My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Jiang Jinyu, who was being bandaged, suddenly looked up, and when he saw Wen Shihao, he immediately stood up, keeping Jiang Jiusheng behind him, his eyes were full of vigilance: "Don't come over."

Wen Shi smiled amusedly, and walked in with her arms folded: "My family Jinyu really protects you."

Jiang Jinyu picked up the disinfectant water bottle on the table and threw it at her directly. With a bang, the glass bottle fell to pieces, and the cold liquid splashed her feet. The room was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant water.

Jiang Jinyu blushed and shouted, "Get lost."

Wen Shihao sneered, turning a blind eye.

Wen Shuhua felt sorry for his son, and said with a cold face: "Good poetry, you go out first, don't irritate your brother anymore."

"He's not my brother." Wen Shi raised his eyebrows, his eyes were meaningful, "I'm afraid anyone who saw him would think he is Jiang Jiusheng's brother."

"Enough!" Wen Shuhua roared, "Get out!"

Wen Shihao shrugged and left the room.

Wen Shuhua followed and dragged her aside: "Satisfied now?"

She was silent.

"Good poetry, do you really think that Jinyu is your own brother?" Wen Shuhua was so angry that his eyes turned red, "How can you bear to make him like this!"

Wen Shihao looked up, and suddenly laughed: "Brother?" She pulled the corner of her mouth and sneered, "My father died a long time ago, where is my brother?"

She was rebellious, her eyes were full of hatred and resentment.

Wen Shuhua was so excited that his reason disappeared, and he slapped him hard, heartbroken: "How did I give birth to such a cold-blooded and heartless daughter like you?"

She pushed her rapidly red and swollen cheeks, covered half of her face with a sneer, and retorted: "No matter how cold-blooded I am, I can't compare to that mistress of yours."

mistress……

Wen Shuhua was so angry that his body was shaking: "What did you say?"

Not to be outdone, Wen Shi looked directly into Wen Shuhua's eyes like a torch: "Mom, do you think you really know Jiang Minchang?"

She doesn't like her stepfather, Jiang Minchang. Wen Shuhua has always known this, but she doesn't know that she hates her stepfather like a deep hatred.

Wen Shuhua couldn't believe it: "What do you mean by that?"

She blurted out, eyes full of anger: "Jiang Minchang is a murderer, he—"

"Shut up!" Wen Shuhua interrupted her with a suppressed voice, unable to listen, "Stop talking, I won't believe a word."

Sleep with wolves.

Her mother has been confused for more than ten years.

Wen Shihao sneered: "I'll let you see clearly sooner or later, they surnamed Jiang, they don't have any good things, they are all wolf-hearted murderers!"

After speaking, she left angrily.

Wen Shuhua stood where he was, unable to regain his senses for a long time. He thought for a long time before returning to Jinyu's room. As soon as he reached the door, he heard Jinyu talking.

The quiet child, in front of Jiang Jiusheng, was nagging, young and mature like an adult.

"Wen Shi is good, but bad." Jiang Jinyu paused, and then told her, "Don't pay attention to her." His tone was very serious and persistent.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't answer, but listened intently to him.

The boy always stared at her with quiet eyes, shining brightly, and spoke very slowly, almost saying word by word: "Don't come to Wen's house."

In his eyes, when he looked closely, there were shallow waves. He looked at her anxiously, and said, "If you want to see me, I'll go find you."

He was clearly a child who hadn't grown up yet, so why did he act desperate, lonely, resolute and brave.

As if afraid of frightening him, Jiang Jiusheng asked carefully, "Why don't you want me to come to Wen's house?"

Jiang Jinyu was silent and bowed his head in silence.

She hesitated for a long time: "Because of our father?"

He raised his head emphatically, pleading in his eyes: "Sister, don't ask."

She heard from Wen Shihao that Jinyu suffered from autism eight years ago. After his father passed away, Jinyu was only eight years old at that time. look like.

The only thing Jiang Jiusheng could be sure of was that there must be a wound hidden in the vicissitudes of the young man's eyes.

"Okay, I won't ask."

His frown loosened: "Sister, you just have to remember," he said solemnly, "You're fine and you haven't done anything wrong."

His eyes were full of determination.

Jiang Jiusheng nodded: "I remember."

He smiled, his lips were red and his teeth were white, the gloom disappeared between his brows, he was a young man with delicate features.

Wen Shuhua stood at the door, dazed in a daze. After eight years, he could finally laugh...

After the banquet was over for a long time, Jiang Jiusheng still didn't leave. Jin Yu pulled her and said that he was reluctant to let her go, but Shi Jin's phone still couldn't get through.

She hit it over and over again.

After ten o'clock, the moon climbed over the tall buildings, and a hazy halo hung in the sky.

The wind blows and the shadows of the trees shake. There are vehicles parked outside Wen's villa. Security guards in the guard booth immediately come out to check. Holding a flashlight, they took a photo: "Who are you?"

The light of the flashlight was raised against the direction of the headlights, and it illuminated the person coming clearly. He was dressed in black and trousers. He was tall. He was a man with an unbelievably beautiful and delicate face.

He said, "Get out of the way."

With just two words, the aura is so strong that people dare not look directly at it.

The security guard woke up and pulled himself together: "You can't go in." Wen's family had a banquet today, and in order to avoid confusion, there were no invitations and visitors were declined.

The other party said nothing.

"Is there an invitation to—"

Before the security guard's voice fell, the hand holding the flashlight was caught off guard, and before he could react, the whole person was pushed away by a force, and he staggered for several steps before stopping, turning around and shouting angrily: " Hey! You stop!"

The security guard's feet just moved away, and the road was blocked.

It was an ordinary-looking man with a cruel face, but his face was expressionless, blocking the way: "This is the sixth young master of our Qin family."

It was Qin Zhong who spoke.

The birthday party was over early, and in the open-air yard, the servants were clearing the wine table and plates, when there was a sudden movement at the door, Wen Shihao stared at it, and was instantly surprised.

She stepped forward and said in a flattered tone, "Why is Qin Liushao here?"

Shi Jin raised his eyes, his eyes were colder than the moonlight in winter, and without a word, he asked, "Where is Jiang Jiusheng?"

"Jiang Jiusheng?" Wen Shi seemed to be smiling, but said in a relaxed tone, "I'm reminiscing about old times with my brother."

His long eyelashes suddenly closed, he took two steps closer, without saying anything, took the wine bottle from the wine table that had never been removed, smashed it, and the remaining red wine in the bottle splashed down.

Wen Shihao was stunned suddenly, before she could speak, the sharp mouth of the bottle was already on her throat.

"What did you do to her?"

In a word, murderous.

Her grandfather once said that among the eleven children of the Qin family, Liu Shijin was the most ruthless and the most violent.

Wen Shihao's eyelashes fluttered slightly, she slowly raised her eyes, and met Shi Jin's dark pupils, which contained a breathtaking light, she opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound, her body trembled uncontrollably.

Wen Shuhua, who had just come out of the villa, saw this scene, and immediately screamed: "No!" She covered her mouth, terrified, "Who are you, why are you hurting my daughter?"

Shi Jin turned a deaf ear, his eyes were silent.

"Say," he stared directly at the person in front of him with burning eyes, like a handful of dry thorns burning in a dry desert, "What purpose do you have?"

The sharp glass pierced her throat, and Wen Shihao could barely breathe. This kind of panic was like walking on a cliff, and if she made a mistake, she would be crushed to pieces.

"me--"

In a word, she was shaking badly, she was so frightened that she couldn't finish her sentence, her face and neck were covered with sweat.

"I,"

Without warning, the sharp mouth of the bottle pierced into the flesh, and blood gushed out instantly.

Wen Shuhua yelled and almost collapsed.

"Stop." It was Wen Shuning, the second young lady of the Wen family. She walked out of the room, trying her best to maintain her composure, her eyes fixed on the red wine bottle in Shi Jin's hand, "You can talk about anything, If it hurts someone's life, my Wen family will never give up."

Shi Jin turned a blind eye, his clear white fingers tightened slightly, the back of his hand turned blue, and the veins were faintly visible.

One centimeter further forward is the throat artery. If it is pierced, it will definitely kill you on the spot.

This is desperate!

What's going on, although the Sixth Young Master is ruthless, he will not kill people without a plan in front of everyone, not to mention that the other party is a member of the Wen family, so the consequences will be unimaginable.

Something is wrong, the situation is getting a little out of control.

Qin Zhong's nerves were tense, and he took a step forward tremblingly: "Sixth Young Master, please think twice." The atmosphere did not ease at all, so Qin Zhong could only move out his savior, "Miss Jiang is still in Wen's house."

Shi Jin raised his eyes slightly, the blood in his eyes did not fade at all.

It was useless to say anything, this shocking blood color made him lose control, excited him, and almost lost his mind, he held the hand holding the bottle mouth, his veins bulged, and the pointed mouth slowly pushed forward.

"Shi Jin."

He stopped suddenly, turned around, and saw Jiang Jiusheng standing behind him.

Step by step, she approached him, and her eyes fell on his hand, which was as white as jade, stained with blood, raised her head, and said with a soothing and calm tone, "Shi Jin, don't hurt anyone's life."

She didn't dare to think about what would happen to him if someone died.

She lowered her voice and said, "Let go."

Like an instinctive reaction, Shi Jin let go without hesitation, and the red wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

"Boom—"

Almost at the same time, Wen Shihao's body went limp, and she fell to the ground, dripping with cold sweat, panting heavily.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including Jiang Jiusheng.

"Shengsheng," Shi Jin called her hoarsely with a dry voice, "Come here."

Jiang Jiusheng walked towards him without hesitation.

A few meters away, Shi Jin strode forward. He stretched out his blood-stained hand and grabbed her tightly: "Next time," his voice was tense and slightly trembling, "Next time, if you do this again If you don't listen, I will definitely lock you up."

Then, without any explanation, he pulled her, turned around and left.

"elder sister."

Behind him, Jiang Jinyu was calling her.

Jiang Jiusheng stopped, turned around, and saw the young man standing at the door with a lonely shadow on the ground, staring at her intently: "Sister."

Shi Jin was ahead of her, and opened his mouth, the words were loud and cold, "You shout again, and I will cut your throat together."

He didn't give Jiang Jiusheng time to say goodbye at all, and pulled her away.

Jiang Jinyu raised his feet and was about to follow, but Wen Shuhua held him back, his eyes full of lingering fear and anxiety: "Jinyu, don't go, don't provoke him." Her eyes were red, frightened, "Mom, please Yes, let her go."

"He will hurt my sister." In Jiang Jinyu's silent eyes, there seemed to be turbulent waves.

Wen Shihao was still sitting on the ground, and suddenly said: "He won't."

She raised her hand and touched her neck, it was full of blood,

For Jiang Jiusheng, that man who can kill without blinking an eye can kill people like a madman and become a demon, and for her, he can put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha right away.

Shi Jin walked quickly, and Jiang Jiusheng was almost dragged away by him, without saying a word, his whole body was full of hostility, and his whole body was tense.

"Shi Jin—"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Shi Jin interrupted: "Shengsheng, don't talk." His voice was unbearably hoarse, and he tried his best to restrain himself, "I don't want to scare you."

From the moment her phone was disconnected, to now, a full four hours is enough, enough to drive him crazy, and awaken all the hidden violence and extremes in his body.

There is no sense at all, he just wants to vent.

She fell silent, just looked at him, accepting his anger completely.

Shi Jin led her into the car, and ordered Qin Zhong to drive immediately. Mo Bingyuan, who was left behind, stood there, looking at the rear of the speeding car, thoughtful.

Shi Jin like this is so wrong, it's as if the skin has been torn off, revealing the prey in his bones. Mo Bing finally understands why gentlemen, such as Lan Yaren and profound aristocratic gentlemen, always have a chilling hostility in their bodies. It turns out that it is innate.

This is Shi Jin, who is inherently evil.

She drove and hurried to catch up.

The street lamps were speeding back, the car windows were half open, the wind was blowing past the windows, there was no words, only the whistling of the wind in my ears, silence and noise.

On the car window, Shi Jin's profile was reflected, tense.

Jiang Jiusheng spoke suddenly, her tone was surprisingly calm, and she said, "Give me your right hand."

Shi Jin turned to look at her, and after a while, passed her hand.

His palm was injured, and there was still glass residue on it, which had scabbed over. There was no medicine in the car, so Jiang Jiusheng could only clean it up with a wet wipe.

"Did you bring a handkerchief?" she asked again.

Shi Jin didn't speak, and gave her the clean handkerchief in the pocket of his coat.

She carefully bound his wound, then, leaning against him, closed her eyes and meditated.

After that, nothing was said all the way.

Two cars stopped at the entrance of the hotel one after the other.

Jiang Jiusheng was carried out of the car by Shi Jin. He covered her face with his coat, and Mo Bing chased after him. While Shi Jin ordered the hotel manager to clear the space on the first floor, he left a word for Jiang Jiusheng.

"The doctor was in a bad mood when you were home. If you have any questions, call me."

Jiang Jiusheng nodded.

Mo Bing was right. Shi Jin's mood was very wrong. On the verge of rage, she didn't even dare to speak, for fear of angering him. Xu Qingbo told her that when the paranoid personality disorder is severe, there will be manic symptoms. Even violent.

"boom."

The door was closed.

Shi Jin turned around and pressed Jiang Jiusheng against the door. He used a lot of strength, but she slammed her back hard and missed the door, but hit his hand.

It happens to be the right hand.

Jiang Jiusheng frowned: "Shi Jin."

Shi Jin didn't say a word, his eyes were fixed on her, and there was a raging fire in his eyes.

He was angry, angry that she had gone to Wen's house, and also fearful, fearing that she would not come out safely, she knew it all, but, Wen's family and his party were inevitable for her, sooner or later.

She looked up at him deeply for a long time, approached, hugged his waist, and put her whole body into his arms: "Shi Jin, I am no longer the person I was eight years ago, nothing can easily break you I."

He has.

A single Jiang Jiusheng could completely defeat him.

He clasped her head and kissed her hard.

Jiang Jiusheng was forced to raise her head, her waist was tightly strangled, she couldn't move, Ren Shijin's lips and tongue disturbed her breathing: "Shi Jin—"

Shi Jin pressed against her lips, panting heavily: "Shengsheng, I want you." He lowered his head, buried her neck, biting and caressing her, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want you now."

Without hesitation, Jiang Jiusheng put his arms around Shi Jin's neck: "Okay."

He couldn't even wait to carry her to the bed, pressed her against the wall, tore her dress, pinched her waist, and slammed into her.

Jiang Jiusheng could hardly stand on his feet, his whole body was held in the air by him, his back was pressed against the cold wall, and Shi Jin's hot chest was in front of him.

She leaned on Shi Jin's shoulder and whispered, "Be gentle."

He has a wound on his hand, so he can't mess around.

Shi Jin buried his head and nibbled on her body, saying, "It's not easy."

The movement was almost rough, urgent and ruthless, he hugged her waist with one hand, the palm was bleeding all the time, staining her whole body red.

Jiang Jiusheng was short of breath, and tears almost overflowed from the corners of his eyes: "Shi Jin, stop, the wound is open."

Shi Jin ignored her, and fell to the ground with her in his arms.

He couldn't stop, he was going crazy, he wanted to melt into her flesh and blood, he tried his best to entangle with her one after another, the extreme joy made his eyes turn red, his sanity collapsed, and he called her name over and over again emotionally.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

"..."

Bone erosion and sinking, the lights in the room were dim, and there was a strong smell of blood in the strong smell. She was in a trance, not knowing how long it had been.

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In the next chapter, Shengsheng is about to cry, but Shi Jin makes her cry...

Regarding the cufflinks, calm down, I will explain later, and Mo Bing will also ask