My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

"What happened to the dog? Dogs are man's most loyal friends."

"..."

Damn you, you son of a bitch!

Lu Qidong cursed, then rang the bell in the private room and asked someone to bring wine.

The ones who came to deliver the wine were Hong Nong and a new girl from Toixianju. Their name was Zijiao. Her beauty was of the highest quality even in this Toixianju where there were so many beauties. The ones she served were gentle and courteous. When she saw that Huo Changxun's wine glass was empty, He called out: "Young Master Xun." He stepped forward and was about to pour wine.

Huo Changxun slowly raised his leg, put it on the coffee table, and stopped the person: "I have a family." He waved his hand with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold, "Stay away."

Zi Jiao smiled, retracted her hand and stepped back.

Who said that Mr. Huo Er Shao had no contact with the world at all? He fell into the home of an ordinary person.

About twenty minutes later, Ji Lingran's call came over.

"Ranran."

Huo Changxun ordered a table full of food and just used a few chopsticks.

The wind could still be heard on the phone, and she said: "I'm here, outside." She urged again, but her voice was soft, "Hurry up and come out, you can't stay here for a long time."

Huo Changxun took out a tissue to wipe his hands, took his coat, and stood up: "Lu Qidong has a parking space." He meant to ask her to drive to the parking space and wait for him.

She refused: "No, my car is small."

Three minutes later, Huo Chang found his home and looked at the girl waiting on the roadside and her car with the paint peeling off. He was speechless for a moment.

This car is indeed small, a little sheep on two wheels.

He glanced at the second-hand car that was less than his waist: "Why didn't you bring my car?" All the car keys were placed in the cabinet at the entrance of her home, and she refused to touch them.

Ji Lingran stopped the car, still wearing his helmet, and walked up to him. He raised his face with a big palm and said, "Lower your head."

Such a broken helmet, but she is quite cute wearing it, like a watermelon head emoji.

Huo Changxun was in a good mood and leaned over.

She put the other helmet with half of its paint on him, tied it up on tiptoes, got into the car first, and then said to him: "Come up here."

Huo Changxun scratched his lips and smiled. It was the first time in his life that he sat on this thing.

The little girl in front sat upright: "Hold me, hold me steady."

He held her waist and lifted her legs off the ground. He had long hands and long legs, so this position was not comfortable, but the smile on his lips never stopped.

"I opened."

She said something before turning the handlebars and moving forward at a low and steady speed.

Huo Changxun: "..."

The wind blowing from his face blew away his hairstyle...

This little sheep is quite energetic.

Sitting quietly at the door, two girls who had just gotten off work happened to see this scene.

"Is that Mr. Xun?"

The other girl looked at her long legs with nowhere to rest and said, "It's him."

"Xun Shao's company went bankrupt?"

Xun Shao loves cars, but there is no time when he comes to live in a luxury car without a BMW. This little sheep really doesn't match his aristocratic temperament.

The companion felt that bankruptcy was unlikely, and added: "Even if Mr.

Riding a little sheep for fun?

Rich people really know how to play.

Ji Lingran rode very slowly, and the battery of the car was not working well. It was hard to describe the speed. It was already past eleven o'clock when she got home. She parked the car in the garage to charge, and then asked Huo Changxun if he had eaten.

He said no.

Ji Lingran still couldn't bear to starve him, so she went to order him a bowl of noodles. There wasn't much noodles left in the refrigerator. She was afraid that he wouldn't be full, so she added three eggs to him.

Huo Changxun even drank all the noodle soup.

She thought that he must be very hungry, and she didn't know how to eat outside. She thought that he had drank on an empty stomach before, and she didn't know if he was sober.

"Ranran," she was washing the dishes. Huo Changxun followed her and came up from behind, "Do you love me?"

The plate in her hand slipped, so she immediately turned on the water and rinsed away the foam.

She didn't answer, so he rubbed his face on her neck, asking her, "Do you love me or not? Huh?"

Ji Lingran thought that maybe he was still drunk.

She dried her hands and said, "I'm going to get hangover medicine."

Huo Changxun held her back and refused to let her go. Knowing that she was tough, he stopped forcing her. He made her cry this evening. Her eyes were still swollen. He leaned over and kissed her: "Ranbao, I'll buy you a car." Is the car good?”

He used to only call her that in bed.

Ji Lingran wasn't used to such intimacy, so he leaned back and said, "I have a car."

Again.

She didn't want anything he bought for her, and even after he bought it, he put it in the cabinet and never moved it. But he wanted to buy it for her, and he wanted to pick it for her.

"That little sheep of yours can't even block the wind." He said firmly, not allowing her to refuse, "I'll give you four wheels."

She didn't want a car, so she leaned into his arms and didn't hide anymore. She said in a very obedient manner: "If you don't want a car, can you buy me a pot of cactus?"

He couldn't stand her tone.

The words "How about you" can make his bones crack, let alone the cactus, give her his life.

He leaned against her, put his hands on the refrigerator, held her in his arms and kissed her.

She was still indulgent towards him, and even if she was annoyed with him, she wouldn't be annoyed for a long time. She was made miserable by him two hours ago, but now she didn't hold a grudge and let him get closer and closer.

Kiss, kiss...

Huo Changxun's hands got into her clothes: "Ranbao, I want you."

He pulled her collar away and lowered his head to bite her shoulder strap.

They had just had sex two hours ago. She pushed him, shook her head, and refused softly: "No more." She buried her head in her arms and said in a low voice, "It still hurts a little."

Only then did Huo Qin beast remember his previous animal behavior, and then he became gentler and continued to act like an animal: "Give me your hand."

Well, her hand hurt this time too...

The next day, Xiao Jinghe went to the fire brigade, and people from the Public Security Bureau were also there.

Team Jiang from the Criminal Investigation Team suggested using psychological hypnosis. When people are in crisis or fear, part of their visual and auditory memories will be temporarily lost. This is a subconscious stress response.

Xiao Jinghe agreed.

Team Jiang, the hypnotic psychiatrist, already has a candidate.

Xiao Jinghe said to the people around him: "Captain Jiang and I will go there together. You can go and do your work. You don't have to accompany me." He stayed with her every day and hadn't gone to work for several days.

Rong Li still held her hand and did not let go: "It's okay, I happen to have something to go over."

He didn't say anything.

Team Jiang went out to contact the police station. She and Rong Li were the only ones left in the fire brigade conference room. She turned around, hung her hand around Rong Li's neck, and looked at him with a smile: "You won't tell me?"

Yes, you have to report it to your girlfriend.

Rong Li said: "I have seen a psychiatrist before, let's talk to him again."

Along the way, she asked a lot about his visit to the psychiatrist. He probably didn't want her to worry about it, so he only picked up the good ones and said that he was just slightly anxious earlier and that he was fine now.

Coincidentally, the doctor who performed psychological hypnosis on Xiao Jinghe was Rong Li's former attending psychiatrist named Zhang Xiancheng. He was a handsome and gentle middle-aged man with a good conversation and temperament.

He first consulted Xiao Jinghe. In addition to Rong Li, Captain Jiang was also present. After understanding the basic situation and information, he started to guide her to sleep.

During hypnosis, Zhang Xiancheng also played the English song. Almost as soon as the intro came out, she frowned in a deep sleep.

"Canyoufeelme?AsIbreathelifeintoyou."

The red wine glass on the table was overturned.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock... The bright red wine fell on the carpet drop by drop, reflecting a coquettish red color by the bright firelight.

"Inawhilemyflower, somewhereinadeserthaze..."

The cell phone rang suddenly.

She stumbled over and answered the phone with trembling hands.

"Hello."

In the fire, apart from the sound of crackling wood, there was only her trembling voice: "Who are you? Speak."

No one spoke.

The whistle came from the phone, playing the tune of the English song intermittently, high and low, high and low...

There were footsteps behind her, and she turned around suddenly.

"Rong Li!"

Xiao Jinghe, who was deeply asleep, struggled for a while. Just when Rong Li was about to speak, Zhang Xiancheng shook his head to signal him not to interrupt, then turned down the music and made a clicking sound.

She kept talking in her sleep, sweating more and more on her head.

The fire in the dream was getting stronger and stronger. In the slow light of the fire, there was a tall and thin figure. The figure had his back to the light and a red wine glass in his hand. The red liquid in the glass was swaying back and forth.

"Canyoufeelme?AsIbreathelifeintoyou..."

The tune came and went, and the figure turned around. His facial features were covered by a black hood, leaving only a concave and convex outline. He put down his wine glass and took out a pair of red high-heeled shoes from his black backpack.

"Inawhilemyflower, somewhereinadeserthaze..."

The whistles and the tunes of English songs swayed in the night, in the fire, and in the empty living room.

The man wearing a hood held high heels in his hands and walked towards her step by step. He squatted down, took off her white sneakers and put on the red high heels.

Whistling, he took out a bottle of nail polish, grabbed her hand, and painted bright red nail polish one by one. The melody of the English song was melodious and he repeated the song tirelessly.

“Wantyoutounderstand, It’syouandItogether…”

His action of applying nail polish suddenly stopped, and the eyes exposed outside the hood were dyed red by the firelight: "Why don't you smile? Aren't you smiling happily?"

He smiled.

He touched her head: "Smile."

"You're smiling."

Lowering his head, he blew on her newly painted fingernails, talking to himself, smiling: "I'm so sad, why are you still laughing?"

"It doesn't matter, you won't laugh if you die."

"Hehehe..."

He threw the cap of the nail polish on the ground, took a towel from his backpack and wiped his hands, finger by finger. Finally, he lit the towel on fire, and then the whistle sounded again...

Xiao Jinghe opened his eyes suddenly: "Rong Li!"

Finally waking up, Rong Li hugged her and patted her back: "I'm here. I'm not afraid anymore. It's all over."

She was trapped in fear and didn't realize it until later. She lay on his shoulder and breathed heavily for a long time: "I wore the delivery boy's clothes under the raincoat, and on my hands, this place," she pointed to her tiger's mouth. Location, "There is a mole."

She was the first victim of this serial case. It was the first time the murderer committed a crime and he was not yet skilled. After that, the murderer wore gloves.

Only she had seen the mole on the tiger's mouth.

Team Jiang next to him asked: "Is there any more?"

Xiao Jinghe thought for a while: "When I was killed, the man's voice was still very young. He should not be more than thirty-five years old now."

Team Jiang wrote down the key information and asked if there was any more.

She shook her head.

Rong Li wiped her sweat: "Does it hurt?"

She said a little.

Rong Li let her lean on his shoulders and pressed her temples for a while. After she recovered, he gave her a glass of water: "Wait for me outside for a while." He also asked Zhang Xiancheng something.

"Um."

Rong Li was worried and looked at Captain Jiang.

"Don't worry, our police will guard you every step of the way."

Rong Li nodded: "It's troublesome."

Xiao Jinghe and Captain Jiang went out first, and Zhang Xiancheng sat down on his seat: "Mr. Rong, do you have anything to ask?"

Rong Li shook his head, pulled up a chair and sat down: "Dr. Zhang, are my medical records and files still there?"

Zhang Xiancheng nodded and folded his hands on the table: "Our consulting room usually stays for fifteen years, and yours is still there."

He looked calm and showed no emotion: "Can I take a look?"

"certainly."

All the stories of him and Ahe in Dachu were recorded in the book, including the three things that were not written in the book.

The content of psychotherapy is absolutely confidential. Apart from Rong Li himself and the psychiatrist, according to the rules, no third party should know about it.

No wonder Lin Ying kept silent for eleven years because it was too risky. If he believed it, she would win. If he didn't believe it, he might dig into the details and find out everything.

After coming out of Zhang Xiancheng's office, Rong Li called Huo Changxun.

"Have you finished investigating Lin Yingchen's matter?"

"It can't be that fast." Huo Changxun said, "Her information is very clean. Han Qing should have cleaned it up before marrying into the Lin family. If you want to check it carefully, it will take some time."

Rong Li asked him to stop temporarily: "First help me check the relationship between her and Zhang Xiancheng."

At ten o'clock, Rong Li and Xiao Jinghe left in the police car and had to go to the police station to make a transcript.

It's ten past ten.

"Mystepintoeternity,Isnotwhatitmighthavebeen..."

Outside the consultation room, the phone rang suddenly. Almost at the same time, people on both sides of the corner bumped into each other, and a stack of books fell everywhere.

"Feel sorry."

Lin Ying apologized deeply and knelt down to pick up the book.

The other person said: "It doesn't matter."

The man's voice was very gentle, and he stretched out a long and fair hand with a mole the size of a bean on the tiger's mouth. He helped to pick up the books one by one.