My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

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.

Lin Yingchen handed him the book and apologized again.

The other party took the book, shook his head, and said it didn't matter.

Behind the corner, a girl's exclamation suddenly came.

"Pei Da!"

Jiang Pei’s fans all call him Pei Da.

The girl was very young and was so excited to see her idol that she could not speak coherently: "I, I, I... I am your fan."

Jiang Pei smiled: "Hello."

So polite, no airs at all. The girl thought to herself that Pei Da was indeed as polite and elegant as the rumors said, with an academic air. She took out a pen and paper from her bag: "Can you sign for me?"

"OK."

"Thank you Pei Da."

Best-selling author, Jiang Pei.

Lin Ying thought about it deeply. She had seen his interview about psychological crimes. Withdrawing her gaze, she opened the door and entered Zhang Xiancheng's office.

Zhang Xiancheng was answering the phone. He seemed to have encountered something urgent. He hadn't packed up the documents. He stood up in a hurry and left a message: "Please sit down for a while, I have a patient." After saying that, Zhang Xiancheng left the office.

Lin Yingchen only stayed for a while before her mother, Han Qing, called.

Han Qing's tone was not very good and she got straight to the point: "Come back."

"What's up?"

She said: "Lin Pingchuan wants to divorce me."

Lin Ying was stunned for a moment, then took her bag and stood up.

Snapped.

A pile of documents on the table was touched by her bag and fell to the ground. She squatted down to pick it up and saw a familiar name among the scattered documents.

Xiao Jinghe...

At eleven o'clock, Lin Ying returned to the military compound.

Han Qing and Lin Pingchuan were arguing, and the quarrel was very fierce. Han Qing didn't even put on makeup, and shouted hoarsely, without any of the gentleness and kindness of the past. Lin Pingchuan's lover was holding out his stomach and wiping away tears.

There was no one else in the foreign-style building, and the old man probably avoided it on purpose. After Lin Yingshen walked in, Lin Pingchuan stopped talking. She called Han Qing, and the quarrel stopped. The mother and daughter went upstairs together.

"Leave it," she said.

Han Qing was not wearing her favorite cheongsam. The mistress probably arrived suddenly. She was still wearing a home sweatshirt: "Unless Lin Pingchuan cleans up and leaves the house, I will not move my seat for the mistress even if it takes me a lifetime. "

"mom--"

Han Qing did not listen: "Okay, now is the time to divorce." She didn't have to be Mrs. Lin, but her daughter had to marry as the daughter of the Lin family.

Therefore, her mother called her here and just urged her to hurry up and find a house with five stars in front of her door and marry her. She didn't say anything. She went to the backyard and lit a cigarette secretly. She thought a lot and couldn't figure out how her stepfather, who seemed to be gentle and gentle, could do such an outrageous thing. She thought he would at least hide it.

When she came out of Lin's house, it was already lunch time. On the way, she saw Rong Li who had just come out of Rong's house, and she stopped subconsciously.

It's just that he didn't seem to see her, and didn't even look at her.

"Rong Li."

Rong Li continued to move forward.

She looked at his back, and the emotions she had tried to suppress in the Lin family burst out when she met him: "You really don't believe me at all?"

She even said she was Urnajia Yingchen, but he still didn't look at her.

Rong Li stopped and stood sideways under the shade of green pines. His eyes were dark and emotionless: "When did you change your name?"

She answered: "The year I came to the Lin family." Looking into his eyes, "At that time, I only remember General Dingxi's Mansion." She was explaining why she didn't recognize him until eleven years later.

A lie must be covered with countless lies, and one must be careful every step of the way, fearing that one wrong step will lead to an abyss.

I don't know if he believed it or not, but he just looked at her without saying a word, then turned around and left.

After they walked away, Lin Yingchen dialed Zhang Xiancheng's phone number.

"Dad," her eyes followed the figure walking further and further away, "Has Rong Li ever looked for you?"

"I came here in the morning." Zhang Xiancheng is a psychiatrist with strong insight. He noticed some signs and asked, "You seem to be paying attention to him. What is your relationship with him?"

She said: "Friends."

Zhang Xiancheng obviously didn't believe it: "If he was just a friend, you wouldn't ask me to keep an eye on him for you over and over again."

Lin Yingchen didn't explain, and hung up the phone after prevaricating.

Her father Zhang Xiancheng did not believe in past and present lives. From the perspective of a psychiatrist, he diagnosed Rong Li as hysteria.

But she believed it.

The year she met Rong Li, she was just fourteen, and Han Qing and her father had just divorced. During that time, she went to her father's consulting room frequently. In the afternoon, she woke up from a dream in the lounge and heard the voice of a young man outside the door. He was telling a story, an incredible story.

The voice of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was filled with vicissitudes of life and desolation.

He said: "Ahe's female beauty is not good, but her swordsmanship and equestrian skills are not inferior to those of Da Chu's men."

He said: "She rarely wears women's clothing and prefers black robes."

He said: "She likes sake very much, but her drinking capacity is very bad. She will get drunk after a few drinks. If she is drunk, she will take her favorite sword and dance under the tree. She must be under the tree, because after dancing she will Climb up the tree and go to sleep." After a pause, "I'll keep watch under the tree, and she'll wake up in an hour or two."

All the topics revolved around the woman named Ahe.

The young man narrated, with only a little tenderness in his desolate voice, when he was talking about the woman: "The first time I saw her was at the racecourse. I just took one more look at her, and she knocked me off the horse." …”

He talked for a full two hours, speaking at a leisurely pace. When he talked about the woman, he didn't pause for a moment, and he remembered it very well.

In this way, she learned a lot about them. She knew that he was from the royal family and proclaimed himself emperor at the age of nineteen. The girl he loved was called Yingchen, also named Ahe. She was born in General Dingxi's Mansion and died in the war at Yaoguan.

The boy comes once a week, on Sunday at three o'clock in the afternoon.

She would also come and stay in her father's lounge for a lunch break for various reasons. Because her parents had just divorced and owed her a debt, her father tolerated her 'sleeping' in the lounge even if it was against the rules. However, other than that, no matter how she made insinuations, her father remained tight-lipped and did not reveal a word of information about the boy. She did not even know his name.

Later, he stopped coming.

The next time I saw him was half a year later, at the Lin family.

Her stepfather Lin Pingchuan seemed to be very familiar with the boy. When he saw the boy coming in, he greeted him warmly: "Rong Li, why are you here?"

Rongli.

It turns out that his real name is also Rong Li, which is the same name as Emperor Yanhong in the story.

The young man was wearing white clothes and black trousers. He was seventeen or eighteen years old, but his temperament was very sophisticated and calm for that age: "Come and play chess with Grandpa Lin."

Coming with him were two young men of similar age.

One of them had shaved his hair and was wearing a motorcycle suit. He looked at Li Li and laughed at him: "You are so boring." He turned around and shouted, "Chang Xun, let's go, let's go find some fun."

Lin Yingchen stood at the entrance of the stairs and saw the young man named Chang Xun taking out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of Rong Li's coat. He was young, frivolous, arrogant and unruly: "My dad, hold on tight, I'll lend it to you first. "

After they left, she asked her mother: "Mom, who is the one in white?"

"The only son of the Rong family in the compound, Rong Li."

It turns out that he also lives in the compound.

Later, her mother took her stepfather's surname and changed her name to Yingchen.

She had been using this name for eleven years, but she still couldn't get him to look at her for a second time. Xiao Jinghe made her confused. After all, she didn't calm down and used the most risky trump card.

If Rong Li doesn't believe her, then the next step may be her disaster.

The weather in June changes at any time. In the afternoon, it suddenly started to rain.

Ning Ye had just returned from the 'examination' and did not see He Liangqing in the ward. It was the weekend and Tao Huanhuan came over and was sitting on the sofa in the VIP ward, using the hospital's VIP WiFi and playing games.

Ning Ye, still on crutches with a 'broken arm' hanging, limped in: "Where's Dr. He?"

Tao Huanhuan buried herself in playing games: "She just left."

"Where are you going?"

Tao Huanhuan used her skills crazily while responding to Ning Ye's words: "Aren't you going to be discharged from the hospital? She said she would go back to pack her luggage and move to your place to take care of you."

Boom.

The crutch fell to the ground.

Tao Huanhuan then raised his head: "What are you doing! You still can't-"

Before the word 'go' was uttered, Ning had already ran out.

Tao Huanhuan: "..."

This walking speed is like flying... just pretending? Damn it!

Boom.

There was lightning and thunder outside, and the rain was pouring down harder and harder.

The elevator was wet. At this point, there was no one around except He Liangqing. She was caught in the rain and looked a little embarrassed. She wiped the rain off her face with her coat and pressed the button for the elevator.

As the door was about to close, someone called to her.

"Doctor He."

He Liangqing pressed the door button.

It was the neighbor next door. He walked into the elevator and wore a suit. Only his trousers were stained by some rainwater. He held an umbrella and a book in his hand. He took off his glasses and wiped the moisture on the lenses with a square towel in his breast pocket. : "Long time no see, have you and Miss Xiao moved away?"

"No, I have something going on recently, so I won't be staying here for the time being." He Liangqing saw the cover of the book in his hand, which was black in color and had a bloody line on it, and asked, "Has the new book been published?"

Jiang Pei put on his glasses again: "It's just a trial version, do you want to read it?"

He Liangqing smiled and nodded. She and Xiao Jinghe were both fans of Jiang Pei.

He wiped the rainwater on the book with a square towel and handed it over with both hands: "For you."

"Thanks."

The protagonist of the new book is an arsonist and murderer with an antisocial personality. Because he was abused by women in his childhood, the victims of the murders are all women, regardless of age.

Jiang Pei said in an interview that the protagonist of this story is the serial arson murderer who has been frightened recently. Because this case has attracted a lot of attention, as soon as his new book came out, it became extremely popular.

When the elevator door opened, He Liangqing said "see you later" and went to the apartment first. Before he could reach the door, Xiao Jinghe's phone call came.

"Ahe."

Xiao Jinghe asked her: "Are you in the hospital?"

He Liangqing found the key from his bag. The sound of Jiang Pei's leather shoes could be heard behind him, which was very clear in the empty corridor: "No, I went back to the apartment to get something."

"you alone?"

"Yeah." She inserted the key into the keyhole.

Xiao Jinghe's tone became more urgent: "Ning didn't tell you, didn't you? Don't go back to the apartment for the time being—"

The sound suddenly stopped.

The phone screen went dark. He Liangqing glanced at it and wondered whether it was out of battery or filled with water.

Behind her, the sound of leather shoes on the ground got closer and closer, and Jiang Pei suddenly called out to her: "Doctor He, wait a minute."

He Liangqing turned around.

There was lightning and thunder outside, and the corridor was very dark. The light-controlled lights were on, and strong light shone into Jiang Pei's lenses, reflecting a faint cold light.

After the psychological consultation in the morning, Rong Li took Xiao Jinghe back to Rong's house for lunch. Because of the heavy rain, the old man took the opportunity to stay with the two of them for one night.

Rong Li went to make a pot of concentrated tea. Xiao Jinghe stood in front of the window with his mobile phone. The rain outside the window came in through the half-opened window. The rain splashed on her hair, but she didn't notice it and still lowered her head.

He put down the teapot and walked over: "What's wrong?"

She kept redialing: "Liang Qing has returned to the apartment, and the phone can't be reached."

Rong Li got her coat: "I'll take you there."

On the way to the apartment, Xiao Jinghe received a call from Wen Zheng.

"Jing He, there's another arson case."

It happened that the bad news came at this time. Xiao Jinghe frowned and looked nervous: "Where?"

Wen Zheng said: "The community where you live."

She immediately asked: "Who is the victim?"

Wen Zheng reported a name there.

The summer rain came and went as quickly as it came, and it has stopped now.

"Dong——"

"Dong——"

"Dong——"

There was a heavy knock on the door, one after another, rapid and disorganized.

Ning also shouted outside the door: "Liang Qing!"

"He Liangqing!"

"He Liang——"

Click.

The door opened. He Liangqing had just taken a shower and hadn't even had time to take off the shower cap on his head: "Why are you here?"

Outside the door, Ning Ye was soaked to the skin. He was still wearing a hospital gown. His short green linen hair was weighed down by the rain. There was no blood on his face. His lips were blue and he was trembling: "You have Is everything okay?"