My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

"You have your professionalism, I can't interfere with your work, but, for me, can you take a step back and try to avoid this danger?"

If there is a next time, he can't predict what he will do.

Jiang Jiusheng nodded in response: "Okay, I will try my best." After all, she is only a singer, and there are not many such shooting jobs. She suddenly thought of Mo Bing's suggestion, "Shi Jin, how about I become an actor?"

Jiang Jiusheng's acting talent is not bad, and both the agent and the company have plans in this regard. Mo Bing's original words are: Su Qing and Jing Se's cancer acting skills can be actors, and Jiang Jiusheng is enough.

At that time, she just laughed it off and didn't express her opinion.

Shi Jin pondered for a moment: "Will you listen to my opinion?"

Jiang Jiusheng nodded: "Of course."

"Shengsheng, I don't want you to enter the film and television industry." Shi Jin said concisely, with a very objective and rational tone, "I understand your character, you either don't do it, once you do, you will definitely spare no effort, then, many things cannot be avoided , For example, similar to today's high-risk shooting, such as the emphasis on rock music and film and television, and for example," he paused for a short time, "the inevitable physical contact with actors."

Well, those are the questions.

Jiang Jiusheng thought about it.

"However," Shi Jin slowed down his speech, "If you insist, I will not object, and I respect your decision."

After all, he still left the decision to her.

Shi Jin's indulgence towards her has always been very high, Jiang Jiusheng knew it well: "I see, I will take your opinion into consideration."

Shi Jin didn't want her to be burdened, so he brushed the hair next to her ear, and said, "Just do what you want." He solemnly told her, "It doesn't matter if you fail, I have a lot of money and I can support you. you."

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help laughing: "Did I get rich?"

Shi Jin shook his head: "No." He said, "The money I earned was meant to be given to you."

She smiled and drilled into his arms.

In addition, Mo Bing and Hu Mingyu, a group of four, had dinner outside. When they arrived at the hotel, it was almost eight o'clock. Mo Bing brought a few bottles of medicinal wine to Jiang Jiusheng, saying that they were from the co-actors. He was born as a martial arts actor, and he has all kinds of medicine for bruises.

The medicine was handed over to Jiang Jiusheng, and Mo Bing asked, "Do you need me to help you?"

Just as Jiang Jiusheng wanted to say that he needed it, Shi Jin politely refused: "Thank you, no need."

Mo Bing thought about it for a while, but she didn't know what to do. Sometimes Jin, a doctor boyfriend, was around, so why would she need a fake hand?

"The red bottle is for bathing, and the green one is for external use." After finishing speaking, Mo Bing left and stopped being a light bulb, and asked the couple to mix oil with honey.

After Mo Bing left, Shi Jin carried Jiang Jiusheng to the room and put him on the bed: "Sit down for a while, I'll get you some water."

"Um."

She was lying on her stomach, and her back was really sore. She didn't feel it during the filming. At this moment, her entire back was hot and numb from the pain.

After the water was put away, Shi Jin came back with a faint smell of medicinal liquor on his body. He squatted on the bedside, looked up at Jiang Jiusheng's tired little face, and his heart ached: "Do you want me to help you?"

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "Doctor Shi, I'm not disabled yet."

She crawled out of bed, and as soon as she got down to the ground, she staggered a bit, making it difficult for her to walk.

Shi Jin pulled her into his arms and hugged her horizontally: "I'll carry you in."

Jiang Jiusheng put his arms around his neck and looked up at him: "Medicine."

Shi Jin took the green bottle of medicinal wine on the table and carried her to the bathroom.

Because it was inconvenient to apply the medicine, Jiang Jiusheng struggled in the main guard for a long time before coming out. Shi Jin had already washed up in the bathroom outside the bedroom, and he didn't even wipe his hair. He seemed worried about her and waited at the door. When she opened the door, he would Nervously went to help her.

Jiang Jiusheng laughed, he really regarded her as disabled.

Shi Jin helped her to lie down, and she shook her head: "Go to bed later, I'll wipe my hair first."

He went to the bathroom to get a dry towel and squatted in front of her.

Before wiping it twice, Shi Jin pressed Jiang Jiusheng's hand: "Shengsheng."

"Um?"

"I'm worried, you turn around."

Jiang Jiusheng turned around as he said, with his back to Shi Jin.

He bent down, put his hand on her back, pressed it lightly, and then stopped: "Does it hurt?"

"A little."

Shi Jin lowered his hand a little further: "Where is this place?"

Jiang Jiusheng frowned: "It hurts more than before."

He stepped up.

Her face turned slightly pale: "That place hurts."

Shi Jin explained: "This is an acupuncture point. If it hurts, it may be due to congestion." After finishing speaking, he helped her to lie down, got out of bed to get the medicinal wine for external use, and sat back on the bed, "Shengsheng, lie on your stomach .”

She didn't ask any more questions, and lay obediently on the bed.

Shi Jin was silent for a while, then said, "Shengsheng, I need to take off my clothes."

Jiang Jiusheng turned his head, half knowing.

Shi Jin then said again, being very patient: "If you mind, I can turn off the lights."

She shook her head, raised her body slightly, untied the belt around her waist, lay on the pillow and looked at Shi Jin: "You are my boyfriend, there is no need to turn off the lights."

Shi Jin kissed her on the cheek, patted her head comfortingly, and then slowly pushed the bathrobe on her waist to reveal her entire back.

Sure enough, there was a large area of ​​bruises on her back, and the scratches were very light, but redness, swelling and bruises had already appeared.

Shi Jin's eyes darkened: "It might hurt a little." He poured some medicinal wine into his hand, "Baby, bear with it."

Jiang Jiusheng hummed.

He rubbed the medicinal wine away from his palm, and pressed it on her back when his palm was hot, and pushed it down slowly.

The medicinal wine was a bit cool, and Shi Jin's fingertips were also cold, but his palms were warm and pressed against her skin, causing a burning sensation and some itching.

However, Shi Jin obviously has learned massage, and his techniques are very skillful.

Jiang Jiusheng changed his posture with a slight arc, looked sideways at Shi Jin, and his bathrobe slid down a bit: "Shi Jin, so you know Chinese medicine."

"Well, I learned a little from reading." He poured some more medicinal wine, and gently rubbed the most swollen part of her back, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts," she said.

In fact, she is not very afraid of pain, she can even be regarded as being beaten. Normally, she would not frown at this bruise, but probably because of Shi Jin's presence, even a small matter seems to have encountered a big grievance Yes, I don't know how to grit my teeth, and I will scream pain at him.

People are so strange, and love is even more strange.

Shi Jin felt sorry for her, and withdrew his strength and said, "Then I'll be gentle."

"good."

Shi Jin's movements were very light, and it hurt a little at first, but after he got hot, the pain stopped, and he felt a little comfortable instead, Jiang Jiusheng fell asleep on the ground.

After touching for more than ten minutes, he stopped moving, but she didn't respond. She lay there without moving. The line of her back was beautiful, because she was thin, a pair of butterfly bones were obvious, and her waist was so thin that it was ridiculous. The light at the head of the bed was just on There seemed to be a layer of light pink on her back.

Shi Jin's gaze stayed for a long time before calling her: "Shengsheng, it's done."

Jiang Jiusheng opened his eyes and subconsciously turned over.

The bathrobe fell to her waist, and there was nothing covering her chest.

Shi Jin's eyes were slightly hot, and he fell on her. After a moment, he looked away, turned his head to look elsewhere, and said in a hoarse voice, "Shengsheng, clothes."

Jiang Jiusheng had already half woken up from sleep, and through a little bit of confusion, she became more courageous. Sitting up, she raised her hand to hold Shi Jin's face, and looked at herself.

His eyes were burning, and there was an uncontrollable lust in his eyes, and his pupils were slightly red.

Jiang Jiusheng looked straight into his eyes without dodging at all. She spoke with a sexy and blurred voice of tobacco and alcohol, and asked him, "Shi Jin, do you want me?"

Shi Jin said without hesitation, "Yes."

She smiled: "That's for you."

After saying that, she raised her hand, untied the belt of Shi Jin's bathrobe, leaned her naked body against his chest.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and the lights were very warm, casting gentle shadows in the room.

The next day, the heavy snow did not stop, and the sky was shimmering. Refracted by the white snow color, there was a bit of dim brilliance.

Jiang Jiusheng opened her eyes, the bedside lamp was still on, she rubbed her eyes, and rubbed on Shi Jin's chest: "Morning, Doctor Shi."

Shi Jin put his arms around her waist: "Can you get up?"

Jiang Jiusheng moved: "My back hurts." The material of the bathrobe is very soft, and it still hurts when she moves, so the bruise probably hasn't dissipated yet.

Shi Jin tucked the corner of the quilt on her back: "That's amazing."

She was wearing clothes, but Shi Jin didn't. His body temperature was a little cold, so she leaned into his arms: "Shi Jin."

"Um?"

Just after waking up, there was some bubbly sound. His timbre was nice to hear, and the ending was raised, which was extraordinarily gentle and pleasant. Jiang Jiusheng thought that she might be bewitched, and asked him in a strange way: "Do you want to do it now?"

Shi Jin smiled lightly, wrapped his hands around her waist, stroked her back lightly, and whispered close to her ear, "We'll do it after your back injury heals."

"oh."

A little disappointed.

Last night, because of her back pain, she felt pain every time she moved. Shi Jin was afraid of bumping into her, so he didn't make up his mind.

Jiang Jiusheng's mood...how can I describe it, a little frustrated, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.

Shi Jin laughed softly.

She simply buried her face in the pillow.

He fished her out and held her in his arms.

"Shi Jin."

"Um."

Jiang Jiusheng's hand landed on Shi Jin's belly, and asked him, "Why do you have a tattoo here that is exactly the same as mine?" Even in the exact same position, there was also a black tumi tattooed on it.

He looked into her eyes: "because of you."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't understand.

Shi Jin took her hand, landed on her belly, and gently stroked the scar under the tattoo with his fingertips: "Because you have it, I also got it."

She asked, "When did you get the tattoo?"

"long, long ago."

"Have I ever exposed a tattoo before?" She didn't think it was, because the tattoo was a little bit above the waist, and even the clothes that showed the waist, the tattoo should be able to cover it.

He just said, "You forgot."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask any more questions, but put his hand on Shi Jin's abdomen, touching that tattoo repeatedly. For some reason, it felt very familiar, and his heart felt a heavy feeling of anxiety, which couldn't be described as strange.

"Shengsheng." Shi Jin lay on his side, with his hands around her waist.

"Um."

He lowered his head, just looking into her eyes: "Let's not have a wedding ring in the future, okay?"

Jiang Jiusheng vaguely guessed something: "Put the ring on your ring finger?"

"Well, it's not easy to lose it."

She didn't want to, and didn't hesitate, she nodded: "Okay." She got into his arms, rubbed against him, smiled, and deliberately teased, "Doctor Shi, you've reacted."

Shi Jin bit her neck.

She raised her head and deliberately arched him: "Shi Jin."

"Huh?" Shi Jin's breathing was a little messy.

Jiang Jiusheng raised his head, the silhouettes of his eyes were bright, with a smile, and the corners of his eyes were bent, like a mysterious and lazy cat. He put his hand on Shi Jin's chest and stroked it repeatedly: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

His voice was muffled: "Yeah."

His eyes were a little red, and the roots of his ears were also red. There was urgency in his eyes, but also forbearance.

Jiang Jiusheng smiled, and got his head under the quilt.

Her doctor at the time taught her many things, such as the obsession and joy of wanting to live and die, as he said, love deeply, then, love to the extreme, and don't be afraid of dying, because you won't walk the road of hell alone.

At nine o'clock, Mo Bing came to look for her.

Jiang Jiusheng nestled on the sofa, with two soft pillows on his back, lazily watching the snow, very leisurely.

"The spring breeze is proud, and the face is full of peach blossoms." Mo Bing held his chin and teased her, "Looks like the 'medicine' last night is very effective."

Jiang Jiusheng smiled, but there was a bit of annoyance in his eyes: "Mo Bing."

Mo Bing surrendered: "Okay, okay, I won't laugh at you anymore." She sat on the other side of the sofa and got down to business, "Director Smith has called, and in the next two days, he will shoot the male lead first, so you don't have to climb the stairs and jump into the car I fell from a high altitude, and the shots behind me are all indoors, so I can make up shots in a few days."

Jiang Jiusheng nodded, casually and indifferently.

There was a Buddhist artist who was too careless, so Mo Bing naturally took more care: "It seems that your back is seriously injured. I will go to the set later, and there are some trivial things in the later stage. I have to keep an eye on it. Are you okay in the hotel by yourself?"

She squinted her eyes, as lazy as a satisfied cat: "Shi Jin will be back soon."

Mo Bing asked, "Where did he go?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Jiusheng frowned slightly: "I'm going to buy medicinal food."

Medicinal diet?

The doctor at that time was absolutely dead, no smoking, drinking, and shabu shabu was allowed, but he even ate health-preserving medicine,

Mo Bing couldn't help laughing: "I guess you will have a good life in the future." She thought for a while, "It's very regular." Unexpectedly, Doctor Shi still has the style of an old cadre.

Jiang Jiusheng just smiled and said nothing.

A willingness!

Mo Bing got up and took the bag: "I'm leaving."

"You go with Mingyu, be careful." In a foreign country, it is always right to be cautious.

Mo Bing waved his hand: "OK."

Jiang Jiusheng continued to nest on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the heavy snow, waiting for the doctor at his home. After a while, the phone rang. It was Mo Bing's phone, and she left it on the coffee table.

Jiang Jiusheng took a look, it was Lin Anzhi, after thinking about it, he took it.

She spoke first: "I'm Jiang Jiusheng."

Lin Anzhi's tone was a little anxious: "Where's Mo Bing?"

Jiang Jiusheng replied: "She just went out, and the phone was left with me."

Lin Anzhi asked her: "Please wait for her to come back and ask her to call me back."

"good."

"Thanks."

After thanking him, Lin Anzhi hung up the phone.

Mo Bing didn't come back all day, her cell phone rang again in the afternoon, it was Lin Anzhi again, this time Jiang Jiusheng didn't answer, guess Lin Anzhi should be looking for Mo Bing.

It was almost dusk when Jiang Jiusheng realized what had happened. Lin Anzhi was photographed with a woman. It took her several phone calls to find Mo Bing.

"What's wrong? Looking for me in such a hurry."

Judging from Mo Bing's tone, it was obvious that he didn't know about Lin Anzhi.

"You left your phone with me, Lin Anzhi is looking for you."

Mo Bing didn't care: "I'll call him back when I get back."

Jiang Jiusheng pursed his lips and suggested, "It's best as soon as possible."

Mo Bing heard something unusual, and walked from a noisy place to a secluded place: "What happened?"

Jiang Jiusheng thought for a while, but still told her knowingly: "Lin Anzhi has a scandal."

"with who?"

Mo Bing asked calmly, extraordinarily calm and composed.

"It's very blurry, and the frontal face was not captured. I can't be sure who it is, but the location is in Warner's garage. It should be someone from Warner Films."

After listening to this, Mo Bing just smiled and said, "Reporters like to catch wind and shadows."

Jiang Jiusheng believed even more that there are no waves without wind, and asked Mo Bing, "So you believe him?"

She didn't hesitate: "Well, I believe it." Her tone was extremely firm, "I will admit it if I fall."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't say anything more, emotional matters, such as drinking water, know whether they are warm or not.

On the other end, Mo Bing hung up the phone, borrowed Hu Mingyu's cell phone, and dialed Lin Anzhi's number, but she couldn't get through, and the phone was always turned off. She felt a little uneasy.

At two o'clock in the evening, Lin Anzhi's phone call came. Mo Bing didn't sleep, so he rang once, and she answered it. Lin Anzhi's voice came through the receiver, very hoarse.

"Mo Bing."

Only then did her hanging heart rest a little: "Why have you shut down for so long?"

"On the plane just now." Lin Anzhi called Mo Bing and said, "I've arrived at the door of your hotel."

There was wind on the other side, and the sound of blowing him seemed to be invisible, not very real, Mo Bing reacted for a long time: "I'm going down now."

She stood up abruptly, knocking her knees on the corner of the bedside table, and regardless of the pain, she put on a coat and ran outside.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, it was snowing heavily outside. There was no one passing by. The street lamps were dim, illuminating the white snow on the ground. There was a slanted figure on the snow. It was Lin Anzhi. He was wearing a thick down jacket, buttoned his hat, and kicked the snow on the ground with his head bowed. Hearing footsteps not far away, he suddenly raised his head.

Through the glass door of the hotel, he saw Mo Bing running towards him.

Mo Bing was still wearing hotel slippers, stepping on the thick snow: "Why—"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Anzhi hugged her.

The person who was going to reprimand him came to his lips, but Mo Bing couldn't say a word, the wind and snow whistling in his ears, and Lin Anzhi's voice trembled slightly.

"Mo Bing, do you believe me?"

Mo Bing said without hesitation, "I believe." She raised her head and looked at Lin Anzhi's face, which had grown a beard. She stood on tiptoe and rubbed against his chin, "You came to Seldon just to explain to me?"

Lin Anzhi hummed: "I'm afraid you'll think too much."

"What about work?"

He hugged her, didn't let go, hugged her very hard, and said, "It doesn't matter that much."

The voice was very hoarse, his eyes were full of Qingdai, he must have not slept for a long time, Mo Bing was sour in his heart, he was very reluctant to part with him: "Usually I have never seen you so stupid, what's wrong this time?"

Lin Anzhi didn't speak, took off his coat and wrapped it around Mo Bing: "Go in first, it's cold outside."

Back in the room, Mo Bing turned on hot water and asked Lin Anzhi to take a bath first. His body was wet from the snow, and Mo Bing was afraid that he would catch the cold, so he went to the front desk and asked for a pack of ginger tea.

He was still in the bathroom, Mo Bing made tea, leaned against the wall at the door, and asked the people inside: "Who is that woman who was photographed?"

Lin Anzhi turned off the water and said, "A colleague from our company."

He didn't explain much, and Mo Bing didn't get to the bottom of it: "What about public relations?"

"Liang Qin will take care of it." The sound of water rang again, Lin Anzhi raised his voice and said, "I'll just take care of you."

He seldom acted like this.

Mo Bing was a little dumbfounded: "You just ran here, what about your itinerary?"

"Mo Bing, don't talk about work."

She stopped talking.

Lin Anzhi turned off the water, and approached the door: "Help me get my clothes."

Mo Bing took the clothes from his suitcase, knocked on the bathroom door, the door opened, she handed the clothes over, but she was grabbed by the wrist, pulled hard, and the whole person was brought into the bathroom.

The door snapped shut.

She looked up, and in the mist, she saw Lin Anzhi's eyes, the pupils were reddish, she smiled and cursed: "Rogue."

Lin Anzhi put his arms around her waist and pressed her against the wall. He lowered his head and bit her lips lightly: "Mo Bing, I'm only rascal to you."

While kissing her and undoing her clothes, his panting became more and more urgent, and just as his hand moved to her chest, she pressed his hand.

"Anzhi, if you fall in love with someone else in the future—"

He immediately interrupted: "There is no such assumption." He raised his hand and gently stroked her face, "Mo Bing, when I am old, I will tell you that I, Lin Anzhi, can love you forever. "

Mo Bing nodded, with tears in his eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed her eyes densely.

At six o'clock in the morning, at dawn, it was the coldest hour of the day in Selton. It was freezing outside the window, and inside the room, the men and women on the bed hugged each other tightly.

He had a dream and returned to the orphanage that year. At that time, he was still a teenager, very thin.

He was taken into a room where there were many grown-ups, men and women, all staring at him with hot eyes as if they wanted to pounce on him and tear him apart.

"Take off your clothes."

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