked her for a cup of warm water. When the waiter went out, he didn't close the door tightly. When the wind blew, it was half-opened. Suddenly, a figure stopped at the door.

It's a man.

He called out: "Shi Jin."

Jiang Jiusheng looked up, the man at the door was tall, gentle and elegant, with a white glove on his right hand, he pushed the door and came in with a very familiar tone: "Why didn't you say anything when you returned to Zhongnan?" The man had a pair of eagle eyes, Very fierce, but with a smile, he set his eyes on Jiang Jiusheng and examined him, "Who is this?"

Hidden knife in smile.

Jiang Jiusheng suddenly thought of this word, she just looked at Shi Jin without saying a word.

Shi Jin got up, leaving only one sentence: "Shengsheng, you eat first, I'll be right back."

He left in a hurry, but it was the man who interrupted rashly, looking at Jiang Jiusheng leisurely, his eyes unscrupulous, as if he was strolling in the courtyard.

"Come out." It was Shi Jin's voice, as cold as ice.

Only then did the man follow out.

The door was closed.

Jiang Jiusheng only felt a little tight in his heart, a little uneasy.

Shi Jin walked ten meters away, leaned against the wall of the corridor, raised his eyes, his expression was cold, with a sense of distance: "What's the matter?"

The man had a smile in his eyes, folded his left hand on the back of his right hand, and stroked the glove: "We are brothers, what else do we need to say hello to?"

Shi Jin obviously didn't want Zhou Xuan, so he turned around and left.

"The woman inside," the man dragged his tone, his eyes were meaningful, "won't you introduce me?"

A pair of eagle eyes, half a smile is not a smile.

Of the eleven sons of the Qin family, the second youngest is Qin Mingli, who is unpredictable and known as a Confucian businessman. However, the person who controls nearly half of the Qin family's underground business is not a ruthless character, most likely a smiling tiger with a hidden needle in his face.

Shi Jin stopped, looked back, his eyes were indifferent, and he only said: "It has nothing to do with you."

"How can it be irrelevant?" Qin Mingli closed his smile, his eyes were specious, and he looked at Shi Jin, "If you are future siblings, of course you have to get to know them better."

"Your little finger." After a pause, Shi Jin raised his eyes, with frost in his eyes, "Why didn't you forget?"

Qin Mingli's face suddenly turned cold, his right hand was hanging by his side, he clenched it tightly, and the tail finger of the white glove was shriveled, leaving a section empty.

At the end of the corridor, the bamboo door was pushed open unexpectedly, and the person at the door just took a step, but stopped abruptly.

"Who's out there?"

You can tell you are old when you hear it, but the voice is like a bell, full of energy.

Qin Xiaoyi was still standing at the door, looked at the people in the corridor, and replied, "Dad, it's Brother Six."

In the room, there were more than ten people sitting around the log round table. The person sitting on the seat was Qin Xing, the patriarch of the Qin family. Everyone in the three central and southern provinces respectfully called him Lord Qin. Hale and hale, raising one's eyes even a little bit makes one shudder.

"come in."

The tone is commanding, commanding, and unquestionable.

Qin Mingli glanced past Shi Jin, and stepped into the room first. After a while, his white and slender hand pushed the door open and landed on the doorknob.

Without going in, Shi Jin stood at the door with cold eyes.

The Qin family at the table all stopped their chopsticks and remained silent, assessing the situation but remaining calm.

Qin Xing didn't raise his eyes, and his voice was thick and powerful: "Sit down and eat first."

The tone is consistent and involuntary.

No one in the room answered, except Shi Jin, who was still standing at the door, calmly and indifferently, said: "Someone is waiting for me."

In the entire Qin family, only Shi Jin dared to go his own way.

Qin Xing's face turned cold, and he was a bit annoyed: "Let's eat first, and come back to Qin's house with me after we're done."

Shi Jin ignored it: "Use it slowly."

Two words, neither hot nor cold, and when he finished speaking, he turned around.

The lid of the cup was snapped off suddenly, Qin Xing raised his eyes, Thunder was furious: "Stop!"

Shi Jin paused for a moment, but didn't look back.

Shi Jin was the only one in the entire Qin family who acted recklessly and refused to be disciplined at all. The Qin family couldn't get into his eyes. Even his father, he never paid attention to him. .

All his life, Qin Xing spent most of his life licking blood from the edge of a knife. He had never seen any bloody storms. He had passed the age of youth and vigor, and only the sixth son, Shi Jin, made him happy and angry time and time again.

He flew into a rage and said, "Even if you don't return to the Qin family, you are still my Qin Xing's son. If I want to force you to come back, there are plenty of ways."

When Shi Jin heard this, he turned around, "Like eight years ago?"

His eyes were like a well in late autumn, calm and cold.

No one in the Qin family present answered the conversation, and fell silent suddenly.

Eight years ago, Shi Jin was still the most important future helm of the Qin family. There were not a few Qin family members who coveted that position, but no one could shake him in the slightest.

Until he brought back a sixteen-year-old girl.

He raised the girl in a small detached building, locked the doors and windows, and put a gun at the door. No one could enter except himself and his confidantes. There were also people who did not obey, and they were abolished by him. After the feet, no one dares to be blatant.

No one in the Qin family had ever seen that girl, and they couldn't find any information about her. She was too well protected by Shi Jin, probably because of this, many eyes were fixed on that small building.

Such as Qin Xing, such as Qin Mingli.

How can the helm of the Qin family have weaknesses.

The helm of the Qin family finally has a death spot.

Later, the girl died.

Shi Jin broke one of Qin Mingli's fingers, and after that, he never stepped into the Qin family's gate again.

After touching for about ten minutes, Shi Jin still didn't come back. Jiang Jiusheng was a little anxious and looked at the door frequently.

The waitress came in for the second time and asked: "Miss, would you like to serve now?"

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "We need to wait a little longer."

"Okay." The waiter withdrew.

Jiang Jiusheng stopped her: "Can you serve me red wine first?"

"No problem, please wait a moment." The waiter hesitated, a little embarrassed, "Can I sign an autograph? I'm your fan."

It was a young woman, very shy.

Jiang Jiusheng nodded and said yes, and asked, "Where is the signature?"

The waitress hurriedly took out a ballpoint pen that had been hidden long ago from her sleeve, put down the silk scarf around her neck, laid it flat on the table, and said impatiently, "Here."

Jiang Jiusheng took the pen and signed his name on the corner of the silk scarf neatly.

The waitress thanked her twice, carefully folded the silk scarf and tied it back around her neck. Before leaving, she whispered, "Your boyfriend is very handsome."

Jiang Jiusheng said generously, "Thank you."

The alcohol content of the red wine was very low, not strong alcohol. Jiang Jiusheng drank two glasses in a row, but Shi Jin hadn't returned yet, so she put on her mask and got up to go to the bathroom.

Walking in the aisle, suddenly someone behind me shouted: "Sister."

Jiang Jiusheng turned around and saw a very beautiful boy.

He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, picturesque eyebrows, very beautiful and clean, especially his eyes, which were as clear as a piece of fine jade, not carefully carved, but pure and clear.

The boy was looking at her with eyes like water.

Jiang Jiusheng asked, "Are you calling me?"

He didn't answer, just stared carefully with his beautiful eyes for a long time without saying a word.

Jiang Jiusheng waited for a while, but before he got a word, he smiled politely and turned to leave, but the young man followed behind him, taking a few steps at a leisurely pace.

She turned her head and looked at the boy's face, she couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted, and asked patiently: "What's the matter?"

He still didn't speak, just looked at her, his pupils were as beautiful as glass beads.

Like not knowing the world.

It's like going through vicissitudes.

Jiang Jiusheng felt contradictory about the young man, his eyes were clearly black and white, but there was a little haze hiding in the depths.

She repeated: "Did you have something to say to me?"

Except for the "sister" before, the boy never spoke again.

Jiang Jiusheng was at a loss for what to do. Just at this moment, a young woman walked towards him. The woman lowered her head and walked hurriedly, bumping into the young man's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The woman apologized repeatedly.

The young man seemed to be frightened, avoided the other party's eyes, retreated into the corner of the wall, turned his back, bent his body, trembling slightly.

Only then did Jiang Jiusheng confirm that this beautiful boy was different from normal people.

She thought for a long time, stepped forward, thought for a while, then took two steps back, and asked the boy, "Do you need my help?"

The boy turned his head slightly and glanced at her, with eager and complicated emotions in his eyes.

He doesn't seem to be afraid of her.

Jiang Jiusheng tentatively said, "There are a lot of people here, can I go over there?"

The teenager nodded.

Jiang Jiusheng led him to a place where there were few people. Before he had taken two steps, someone was calling behind him.

"Jin Yu."

"Jin Yu."

The boy stopped.

Jiang Jiusheng followed and turned around. It was a woman who was calling. She was dressed in extraordinary clothes and looked eager. There was a young woman beside the woman.

She didn't recognize the woman, but she recognized the young woman, Wen Shihao, the jewel in the palm of the Wen family.

Apparently, Wen Shihao also saw her and the young man walking over with the woman.

When the woman found the young man, she breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the young man to her side, and said anxiously and angrily, "Why did you come here?"

Presumably, this woman is the eldest daughter of the Wen family, a compatriot sister who is more than ten years behind Wen Shuning, she looks a little old, and she looks very similar to Wen Shihao.

From this point of view, this young man is probably the young master of the Wen family who can't see the head and the tail. It is only rumored that the young master of the Wen family is in poor health and is placed abroad for recuperation. No matter how hard the media digs, there is no news about it come out.

"Jiang Jiusheng?" Only then did Wen Shihao notice that the person in front was wearing a mask, covering most of his face.

Jiang Jiusheng replied lightly: "Miss Wen."

Wen Shihao said 'what a coincidence', turned around and said to the people beside her, "Mom, take Jin Yu back first."

Wen Shuhua nodded, and pulled the boy away.

But he didn't move, still staring at Jiang Jiusheng, opened his mouth awkwardly, and squeezed out two words: "Number, code."

"Do you want my number?"

The teenager nodded.

Jiang Jiusheng called the waiter, asked for a pen and paper, wrote a series of numbers and handed it to the boy.

The boy took it, his lips that had been pursed slightly raised a little, and then left with his mother.

Wen Shihao's tone was surprised: "He actually talked to you."

Jiang Jiusheng's eyes followed the young man's receding back, and he felt a sense of loss. For some reason, he always felt that that back seemed familiar.

"That's my younger brother," Wen Shihao said, "He has suffered from autism for many years and doesn't talk much, but he seems to like you very much."

Such a beautiful young man, Jiang Jiusheng was so happy for his new life, he rarely agreed: "It should be, he just called my sister."

"Probably mistaken person." Wen Shihao looked at Jiang Jiusheng with deep meaning in his eyes, "Do you remember the first time I met you? I almost got confused, you look like Jin Yu's sister, she is also called Jiang Jiusheng, eight He passed away a year ago, and since then Jin Yu has stopped talking."

Jiang Jiusheng frowned slightly.

Wen Shihao looked gentle and understanding: "Is the relationship a little messy?" When she was speaking, she kept looking at Jiang Jiusheng, "Jinyu's surname is Jiang, and he is half-brother with me. His other sister is my stepfather and his sister. Daughter by ex-wife."

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(Come on, let's guess who Shengsheng's daughter is, father Cheng, father Xu, father Jiang... look for, look for, look for father)