My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

"Let's talk." Wen Shuning broke the deadlock first.

He looked innocent and said nothing.

She stood up and sat on the sofa opposite him: "I know you still hate me. It's normal for you to be unwilling. I can give you time. Let's live a good life when the child is born."

This is the result of what she has thought about for a long time.

He didn't love her, and they had no trust at all, and were even on guard against each other. It didn't matter, she had a child, and she got him. She always believed that as long as it lasted long enough, he would always be hers.

Wen Shuning looked at the man opposite who didn't even look at her. The disappointment flashed in his eyes: "It doesn't matter if you don't love me. We each get what we need. You stay with me and the child, and I will give it to you." Something you want."

Lin Anzhi didn't even raise his head and remained silent for a long time.

"Um."

It's a statement.

Wen Shuning's eyes brightened and he stretched out his hand.

He immediately backed away.

The smile on her lips froze.

Lin Anzhi stood up and took his suit jacket: "You stay at the Wen family to take good care of the baby, and I'll go back to the company."

After leaving a word, he turned and left the room.

Wen Shuning clenched his hands tightly until his palms were numb from the pinch, and then slowly let go, and the turbulent emotions in his eyes calmed down.

It doesn't matter, this life will last forever, this man will be hers sooner or later.

"Knock-knock-knock."

The knocking on the door was slow and slow.

Wen Shuning sat up straight: "Come in."

It was Wen Shihao who walked in, took the anti-fetal medicine and asked casually: "Lin Anzhi doesn't want to stay overnight?"

This unmarried couple is worse than strangers.

"The company has something to deal with." Wen Shuning obviously didn't want to talk more, "What's the matter with you?"

Wen Shi was in a hurry to go out, brushed her skirt and sat down, folding one leg over the other and putting her hands on the skirt.

Her temperament is not similar to her mother Wen Shuhua, but more like Wen Shuning, and she is strong at heart.

"I just discussed it with my grandpa. Auntie, you are inconvenient. The doctor also said that you should not work too hard in the first three months. I will follow up on the SJ's project. If there is anything you don't understand, I will ask auntie. Please give me more advice." The tone of her narrative was not that of discussion.

Wen Shuning is an advanced maternal age and should not be tired, and SJ’s project has basically taken shape. Wen Zhixiao meant to let her authorize it and just keep an eye on it. Moreover, Wen Zhixiao also intends to let his granddaughter join the company.

"You can join the company, but" Wen Shuning changed the topic and said calmly, "I plan to hand over that project to An Zhi for follow-up. If you are interested, you can contact him directly."

Is this to protect her?

Besides, Lin Anzhi still had Mo Bing in his arms. How could he be so free of grudges so quickly?

Wen Shihao smiled: "Do you believe him?"

I don’t believe it, but I don’t believe you even more.

Wen Shuning said matter-of-factly: "We are all one family, so naturally we are of the same mind."

Wen Shi was so amused that he stopped talking.

Without continuing the topic, the anti-fetal medicine on the table went cold. Wen Shuning drank it slowly and said casually: "I have something to ask you."

"Auntie, tell me."

Wen Shuning raised his head and looked at her: "Did you know anything about the Wen family's murder case back then?"

Wen Shihao looked surprised and seemed confused: "Why do you say that?"

You come and go, testing each other.

The whole family also wore face masks.

"Shi Jin kidnapped you, didn't he?" Wen Shuning asked back. Although it was a question, his tone was firm. He looked at his niece with a slightly scrutinizing look, "Is it related to Jiang Jiusheng?"

In this muddy water, another person has trickled in. The case back then was indeed a piece of cake.

Wen Shihao lifted her hair from her ears, with an innocent look on her face: "How did I know?" She frowned, looking troubled, "Shi Jin is a lunatic, and I don't know where I offended him."

Jiang Jiusheng was her last trump card, how could she share it.

Wen Shuning stared and said nothing more.

Jiangbei, Qin's Hotel.

At six o'clock, the sun sets in the west, and the afterglow is of the right color, dyeing the sky outside the house with red clouds.

The two receptionist colleagues at the front desk of the hotel stood up straight and looked at the door from time to time. The big boss was standing on the glass wall next to the door making a phone call. The employees who came and went nodded respectfully.

"Sixth Young Master, the Zhao brothers' information has been sent to you." Qin Zhong said on the phone.

Shi Jin was wearing a Bluetooth headset and holding a tablet in his hand. He slid through a few pages and browsed through them in a hurry before asking, "Where is the Wen family?"

I have been staring at the Wen family recently.

What the Sixth Young Master meant was that the Wen family could no longer stay. The malicious intent was too great and the consequences would be endless.

Qin Zhong was meticulous about everything: "Wen Zhixiao was hospitalized after he was released from the detention center. Wen Shuning raised her baby at home. She authorized the sj's project to Lin Anzhi, and only let people keep an eye on it secretly. In addition, a week ago, Wen Shuning Having contacted Zhao Zhixian, they should have noticed that we were investigating what happened back then."

Shi Jin pondered slightly: "Keep staring."

"yes."

After hanging up the phone, Shi Jin lowered his head and focused his gaze on the tablet. The setting sun filtered through the glass, filtering a layer of mirror light and refracting into a soft apricot color. His fingertips occasionally slid, and the light and shadow danced.

Fair and slender, with well-defined joints, they are really incredibly beautiful hands.

"Mr. Shi." Fu Dongqing stepped forward and shouted.

Shi Jin looked up and nodded: "Hello, Miss Fu."

Miss Fu.

Polite and thoughtful, yet very distant and indifferent.

Fu Dongqing smiled and said, "Mr. Shi is too polite, just call me by my name."

The phone rang, a soft rock song.

Shi Jin glanced at the caller, and the corners of his eyes slightly curved upward. Without raising his head, he said, "Miss Fu, please help yourself." Then he turned around and put the phone to his ear, "Shengsheng."

His voice was low and very soft: "I'm at the door of the hotel. You don't have to come over. I'll go find you."

The way he spoke was as gentle as the wind.

Unlike just now, although he had the demeanor of an aristocratic family, he always controlled the distance, keeping a distance, and rejecting others thousands of miles away. Fu Dongqing stood there, the sunset dazzling her eyes slightly, and she squinted.

This man made her feel as addictive as drugs and crime.

"holly."

"holly."

Manager Li Weian shouted twice, but Fu Dongqing didn't respond. She stretched out her hand and waved it twice in front of her eyes: "What are you looking at? You are so absorbed."

Fu Dongqing looked away: "It's nothing."

The black Cayenne was parked on the roadside in front of the hotel. Shi Jin approached and rolled down the car window.

Jiang Jiusheng wore a red plaid jacket today, which made her skin fairer. She looked energetic and good-looking. She wore light makeup, matte lip color, and light peach blossom eye makeup.

She usually doesn't like makeup, and her temperament is rather cold. She puts on a little makeup, and the color is beautiful and bright.

Shi Jin bent down slightly: "Why didn't you wait for me to pick you up?"

She took off her mask and said, "The filming went very smoothly and ended early."

Shi Jin leaned forward and pecked her lips several times: "Shengsheng, sit over here and I'll drive."

She unbuckled her seat belt and sat in the passenger seat. Shi Jin got into the car, fastened her seat belt first, put his hand around her waist, closed the window, and then kissed her.

There were not many people walking on the street, and the couple in the car kissed for a long time.

Some of her lipstick was stained on Shi Jin's lips. Jiang Jiusheng thought about whether to wipe it for him. He stuck out his tongue and licked it naturally.

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

Everything Shi Jin did was pleasing to the eye.

Really flirty.

Very ascetic.

She moved her eyes away: "Why do you drive this car recently?"

He put both hands on the steering wheel, drove slowly, and explained simply: "Bulletproof."

No wonder, there are two more cars at home.

After get off work, there was a bit of a traffic jam. After passing four traffic lights, the music on the car was all her songs. She asked Shi Jin if he would get tired of listening to it.

Shi Jin asked her back: Why do you get tired of singing? He added with a smile, I love the house and the bird.

If she wasn't driving, she wanted to rush over and kiss Shi Jin.

There was a pedestrian street ahead with a lot of people. Jiang Jiusheng looked out the car window: "Stop at the dessert shop in front. Jin Yu likes to eat their matcha cake."

Shi Jin pulled over and locked the windows: "I'll go buy it. You wait for me in the car."

The dessert shop was doing very well, and there were a lot of people queuing up. Jiang Jiusheng waited for more than ten minutes, but Shi Jin didn't come out yet. The car window was one-way, and there was a lot of traffic outside.

There were many people on the street. Passers-by were rushing to get off work. The white-haired old man was knocked down by the pedestrians who were running by. The old man's tricycle was also overturned. The tricycle's faucet was then knocked over. There is a row of shared bicycles.

The passers-by just stopped and looked at each other for a few times, and then continued on their way in a hurry. Maybe there are too many people bumping into each other these days, and people don’t like to show kindness. The 70-year-old man struggled to help the bicycles up one by one. , probably hit his leg and walked with a limp. There were so many people passing by, but no one stepped forward to help.

Jiang Jiusheng unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, and walked to the side of the road: "I'll do it, you go over there and have a rest."

The old man smiled at her, shook his head, and slowly bent down to hold the car in place. He had many age spots on the back of his hands and had a slight hand tremor.

Jiang Jiusheng said nothing and walked over to help.

Finally, the old man took out a bottle of water from the tricycle and handed it to her with a smile: "Thank you, little girl."

She answered: "You're welcome."

Just as I was about to return to the car, a motorcycle drove towards me. Even on the sidewalk, the speed was still very fast. The wheel hit the sewer manhole cover that was not lying flat. The motorcycle wheel slipped and lost direction, and it swerved to the ground. The crowd quickly evaded the collision, and the wheel twisted to the right, just in time to hit the old man's three-wheeler that had just been lifted up.

The tricycle moved forward with inertia, and the handlebar hit Jiang Jiusheng's ankle sideways. The friction and thrust were so great that her leg hurt and she almost fell down.

The motorcycle was blocked by a three-wheeler and then stopped. The owner of the motorcycle was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a very simple and honest face. He was not tall. When he hit someone, he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you Is anything okay?"

Jiang Jiusheng frowned, but shook his head: "It's okay."

The man touched his pocket and took out a business card: "My name is Zhao Zhixian. If anything happens, you-"

The words are not finished yet.

"What did you do to her?"

The voice was cold, holding back anger.

Jiang Jiusheng looked up and saw Shi Jin standing behind the man, with extremely gloomy eyes.

The man suddenly became frightened, shrank his head, and lowered his head: "I didn't mean it."

His hand shook and the business card fell to the ground.

Xiande Farmhouse, Zhao Zhixian.

Shi Jin stared into the other person's eyes, with anger on his brows: "Who sent you here?"

The gaze is deep, like ice in the depths of the sea, making people shudder.

"me--"

The man stumbled, not daring to raise his head.

The anger in Shi Jin's eyes was too strong.

"Shi Jin." Jiang Jiusheng walked over and held his hand, "I'm fine, it was just a small accident."

Shi Jin calmed down and said, "Get out."

As if he had been granted amnesty, the man quickly left on his motorcycle.

Shi Jin handed the bag in his hand to Jiang Jiusheng, squatted down with his free hand, and rolled up the edge of her pants a little. Sure enough, they were bruised.

He raised his head and frowned: "Can you leave?"

"Yes." She took two steps in place, "It's okay."

Shi Jin led her back to the car. There was a medical kit in the car. He took out two ointments and turned around: "Stretch your feet over here."

Jiang Jiusheng obediently put her legs on his knees, lowered her head and looked into his eyes. There was still dusk mist in his pupils, and said coldly, "Why are you so angry?"

Shi Jin dipped a cotton swab in the ointment, applied it on her ankle, and rubbed it gently.

He said: "I can't control it." He raised his head, and the sharpness in his eyes gradually softened, "Shengsheng, I'm doing psychotherapy, but it doesn't seem to have any effect. I still lose control when it comes to you. "

Just the slightest bump from her would cause him to get into chaos. He was like a lunatic with persecutory delusions. He always felt that everyone in the world wanted to harm him.

Especially the man just now, he recognized that face...

He lowered his eyes, and the long silhouette under his eyelashes covered all the emotions in his eyes.

"It's okay." Jiang Jiusheng moved over and looked at him closer, "I will hold you back when you lose control."

After applying the medicine, Shi Jin straightened her trouser legs, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and put his hand on her waist: "Did I scare you just now?"

She was really stunned for a moment just now.

She shook her head: "I'm worried that something will really happen to me one day, and you--"

Shi Jin interrupted her: "Don't make such assumptions."

She didn't speak anymore, but she still couldn't help but imagine how extreme Shi Jin would be if she wasn't around when he lost control.

Thinking about the worst, if something happened to her one day, Shi Jin would go crazy.

It's scary to think about it.

In the evening, Qin Zhong called.

Shi Jin was on the balcony: "What's going on?"

"Wen Shuning went to see Zhao Zhixian, and," Qin Zhong said in a somewhat eager tone, "the Zhao brothers have what we want."

Shi Jin stared intently, and the clear black and white pupils were reflected in the glass window. The color of his eyes blended with the color of blood, with a warm and cold tone, and he said: "Send me the address."

Qin Zhong understood.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jiusheng came out of the bathroom. Shi Jin walked over and looked at her ankle. It seemed that the bruise was bigger.

He squatted down and pressed lightly on the red and swollen edge: "Does it hurt?"

"A little."

He picked her up and put her on the sofa. He turned around to get the medicine kit. He had prepared all kinds of medicine at home. He applied several kinds of ointments and then tied her ankle tightly with a bandage.

Just a little bruised.

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't laugh or cry: "It would be great to have a doctor as your boyfriend."

Shi Jin's brows furrowed slightly, and then he showed a faint smile: "If you just say my name, I will be happier." His tone became more serious, but his eyes were still gentle, like warning and coaxing, "Shengsheng, even if I’m a doctor, you don’t have to get hurt all the time, you know?”

Is this also called an injury?

Jiang Jiusheng nodded, very obedient.

She is always very obedient when she agrees, but when things go wrong, she always holds nothing back. Such a temperament of hers!

Shi Jin couldn't bear to talk about her anymore, so he took her back to the room, put her on the bed, spread the quilt and covered her: "Shengsheng, you go to bed first."

Jiang Jiusheng hugged his neck and didn't let go: "What about you?"

Shi Jin was still wearing his shirt, with one button loosened at the collar, exposing a little skin of his neck. When he spoke, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he said, "I want to go out."

Jiang Jiusheng was a little surprised: "This point?"

It's past nine o'clock.

"Well, you'll be back later, so you don't have to wait for me." Shi Jin said, ruffling her hair, his eyes as gentle as the moonlight.

She was a little worried: "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Shi Jin told her without further explanation, "Don't turn on the air conditioner too low. If you can't sleep, don't take sleeping pills. You can drink a glass of red wine to help you sleep. No more, just one glass."

Shi Jin rarely left her alone at home at night. Before she left, she started to worry and nag her. Jiang Jiusheng was amused: "Doctor Shi, I'm not a child."

Shi Jin kissed her forehead and said good night.

She buttoned his collar and told him to drive carefully.

After closing the door, Shi Jin went to the cloakroom to get his coat. He passed by the living room and looked at the boy next to the doghouse on the balcony. He was playing on his mobile phone. It was a program game he created. It was said to be able to develop the right side of the brain. Jiang Bomei was in his arms. He exposed his head and stared at the mobile phone screen in the boy's hand, looking attentively. He raised his head and saw Shi Jin. He immediately shrank and hid his head in the boy's clothes.

Jiang Bomei's right brain is probably developed.

Shi Jin asked, "Aren't you going to go back to sleep?"

Jiang Jinyu looked at the time and stood up. Jiang Bomei quickly followed him, wanting to spend the night with his uncle.

Shi Jin called out to him again: "Can you stay for another two hours?"

Jiang Jinyu turned around, frowning in confusion.

Jiang Bomei also turned her head.

Shi Jin rarely explained patiently: "I want to go out, you stay here to guard your sister."

Jiang Jinyu didn't think about it: "Okay."

He took the phone and returned to the kennel.

Jiang Bomei followed her up and down, so excited.

At 10:10 p.m., the Public Security Bureau received a report that a murder had occurred at a farmhouse in the suburbs. The Forensic and Forensic Medicine Department went to the scene first to collect evidence, followed closely by the Criminal Investigation Team.

The isolation tape had been pulled up at the scene, and Huo Yining showed his police ID and entered the isolation area.

In addition to catering, this farmhouse also has outdoor team building venues. It is a large place with seven or eight small buildings in front and behind, separated by vegetable gardens and fruit trees. The largest building in the innermost area is the residence of the head of the household. After entering the gate, the deceased was lying at the door. There was a pool of blood on the ground, and there were no obvious signs of a fight.

Huo Yining put on gloves and shoe covers and walked in.

Xiao Jiang, a colleague from the Forensic Medicine Department, greeted: "Captain Huo."

Huo Yining walked to the body and squatted down to observe: "Has the identity of the deceased been determined?"

Xiao Jiang nodded: "The deceased Zhao Zhixian was the owner of this farmhouse."

"What about the time of death?"

"Based on the liver temperature, the deceased died about half an hour ago, that is, around 9:40 pm."

It takes twenty minutes to get here from the police station.

Huo Yining stared at the dagger on the deceased's belly and pondered for a moment: "You mean, the police were called just after the deceased died?"

"You can speculate that way."

Huo Yining stood up and looked around. There were overturned chairs on the ground, half-left oranges on the coffee table, and a cup of tea. There were no shoe prints or mud on the ground. There were several pairs of neatly placed at the stairs. Slippers, two pairs of men's slippers, two pairs of women's slippers.

Huo Yining walked to the stairs: "Who reported the case?"

Xiao Jiang replied: "It's Zhao Zhide, the elder brother of the deceased, who is also a witness in this case."

"All their brothers live in this building?"

"Yes, they all live on the second floor."

"Who else?"

"There are also Zhao Zhide's wife and daughter who is in high school."

Sure enough, four people lived together.

Huo Yining asked again: "Is this the scene of the first crime?"

Xiao Jiang showed him the electronic photos taken by the forensic department and said, "This is the first scene. The murder weapon has been sent to the identification department for identification. The results will be available as soon as tomorrow."

Huo Yining looked at them one by one. The traces of homicide were obvious. The fatal wound was in the abdomen. There was not much blood flow, but the stab was very deep: "Where is the suspect?"

Xiao Jiang said: "In the police car."

Not only was the homicide obvious, the evidence was abundant, there were witnesses, and even... the suspect did not escape. Even when the police arrived at the scene, the suspect was still sitting on the sofa, quietly looking at the deceased on the ground, extremely calm.

Weird, very weird.

Huo Yining walked straight to the police car, opened the door, looked up, and was stunned.

Shi Jin sat in the back seat and said calmly, "Can I make a call?"

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