My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

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That year, the cherry blossoms in Weibai Mountain bloomed very early, and the mountains and fields were filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the wind blew their nostrils. At that time, Qin Xiaoyi was ten years shy of eighteen years old.

A group of teenagers and girls who graduated from high school unloaded their heavy books and played a bold and old-fashioned game. The cocktail bottle was rotated several times, and the mouth of the bottle pointed at Qin Xiaoyi.

The girl opposite smiled: "It's your turn now." He asked her, "Truth or dare?"

Qin Xiaoyi was a little uninterested and sat on the ground leaning against a tree. When he was young, he was frivolous and casual, so he lazily said casually: "Let's have a big adventure."

The seventh young lady of the Qin family has always played big games.

"Pick anyone and kiss for more than ten seconds." After the girl finished speaking, she glanced meaningfully at the boy next to her.

The young man's eyes were a little timid, and he quietly looked at the person opposite, his eyes unabashedly admiring him.

Qin Xiaoyi stretched out her hand, took a piece of cherry blossoms, and played with it in her hand: "Can you not choose from among you?" Without looking at the boy, she looked far away, "I choose him."

Under the cherry blossom tree in full bloom, there stood a man with his coat in his hands. He was wearing an off-white turtleneck sweater and black trousers. He probably stood there for a long time, with a few flowers falling on his shoulders.

"Young Master, Mr. Teng called and asked you to go back tomorrow." The middle-aged man was his secretary, surnamed Qiu.

Teng Ying opened her palm and caught two pieces of fallen flowers with a calm expression: "Just say that my legs are injured and I can't move."

Secretary Qiu was a little embarrassed: "This -"

"Okay, don't disturb my mood."

Secretary Qiu stopped talking and retreated not far away to wait.

"Classmate, give me a kiss."

It was the girl's voice, which sounded without warning, clean and ethereal, but the words she spoke were so wanton and bold.

Teng Ying turned around, and before she could see the girl's appearance clearly, she held her shoulders, with an arrogant and aloof look on her face: "How about a kiss with me?"

Where did this frivolous girl come from?

He was wearing a mask and his eyes were slightly cold: "Please respect yourself."

Self-respect?

She half-smiled, and without saying a word, she started directly, pulled off his mask, and rashly leaned over to block his mouth.

It was rare that he was stunned and allowed this little girl to take advantage of him. In the end, he wiped his mouth with an expression of disgust.

Not far away, young people aged 17 or 18 were booing.

She turned around and smiled carelessly at her companions: "I don't want to play anymore. It's not that I can't afford it, but I'm bored." After saying that, she took out a wad of cash from her wallet and stuffed it into the collar of his sweater, "This is to compensate you. If the mental damages are not enough, please contact my lawyer.”

She said this very arrogantly.

After that, she wrote a number to him and walked away without even looking at it.

Under the tree, cherry blossoms were flying, and the sky was filled with crimson catkins. Teng Ying looked at the girl's slender neck, smiled, took out the money from her collar, and counted eight.

His first kiss was only worth eight hundred dollars.

It was that night that he had a dream, which was confusing and crazy. In the dream, he was pinned under a tree by a girl and did whatever she wanted. She was bullied inside and outside. She pressed on him and was extremely arrogant. However, he didn't resist. .

When I woke up, I felt the sheets were slippery.

Teng Ying, he hasn't had such a dream in many years. He thought he could break away from the world of mortals and become a monk.

After changing his clothes, he dialed Secretary Qiu's number: "Find me someone."

"Master, please tell me."

He recalled, with an unconscious smile on his face: "Seventeen or eighteen years old, about 1.65 meters tall, long hair, student, camping in Weibai Mountain."

There are many students camping in Weibai Mountain. With only this information, there is no way to start. The secretary asked: "Are there any other characteristics?"

He thought for a while: "Like a wild cat, very proud."

"..."

You can't just find a cat. Secretary Qiu asked again: "What does it look like?"

Teng Ying rubbed her chin, thought for a long time, and said, "Beautiful." He added, "Very beautiful."

Like a rose with thorns.

Secretary Qiu was embarrassed: "I'll go look for it."

Of course, the rose with thorns was not found in the end. There were several schools camping at the foot of Weibai Mountain that day. After the camping, they all went back home. There was no clue and no way to investigate.

The next time Teng Ying saw her was on TV.

The cup of tea in his hand was almost knocked over by him. He asked the person next to him: "Who is she?"

I don't know what kind of award show it was. He never cared about that circle, nor did he pay attention to celebrities.

Teng Ming glanced at it and took a sip of the tea in the cup: "It's the seventh lady of the Qin family, Qin Xiaoyi." He looked at Teng Ying with interest, "What, are you interested?"

Teng Ying said concisely and to the point: "Yes."

It was strange that a person who usually cultivated flowers, made tea and chanted sutras was suddenly interested in women. Teng Ming smiled: "They are from the Qin family, so it's up to you to snatch her away."

Teng Ying filtered the tea leaves and said calmly: "I don't want to rob her, I just want to treat her."

Two months later, he met her at a dinner party.

Qin Xiaoyi came late: "Sorry, I'm late."

Different from the exquisitely made-up look on TV, she just showed up with a plain face and casual clothes.

The director stood up from the dinner table: "Xiao Yi, let me introduce you." The people at the table were all from the crew, with only one unfamiliar face, "This is the sponsor of our crew, Mr. Teng from Qingteng Technology. "

Qingteng Technology.

Oh, people from the Teng family.

The Qin family and the Teng family were in harmony with each other. Qin Xiaoyi stretched out her hand to him calmly and generously: "I am Qin Xiaoyi."

His appearance has grown a bit, and he is less youthful than before, and his eyes are more arrogant.

Still sitting, he held her hand, his palm dry and slightly cold: "Teng Ying."

She had heard about Teng Ming, but she didn't know that there was Teng Ying in the Teng family. After letting go of her hand, she sat down next to the director and raised her head. Teng Ying was sitting opposite, pouring tea, and spoke absentmindedly: "You're twenty minutes late."

This guy must have done it on purpose.

She stood up and poured wine: "I punish myself with three drinks."

At the dinner party, everyone was full of people, and the face of the benefactor's father was to be seen. Qin Xiaoyi's wine was indispensable, both white and red, and she drank a lot.

She had just finished drinking the wine and had not yet regained her energy. She seemed quite calm.

The director asked her: "Xiao Yi, how are you going back? You have drunk and can't drive. Do you want me to ask someone to take you off?"

She answered fluently: "No, my agent will come to pick me up."

The director praised her for her good drinking ability.

After three drinks, everyone drank a lot, but Teng Ying drank tea. However, he was the first to leave the table: "I have something else to do, so I have to take a step first."

The director and producer stood up to see each other off, and were naturally respectful and polite to the sponsor's father.

Qin Xiaoyi only now noticed that he was sitting in a wheelchair. Bad at acting, oh, he is the eldest son of the Teng family who has no real power.

She was helped off the table by her manager Yang Lan. The wine was really powerful.

When he arrived at the door of the hotel room, Yang Lan discovered that the room key had been left in the car.

"Xiao Yi."

"Xiao Yi."

After shouting twice, Qin Xiaoyi raised his head from Yang Lan's shoulder and looked at her with drunken eyes: "Huh?"

The stamina of the wine had completely kicked in, and she was completely drunk.

Yang Lan asked her to lean against the wall: "You wait at the door, I'll go down and get the key." This is a hotel owned by the Qin family, and it is a VIP floor, so there is no need to worry about safety issues.

She squinted her eyes as if she couldn't open them: "Oh."

Yang Lan asked again: "Don't leave, you know?"

She stood obediently: "Oh."

Yang Lan was still not at ease, so she ran there, going back and forth for five minutes. When she came back, she was still standing obediently. She was quite peaceful even though she was drunk, and there was no fuss or noise.

She felt relieved, took him into the room, watched her sleep, and then returned to her room.

only--

Yang Lan never imagined that a drunk guy would get up in the middle of the night, put on a hotel bathrobe, and knock on someone else's door.

Qin Xiaoyi punched and kicked the door opposite, and shouted: "Open the door."

When the door didn't open, she continued to kick: "Open the door quickly!"

"Did you hear that? Open the door!"

"This fairy orders you to drive——"

Snap.

The door opened, and Teng Ying was sitting in a wheelchair, still wearing a hotel bathrobe. She had just come out of the bathroom, with heat in her eyes and a slight sullenness.

Qin Xiaoyi was still drunk and very drunk. He squinted his eyes and looked at people: "Are you a waiter?" He looked at her twice more and shook his head, "Oh, you must be a duck when you look like this."

After a few glasses of wine, he started to act hooligan.

Teng Ying leaned on her wheelchair leisurely and raised her chin slightly to look at her: "This is my room."

She didn't even wear any shoes, she walked in with bare feet, glared at him, and said fiercely: "You go out, I don't need to wait on you."

"..."

Duck?

Teng Ying was not angry, but smiled.

With a bang, the door was blown shut by the wind.

She was unsteady and staggered, her feet got caught on the wheels of his wheelchair, and she fell onto his lap. She didn't get up like a rogue, and sat on the carpet, staring at his legs. She frowned and looked puzzled: "Can a lame person nowadays be a duck?" She stared at it with interest in her drunken eyes, "Can you move your legs?"

She was so curious that she stretched out a finger to poke his leg, everywhere, and poked his thigh several times.

Teng Ying snorted, grabbed her hand, and said in a low and dangerous voice, "Qin Xiaoyi."

She stopped moving her hands and raised her head. Her eyes were hazy, as if covered with a layer of water vapor. She was focused but still confused: "I've seen your face before somewhere."

"Now that I think about it-"

She interrupted, stood up suddenly, looked at his face closer, her drunken hot breath sprayed on his face, and asked him: "How much does it cost you per night?" She was also wearing a hotel bathrobe. When she leaned over, her face was white under the collarbone. Her skin was looming, and her tone was arrogant and unruly, and she said, "I'll protect you."

This wanton and bold look is exactly the same as before. Even when he was drunk like this, he was still wild and untamable, like a wild cat, just scratching him.

It feels unbearable.

For the first time, he knew what this word meant.

"I'm expensive," he said.

He didn't know why he said that. In short, he just wanted to do this. He wanted to pull out her claws and teeth and keep this wild cat in captivity.

"I just have more money."

After saying that, she put her hands on his shoulders, lowered her head and pressed her lips against his. Then, she acted evilly and without any rules, biting and biting.

Teng Ying opened his mouth and let her fool around for a while, then pinched her chin to distance herself a little: "Remember," his voice was hoarse, and he leaned close to her ear, "You slept with me."

Her eyes were blurry and she blinked once, then again.

"Ask you again, do you want to sleep with me?"

She was very confused and drunk, and nodded blankly.

"I'll give you some sleep." He suddenly stood up from the wheelchair.

She stared at his legs with wide eyes: "Aren't you lame?"

"I'll tell you right now whether a lame person can be a duck."

He picked her up and put her on the bed.

He was going to make a decision about this wild cat.

The next day, the sky was sunny and the sun reached the end of the bed. He woke up, touched the pillow and felt a chill. He suddenly woke up and sat up in shock. He looked around the room and saw no one anywhere.

On the bedside table, she left a check for one million.

He touched the cigarette case, took it out and lit one. Okay, let's run away after sleeping, right?

Qin Xiaoyi ran away and went abroad. He stayed there for a month and had an affair with the violinist Xie Dang abroad. In this month, Teng Ying has participated in several movies, and as the father of the financial sponsor, she has openly intervened in her schedule.

At the end of the month, he returned to Mianzhou, and Teng Ming was also there.

He wore a pair of glasses and was feeding the goldfish in the lotus pond: "Why are you suddenly interested in the film and television industry?"

Teng Ying was sitting in a wheelchair, playing a violin in her hand, playing it from time to time: "Not interested."

"You invested in three movies." Teng Ming looked at him, half-smiling, "Qin Qi, you're still playing with her."

The violin makes a clanging sound, which is really unpleasant.

This shit!

Teng Ying threw the violin aside, as if she was angry and resigned: "I won't play anymore, I'm going to do it for real."

Teng Ming smiled and said in a meaningful tone: "Did she offend you?"

He snorted, as if annoyed, kicked the violin, and laughed again: "It's her." He picked up the violin again, "Broken my precept."

The secretary said she liked playing the violin.

Oh, woman, don’t worry.

Teng Ming leaned against the wooden fence of the verandah and watched the show: "What precept?"

His expression didn't change: "Lust, caution."

Teng Ming laughed dumbly.

The sound of the violin sounded again, which was so irritating to people's ears. Teng Ming poured the whole fish food into the lotus pond: "I will go to Jiangbei, Mianzhou, and you can help me keep an eye on it."

"It hasn't been solved yet?" Teng Ying looked at the violin on his shoulder and mentioned casually, "That Jiang Jiusheng."

"Well," Teng Ming walked a few steps and then stood still, thinking, as if he couldn't explain a sentence or two clearly, "She is someone I can't figure out."

Undoubtedly, she was the best move to deal with Shi Jin, but he just didn't know where to make it, and he didn't know why he had to look forward and backward, fearing a total defeat and losing both sides.

Amidst the intermittent sound of the piano, Teng Ying's voice was clear and powerful, and her words were deep: "Ah Ming, Jiang Jiusheng is not suitable, don't be serious."

He almost didn't think about it before retorting: "Who said I was serious?" He laughed and scolded him for being nosy, and said, "Mind your own business."

At that time, he didn't know how hard his fall would be.