My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Over there, after Mo Bing drank a glass of wine, her stomach immediately turned upside down. She couldn't suppress the nausea in her throat after drinking a few mouthfuls of soup, so she ran out in a hurry, covering her mouth.

During the dinner, after everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, you joked with each other.

"What's wrong with Mo Bing?"

"Isn't she pregnant?"

"Mo Bing has a boyfriend? Who can abduct the desperate Sanniang in our circle?"

"It's hidden, you all don't keep the door open, how can I let you know."

"Not in the circle."

"..."

Gossip is a thing that does not distinguish between men, women and children.

Mingyao was the only one who knew about it, and she didn't break her mouth, she interrupted everyone's speculation with a smile: "Don't guess, Sister Bing just has an upset stomach."

Mo Bing was in the bathroom and vomited out the contents of his stomach. It doesn't matter if he vomited, it's best not to drink alcohol.

The bathroom is at the innermost part of the floor, facing the safety exit, the door is open, a woman's voice can be heard from the stairwell, it is clearly audible, because it is quiet, there is a faint echo.

"Anzhi."

Mo Bingzu stopped, turned his head slowly, and looked at the stairs with the door open.

The woman was wearing red high-heeled shoes and a professional short skirt. She raised her head slightly, and her profile was softened: "Anzhi."

Wen Shuning.

It turned out that the women in the shopping malls would also hesitate to talk like this, and they were full of charm and tenderness.

She held the man's arm, as if coquettishly: "Can't you wait a little longer?"

With a sullen face, the man pushed her hand away: "I told you before I came, I only stay until four o'clock."

There was obvious disappointment in Wen Shuning's eyes. He lowered his eyelashes and restrained his emotions: "Then I'll see you off."

The other party was always lukewarm: "No need."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

The sound of high heels clicking was extremely clear and piercing.

Wen Shuning chased after him and grabbed the man's hand: "I have something for you." She took out a pair of golden cufflinks from her bag and said, "You left me in my car last time. "

The man hesitated for a moment, took it, and then left.

Wen Shuning said that the pair of cufflinks belonged to her boyfriend, and Lin Anzhi also had a pair, so it was not a coincidence.

Mo Bing supported the wall, big beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, her legs softened, and she sat on the ground. She wanted to rush up to question her, but she couldn't even stand upright.

Da da da--

The sound of high-heeled shoes gradually faded away, faintly ringing in the ears, like a sharp awl, nailed one by one.

Mo Bing was clutching the phone, his palms were covered with cold sweat, his fingers were trembling a little, so stiff that he couldn't control it, and he pressed the dial button several times.

"Where is it?" The voice was suppressed as much as possible, her fingertips pinched into the palm of her hand, and she couldn't help trembling.

Lin Anzhi's voice came from the receiver.

"At the wrap-up banquet." He asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Bing pursed his lips, his lips were pale, he was silent for a long time, and said plainly: "Go home early today, I have something to tell you."

"good."

She hung up the phone and sat on the cold floor for a long time before she stood up with the help of the wall, staggering, a short walk that seemed endless, outside the window of the vent, the light near the setting sun was orange Yes, it came from behind, casting a gray shadow.

It took about a quarter of an hour before Mo Bing came back.

Mingyao knew something was wrong just by looking at it, her face was as white as paper, her temple hair was wet with sweat, her footsteps were sloppy. Ming Yao quickly supported her: "Sister Bing, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Bing shook his head, without saying a word, keeping his hands on his stomach.

"You look very bad." Ming Yao poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her.

Mo Bing took it, the fingertips holding the cup turned white, took a sip, and there was still no trace of blood on his lips, he just said: "I want to leave early, the announcement at night, let Sister Tong take you there."

"Okay." Ming Yao was still worried, "Do you want to go to the hospital? You sweat a lot."

Mo Bing lowered his eyelids: "It's okay."

Underground Parking Lot.

After unlocking the car, Lin Anzhi stopped for a while, walked around the door, and threw the cufflinks into the trash can, without stopping to look, he went back into the car.

Wen Shuning caught up behind him.

"Anzhi."

Lin Anzhi turned around.

She slowed down and looked at him from a distance: "I suddenly remembered something."

He was neither salty nor indifferent, his eyes were cold, and his tone was obviously impatient: "What's the matter?"

As he approached, Wen Shuning's gaze passed over him, and he landed on the trash can not far away, with half a smile in his eyes: "Mo Bing has seen the pair of cufflinks you threw away."

Lin Anzhi's eyes suddenly sank.

"What else do you know?" His pupils dilated slightly, and he stared at her closely, his eyes full of guard.

Wen Shuning raised the corner of her eyes: "You mean Mo Bing?" The voice of high heels echoed, she approached slowly, raised her head to meet his gaze, and said, "I know she loves you very much."

After finishing the words, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and moved towards his lips.

Lin Anzhi almost turned his face away immediately.

Click——

The camera's shutter flicked wildly.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Mo Bing received a call from Lin Anzhi.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only the faint white moonlight came in from the window, she hugged her knees, nestled on the sofa, her eyes were empty and lifeless.

"Mo Bing."

She has no strength: "well."

Lin Anzhi said: "Don't wait for me, I have to go back later."

I only said this, without explaining the reason, with a heavy voice and a very tired look.

Mo Bing didn't ask, his voice was light and light, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "How long will it be late?"

"One hour," he said.

"good."

Lin Anzhi was silent for a long time, as if he had a thousand words to say, and finally, he only left two words: "Wait for me."

She hung up the phone, sat on the sofa, waited, waited, and the warm water on the table was slowly cooling down. The pendulum on the TV wall in the living room changed from seven o'clock to eight o'clock. She waited and waited, but she still didn't get Lin Anzhi, but she waited for an entertainment news.

Actor Lin Anzhi's relationship with Warner President Wen Shuning is exposed.

She smiled to herself for a while, looking at the always quiet door, there was no sound, and then, about ten minutes later, the rumored heroine appeared at her door.

It was still the same outfit as this afternoon, red high heels, black skirt, professional and strong, not at all like her delicate appearance in front of Lin Anzhi.

"Miss Mo." Wen Shuning's eyes were like two fires, looking straight at her.

It's strange, I thought there would be a big row, but my heart was abnormally calm, she asked Wen Shuning with cold eyes: "Are you here to explain to me?"

Wen Shuning shook his head, and brushed the maroon curly hair by his ear.

Mo Bing laughed coldly and raised his eyes: "So, you are here to demonstrate?"

She was noncommittal, standing straight at the door, with the corners of her eyes raised, full of aura: "I have been with An Zhi for more than half a year."

Speak the truth outright.

Mo Bing folded his hands, his eyes didn't fluctuate at all: "And then? What do you want to say?"

Wen Shuning pondered for a moment, then asked: "What conditions do you have?" Her eyes were burning like a torch, as if she was determined to win, "As long as you leave him, you can ask for any conditions."

These days, Xiaosan is so rampant?

Mo Bing lifted his lips and whispered a word: "Get lost."

After the words fell, she slammed her hands and closed the door.

"boom--"

After a loud noise, Mo Bing stood behind the door, froze for a few seconds, then sat on the ground, eyes red.

At 8:30 in the evening, Jiang Jiusheng had an exclusive interview. The appointment was made a month ago. She couldn't keep the appointment, so she agreed to the interview at the hospital. The cameras were adjusted and the lights were turned on. The recording started five minutes later.

Xie Dang suddenly brought a tablet over: "Shengsheng, look at this."

It's a photo of Lin Anzhi and Wen Shuning kissing in the underground parking lot, their relationship was exposed, it's a real hammer.

Jiang Jiusheng pulled out the needle directly: "Xie Dang, you will do the interview for me later."

Xie Dang stared at her hand, it was bleeding, what a fool!

He held her back: "You are still sick, don't go!"

Jiang Jiusheng looked back and glanced at him.

will kill him!

Xie Dang let go, and reluctantly asked: "It's not your business, don't mess around."

Jiang Jiusheng hummed, without changing the hospital gown, took a coat and went out. As soon as he reached the door, Shi Jin came over.

"Shi Jin," Jiang Jiusheng grabbed his hand, "take me to Mo Bingna."

Shi Jin frowned: "You can't be discharged from the hospital yet." Taking the coat from her hand and putting it on her body, Shi Jin asked, "Do you have to go?"

Jiang Jiusheng nodded vigorously: "We must go."

"good."

Shi Jin led her out of the ward.

Xie Dang was a little depressed, he scratched his curly hair irritably, and said to the interviewing reporter: "I don't speak official language, so if you have any questions, please feel free to ask."

reporter:"……"

She just wanted to interview Master Sheng and take a picture of Mrs. Sheng by the way, what the hell is Master Xie doing!

It was nearly nine o'clock, the moonlight was hazy, and the neon lights all over the street were lit up. This night was very noisy.

"Click—"

The entrance door opened, and the footsteps were very light and slow.

Mo Bing raised his head, it was so dim that he couldn't see anything clearly.

With a click, the light in the living room turned on, and the sudden light pierced into the pupils, like a needle prick. Mo Bing squinted his eyes uncomfortably, and stood up with his hands on the sofa.

She looked towards the entrance: "I'm back."

Lin Anzhi walked over, took the slippers, and squatted at her feet: "Why don't you wear shoes?"

She raised her feet, put on her shoes, lowered her head, and could see the hair on the top of his head. She didn't get up, but squatted there, looking up at her.

Mo Bing stood and asked him, "Why don't you explain?"

Sitting on the coffee table, he wanted to reach out to embrace her, but he paused, then retracted, and then he put it behind him in a daze, his voice was hoarse, as if he had smoked a lot: "Do you still believe what I said?"

She didn't hesitate: "Letter."

He paused for a long time and said, "I haven't touched her, and I don't love her."

After listening to this, Mo Bing suddenly laughed. After laughing for a while, he restrained himself: "I thought you would say that those news are all fake."

He stopped talking suddenly, and remained silent for a long time, looking into her eyes, he would dodge.

Mo Bing stretched out his hand to cover his gaze, unable to bear to look any further.

In a soft voice, she said, "I'm afraid that you won't speak, and I'm afraid that you will admit it." She opened her mouth, her throat was full of soreness, a little choked, and her voice began to tremble, "Anzhi, as long as you say no, I just believe it."

He covered her hand and held it tightly, but still didn't speak.

Mo Bing withdrew his hand forcefully and roared, "Speak up!"

With a sway, she sat on the sofa, and as soon as she lowered her head, tears came out, and the hot liquid flowed all over her face. She cried and called his name, but couldn't say anything.

What do you say?

She never thought that Lin Anzhi would betray her, just like she never imagined what would happen after the whole world suddenly collapsed.

As soon as she cried, Lin Anzhi completely panicked. He knelt heavily on the ground, his pupils were red, and he reached out to hold her hand: "Mo Bing, don't cry, I have a reason, a reason."

Mo Bing pushed him away, her wet eyes were full of determination: "I don't need a reason." She shouted at him, roaring hoarsely, "Lin Anzhi, you have known me for fourteen years, you don't know me Is it? No sand can get in my eyes."

Because, I will cry and blind my eyes.

She had told him so, that if he betrayed her, she would cry and cry until she lost her eyesight.

Not to lie to him.

She pushed him away, then fell to the ground, crying loudly. She, who never liked to cry, squatted in front of him and cried hysterically.

Lin Anzhi panicked and hugged her fiercely. There was no gleam left in his gloomy eyes, as if the sky had fallen, desperate and terrified: "Mo Bing, don't cry, don't cry, okay? "

She hugged her belly and slowly curled up into a ball: "Anzhi... it hurts."

Lying in his arms, she suddenly convulsed, unable to straighten her back, tears all over her face, and the blood faded little by little.

His hands froze, and he didn't dare to move: "W-Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" He stretched out his hand and brushed her face, cold and cold, "Mo Bing, Mo Bing, what's wrong with you?"

She pressed her abdomen and said it was painful.

He didn't dare to touch her, his hands were trembling, he touched the phone, and called for first aid tremblingly, his voice was almost choked, and he didn't hang up, he dropped the phone, knelt on the ground, and bent down to hug her: "It doesn't hurt anymore, we Go to the hospital, go to the hospital."

Mo Bing kept crying out in pain.

Lin Anzhi picked her up, only to find that her white skirt was covered in blood.

"Mo, Mo Bing..."

She stopped making a sound, and he, started crying.

At 9:30, Jiang Jiusheng received a call from Lin Anzhi. It was still too late. Mo Bing was sent to the emergency room. She didn't see Mo Bing, but only saw blood on Lin Anzhi's shirt. She sat in the emergency room in a daze. Outside the door, like a dead person, motionless, expressionless, and silent.

"Do you know," Jiang Jiusheng walked over and paused, "Mo Bing is pregnant."

He looked up sharply, then dumbfounded.

The next second, he laughed, raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

Jiang Jiusheng turned around and looked at the operating light in the emergency room: "If the child is not saved, don't appear in front of her in a short time."

Without saying a word, he sat on the ground, lost his soul, and wiped the blood from one hand on his face. It was his blood, his palm was muddy, and his flesh was pinched.

Jiang Jiusheng walked aside, dialed the phone to Yuwen Chongchong: "Mo Bing has an accident, I'm afraid I'll be photographed, can you stop the news?"

Yuwen Chongchong has a wide network of contacts in the entertainment industry, and several media outlets have negotiated with him. If he comes forward, at least he won't be out of control.

"I'll try my best." He asked, "How's he doing?"

Jiang Jiusheng lowered his voice: "Still giving first aid."

"I'll be there later."

She hung up the phone and looked back at the person standing behind her all the time: "Shi Jin, can the hospital block the news?"

Shi Jin said yes, and supported her shoulder: "You go to the ward to rest, and I will stay here."

Jiang Jiusheng refused to leave, and kept guarding, Shi Jin didn't say anything, and stayed with her every step of the way.

Half an hour later, the door of the operating room opened, and the female doctor came out with an unfriendly expression: "Which one is the family member of the patient?"

Lin Anzhi stood up leaning on the wall, his tie crooked, and said in a hoarse voice, "I am."

The doctor took a look at him: "Are you the father of the child?"

He nodded vigorously, unable to stand still, shaky: "Yes, I am."

"The patient's mood swings are too big and the fetal image is unstable, so there is no problem anymore. However, she can't be stimulated anymore, so she won't be so lucky next time."

Lin Anzhi breathed a sigh of relief, there was a little light in his lifeless pupils, his voice was still trembling: "Thank you, thank you doctor."

The female doctor nodded to Shi Jin and left.

Lin Anzhi was about to rush in immediately.

Jiang Jiusheng reached out to stop her: "Let her calm down."

He froze on the spot for a long time, but still retracted his feet.

Jiang Jiusheng went in, and Mo Bing had already woken up. She was lying on the hospital bed, her eyes were empty, staring at the roof, and the dazzling light fell into her eyes, which were bright red.

"Has he left?" The voice was empty, and Mo Bing was still staring at the light, his eyes blank and empty.

Jiang Jiusheng sat beside her: "It's outside."

Afterwards, Mo Bing closed his eyes and didn't say a word anymore, the tears in the corners of his eyes slipped into the pillow cover drop by drop.

Jiang Jiusheng sat for a while, and when he left the ward, Lin Anzhi was still at the door, still in the same posture, sitting on the ground covered in blood, his eyes were exactly the same as Mo Bing's, lifeless.

"How is she?"

Jiang Jiusheng asked back, "What do you think?"

Lin Anzhi clenched his hands tightly, his palms were filled with sticky blood, he stared at the ward with his eyes fixed, and there was a pair of eyes reflected on the glass, desolate and cold.

Jiang Jiusheng walked around him, turned around and looked up, and saw Wen Shuning.

She laughed, annoyed.

Just about to go forward, Shi Jin grabbed her. She shook her head, signaling him to let go. Shi Jin hesitated for a moment, let go, and followed her, fearing that she would suffer, so he didn't leave a single step.

Jiang Jiusheng, who never liked to speak foul language, could not hold back, approached, and stared at Wen Shuning: "You fucking dare to come to the hospital."

Wen Shuning raised his eyelids: "It's none of your business."

Shi Jin's eyes turned cold, and he took a step forward. Jiang Jiusheng took his hand and said in a low voice, "Shi Jin, don't meddle in women's affairs."

He took a step back and only said in her ear: "Be careful of the wound."

Jiang Jiusheng walked over and took a look at Wen Shuning. She was tall, even if Wen Shuning was wearing high heels, he had to raise his head to look directly into her eyes.

Without saying a word, Jiang Jiusheng raised his hand and gave him a slap.

Wen Shuning was dumbfounded: "You—"

She interrupted with a cold tone: "My family Mo Bing is not in good health yet, this slap, I will slap her."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand again, quickly and ruthlessly, and slapped Wen Shuning on the right cheek.

Wen Shuning was furious, covered his face and yelled angrily: "Jiang Jiusheng!"

Jiang Jiusheng said in a lukewarm tone, "This slap is for the child in her stomach." It was too hard, and her palms were burning.

If it weren't for the injuries on his body, it is estimated that two slaps would not pay off.

Jiang Jiusheng slapped her hard, Wen Shuning's face turned red and swollen quickly, she became angry from embarrassment, but she was afraid of the man behind Jiang Jiusheng, so she didn't dare to make a move, and shouted: "What are you!"

She was calm, staring at the other party coldly, speaking in a straightforward tone, not angry, but not arrogant: "I don't count anything, so I will hit you. Come to me if you are angry, and see if I am afraid of you."

After all, Wen Shuning is the proud girl of heaven, a strong woman who has been immersed in the shopping malls. Where has she ever suffered such humiliation, she couldn't bear it anymore, and raised her hand to fight back.

Jiang Jiusheng stopped her raised hand without any effort, shook it away vigorously, turned around and said to the two bodyguards sent by Yuwen, "If she doesn't leave by herself, throw her out."

The two bodyguards said yes.

Jiang Jiusheng glanced coolly, and Jin left at the same time.

Wen Shuning gritted his teeth hard, did not go any further, and raised his voice: "Anzhi, let's talk."

Lin Anzhi's lifeless eyes quickly lit up two fires. He bowed his waist, got up, and walked through the long hospital corridor. When he got close, he grabbed her and dragged her into an empty ward. Slam the door shut.

He slammed her against the wall: "Is it you!"

Her back slammed against the cold wall, and Wen Shuning's back was numb with pain. She gritted her teeth and raised her head: "It's me." A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "I deliberately delayed I'm the one who released the news to you, and everything was premeditated by me."

The fire in Lin Anzhi's eyes burst out of his sockets, and he grabbed her by the neck: "Wen Shuning, why don't you die!"

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If you want to complain about Lin Anzhi, hold back and wait until tomorrow's confession round!

Also, don't ask me about the official match, because the more I write, the more heartbroken I am, and all the preset endings in my mind are collapsing...

Never been so tangled!