My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Wen Shihao looked gentle and understanding: "Is the relationship a little messy?" When she was speaking, she kept looking at Jiang Jiusheng, "Jinyu's surname is Jiang, and he is half-brother with me. His other sister is my stepfather and his sister. Daughter by ex-wife."

She followed her mother's surname. After her biological father died, her mother Wen Shuhua married her stepfather Jiang Minchang. Jiang Minchang was also married twice and had a daughter with his ex-wife. Probably because the Wen family had a big business, stepfather Jiang Minchang joined the Wen family, and gave birth to Jin Yu in the second year after remarrying with her mother Wen Shuhua.

Jiang Minchang's daughter lived with his ex-wife Song Pei. Wen Shihao met the mother and daughter a few times when she was young, and she had no impression, only remembering that she was very depressed, but Jin Yu was surprisingly fond of that sister with the same surname as him, and the relationship was easy. too much.

It's been so long, Wen Shihao only remembers that the girl's name is Jiang Jiusheng, which is exactly the same as the rock star Jiang Jiusheng's name.

Jiang Jiusheng finished listening quietly, then raised his eyelids lazily: "Why are you telling me this?"

Wen Shi laughed amusedly, and answered fluently: "Because you are also called Jiang Jiusheng, maybe you have some special fate."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't continue this topic, she believed in human effort more than fate.

"Sheng Sheng."

It's Shi Jin.

The corners of Jiang Jiusheng's lips curved, looking for the voice.

Shi Jin walked over from the end of the corridor and came to her side: "Why did you come out?"

"Going to the bathroom."

Shi Jin took her by the hand and wanted to take her there.

Jiang Jiusheng said 'Excuse me' to Wen Shihao, and followed Shi Jin to leave.

The six young masters of the Qin family.

It turned out that Jiang Jiusheng's mysterious boyfriend was him.

Wen Shihao stood for a long time before she looked away from the distance, with a half-smile at the corner of her mouth: He is really a mysterious man, although he can't keep his eyes off the corner of his eye, he can't move his eyes easily.

Shi Jin sent Jiang Jiusheng to the bathroom door, she raised her foot to go in, but he stopped her.

"Sheng Sheng."

"What's wrong?"

Shi Jin frowned slightly: "That woman just now,"

He paused, not knowing the name.

Jiang Jiusheng was amused: "How is Wen Shi?"

"Yeah." He frowned even deeper, "Yeah, the surname is Wen."

Listening to the tone, it seems that you don't want to see it.

Jiang Jiusheng looked at Shi Jin in his spare time: "What's wrong with her?"

Shi Jin thought for a while, and his tone was persuasive, as if suggesting: "She doesn't have kindness in her eyes, if you can, try not to associate with her."

It's not good intentions.

Jiang Jiusheng could also see that she was kind and kind: "Got it."

Shi Jin was still holding her and didn't let go.

"Anything else to tell me?"

Shi Jin nodded: "Well, let's talk later, I'll wait for you outside."

Then, he let go, and took out the cigarette case from Jiang Jiusheng's jacket pocket.

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

She hasn't smoked for three days!

Back at the dining table, the waiter served the staple food. Shi Jin brought Jiang Jiusheng's plate over and cut the steak into small pieces for her. Perhaps because of the surgeon's professional habits, he cut the steak neatly. Jiang Jiusheng even felt that it was time The posture of Jin holding the knife is very similar to... um, very similar to dissection.

After cutting, Shi Jin brought the plate to her, put down the knife and fork, picked out the shrimp balls from the pasta with his serving chopsticks, put them in a small plate for her to eat.

He suddenly said: "The man just now is the second child of the Qin family."

No wonder he was wearing gloves. Jiang Jiusheng once heard from Yu Wenchong that Qin Ershao had broken one of his little fingers, but someone was so bold that he even dared to cut off the finger of the second in command of the Qin family.

She was surprised: "You know the Qin family?"

Shi Jin picked up the wine glass, drank half of it, his voice was soaked in wine, a little mellow, and he said, "Sheng Sheng, I'm also from the Qin family."

The spoon in his hand fell into the bowl with a loud bang, Jiang Jiusheng stared at Shi Jin in a daze.

His finger holding the wine glass turned slightly white, and asked carefully, "Are you angry?"

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "No."

She was just surprised how a wolf den like the Qin family could raise a nobleman like Shi Jin. Her brother Cheng Hui had said more than once that the people of the Qin family were cold-blooded and natural hunters.

She couldn't help but think of Shi Jin's appearance when he was fighting, indeed, it was quite different from his usual gentle and elegant appearance.

After a moment of silence, Shi Jin swallowed half of the red wine in the glass, and spoke slowly: "My mother was forcibly taken by Qin Xing. She is a very ordinary person, but she was born too beautiful."

This was the first time Jiang Jiusheng heard Shi Jin talk about his family affairs, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, without waves and ripples, and there was only a thick black in the depths of his eyes.

Like a thousand sails, the edges and corners are smoothed.

"I was taken back to the Qin family when I was eight years old. My mother had an accident when she took me away." Shi Jin paused, "She was very young when she died, only twenty-six years old."

In a few words, he spoke very simply, without even ups and downs in his tone.

Jiang Jiusheng opened her mouth, wanting to comfort her, but she couldn't utter a word, because she couldn't put herself in her own shoes, and she couldn't imagine how an eight-year-old child would survive without the protection of his mother, how much suffering he would have to endure, Guard your own corner in a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair like the Qin family's.

Yuwen said that the Qin family originally had not only eleven children, but fourteen, and the other three never lived to adulthood. Yuwen summed up the whole story very simply, with only four words, the weak prey on the strong.

It turned out that Shi Jin had come all the way in this way. In the bloody storm, she had grown into the appearance that makes her happy now.

Jiang Jiusheng remained silent all the while, holding a glass of red wine, listening to Shi Jin talking intermittently.

"I stayed in the Qin family for ten years, from the age of eight to eighteen, and learned fighting, etiquette, and everything the Qin family should know."

He took the wine glass in her hand, shook it, and drank it: "After I turned eighteen, I left there."

"Why did you leave?" She was curious about everything about him, wanted to get to the bottom of it, but was afraid of touching something she shouldn't touch.

Shi Jin seemed to see her caution, and handed her the remaining half of the glass of wine.

Jiang Jiusheng drank it in one gulp, trying to be as calm as possible.

Only then did Shi Jin answer her question: "People usually stay in one place for a long time, either because of habit or because of bondage." He closed his eyes, covering the emotions in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "That black man eats black place, there is nothing to hold me back."

Jiang Jiusheng always felt that it would not be that simple.

Shi Jin didn't say anything, and she didn't ask anymore, but she became more and more worried: "Will they let you go? What did the second child of the Qin family tell you just now? Did he—"

Shi Jin interrupted her questions one after another, comforting her: "Don't worry, the Qin family is too busy fighting for power, so they can't take care of me."

Jiang Jiusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shengsheng." Shi Jin looked at her and asked, "Do you mind?"

What kind of family the Qin family is, Jiang Jiusheng has naturally heard of it. It is no exaggeration to say that nine out of ten men in the Qin family have been stained with blood, either someone else's or his own.

But if Shi Jin...

Jiang Jiusheng didn't hesitate: "I don't mind." She said it as a matter of course, "You are just Shi Jin, a doctor."

What's more, what's the use of minding, Jiang Jiusheng thought, even if Shi Jin was a trafficker, or an extremely vicious person, she might not be able to care so much.

In short, in a word, ghosts are fascinated.

Shi Jin probably liked her answer, and a smile filled his eyes.

"Shi Jin." Jiang Jiusheng asked, "Did you follow your mother's surname?"

Shi Jin nodded: "Well, my mother's name is Shi Qiu, and she is a timid but kind woman." When talking about his mother, Shi Jin's eyes were very gentle and soft.

Jiang Jiusheng's heart was also unreasonably soft, and he looked at Shi Jin with his chin propped up: "You must be very similar to her."

Shi Jin denied it: "I'm not timid."

Of course, it will not be kind.

"I mean looks." Jiang Jiusheng smiled, "Didn't you say your mother was too beautiful?"

The same is true for Shi Jin, too beautiful.

He was noncommittal and said, "I don't really remember what she looks like. I just heard people say that I look like her."

Jiang Jiusheng felt distressed, and gave him all the meat in the bowl.

Shi Jin smiled, with a gleam in his eyes.

The second room from the left upstairs is also a VIP room. Wen Shi came back one step late. As soon as she entered the door, she saw her younger brother who hadn't expressed a single expression for ten thousand years, frowning at the note that Jiang Jiusheng wrote to him , seems to be tangled.

She sat down and said, "Mom, can you refill my cup of coffee? I have something to ask Jin Yu."

This is to let her go.

Wen Shuhua's temperament is soft, and he doesn't have any opinions. He is usually obedient to his daughter most of the time, but he is not at ease. Before he left, he told him: "If Jin Yu doesn't want to talk, don't force him."

"knew."

Only then did Wen Shuhua go out.

"Jin Yu."

Wen Shihao sat down and called again: "Jinyu."

Jiang Jinyu didn't react at all, and without raising his eyelids, he lowered his head and folded the post-it note in his hand, holding it in his hand.

Wen Shi was very patient, and tried to speak softly: "Jinyu, tell me, why did you call that person sister just now? Could it be her and your sister Jiang Jiusheng——"

Jiang Jinyu raised his eyes suddenly, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes were covered with frost, and he paused for a word: "Bad, female, human."

A pair of beautiful eyes, full of disgust.

Jiang Jinyu has suffered from autism for eight years, and has very little mood swings. Only towards her, her sister, who is the same mother, she has endless anger and often speaks ill at each other.

Wen Shihao's face turned cold suddenly, and she snorted: "You are really just like your dead father, you don't know good from bad."

Jiang Jinyu ignored it indifferently, just put the note paper in his hand into his pocket, put it away, then slowly picked up the juice on the table, raised his head, and poured it on Wen Shihao.

A full glass of orange juice was poured over her head, and Wen Shihao immediately stood up and shouted: "Jiang Jinyu!"

The boy turned his head, unwilling to pay any further attention.

Wen Shihao gasped for breath, and kicked over the chair heavily.

When Wen Shuhua came back, he happened to see this scene, and grabbed his daughter's hand: "Good poetry, what are you doing!" She rarely spoke harshly like this, "How can you be so mean to your brother?"

Wen Shihao sneered, and retorted: "Yeah, you gave me a good brother." She wiped the juice from her face, stared at the young man who was sitting quietly, her eyes were like a torch, "Immature white eyes——"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Shuhua raised his hand and slapped him hard.

She was so angry that she slapped her with all her strength, Wen Shihao covered her face, juice dripped all over her face, her right cheek was already red and swollen, she just smiled coldly.

Wen Shuhua looked at his hands, and was stunned for a long time before he realized it later, and went to pull his daughter with guilt and distress, "Poetry, good poetry."

Wen Shihao threw it away vigorously.

Her mother has a weak temper, but whenever she encounters Jiang Jinyu's affairs, she always quarrels endlessly.

Jiang Jinyu doesn't like Wen Shihao, even loathes and resents him. Feelings are mutual, not to mention that there are not many family ties in the first place, and only anger and resentment are left in the quarrels.

That's right, it's not a father after all. After all, Jiang Jinyu's surname is Jiang, and her Wen Shihao's surname is Wen.

Wen Shihao took his coat, walked up to the young man who had been sitting quietly by the wall from the beginning to the end, looked down at him, his eyes were full of sarcasm: "Didn't you always call me a bad woman? Then let me tell you, your The dead sister Jiusheng is not a good person, murder and set fire, do you think she never did it?"

Jiang Jinyu raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of fire.

Eight years ago, the Wen family was in turmoil, and two people died overnight. It was Jiang Minchang and his ex-wife Song Pei who died in the Wen family's greenhouse. The police autopsy report showed that both were homicides.

It was also that night that Jiang Jinyu's sister, Jiang Jiusheng, disappeared.

From then on, Jiang Jinyu never wanted to speak again.

It was night, the winter wind was howling, and the pattering rain was hitting the window with a ticking sound. The cold wind poured in through the cracks of the open window, and the lavender curtains were fluttering, and the tassels were swaying.

At the head of the bed, there was a desk lamp, which was a light apricot yellow color, which dyed the pure white sheets a bit warmer. The person on the bed was lying on his side, with black hair spread out, but his palm-sized face was almost transparently white, and his forehead was covered with dense moisture. There was a thin layer of sweat, and he was talking in his sleep, but he didn't wake up.

In the dream, there was a beautiful boy who was born in pink and jade, and his eyes were crooked when he smiled, as if hiding stars in it.

The boy ran out from the green grass, looking happy.

"You haven't seen me for a long time."

"Play with me, okay?"

"elder sister."

"Sister, come here."

"Come to me, I'll pick up a kite for you."

Outside the greenery, stood a young girl with a high ponytail and a white dress that was washed out. When she smiled, her peach blossom eyes were beautiful, as if she had picked a flower color from a flower garden not far away.

The boy climbed up the tree to pick up a butterfly-shaped kite, so he climbed very high.

The girl kept shouting under the tree: "Little goldfish."

"Little goldfish, you can't climb up, it's dangerous."

The boy hugged the tree, and grinned happily at the girl under the tree: "Sister, catch it, I'll throw the kite to you."

The girl opened her hands with a smile on her face, and looked up, watching the kite slowly fly down, but before she could catch the string of the kite, the boy fell from the tree.

"Small goldfish!"

The girl panicked and asked him if it hurt.

The boy stared blankly, and pointed tremblingly at the greenhouse not far away: "Sister, there is... a lot of blood in the greenhouse."

The girl stood up abruptly, turned around and ran to the greenhouse.

"elder sister."

"elder sister."

"..."

The kite flew away and hung on a distant branch. The girl pushed open the glass door of the greenhouse, and saw blood on the ground, and the woman was lying in a pool of blood.

There is also a man, kneeling on the ground, holding a knife in his hand, blood dripping from the tip of the knife.

She almost didn't think about it, she rushed forward, grabbed the man's bloody hand, and said, "Go to hell."

Then, the bloody knife stabbed into the man's body.

Like an old movie, suddenly stuck in that scene, in the man's terrified pupils, is the shadow of a girl, it's her, it's Jiang Jiusheng when he was young.

In the distance, there was a little boy crying, and a teenager's voice.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

Who was calling her? The girl turned her head and saw a tall man in white clothes and black trousers walking towards the backlight. He was a boy. He stretched out his hand, clean and beautiful.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

It was Shi Jin's voice.

Jiang Jiusheng hurriedly opened his eyes, sweating profusely, his black and white pupils were full of tears, and Shi Jin called her name next to his ear.

"Sheng Sheng, Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng turned her head in a daze, only to realize that the pillow was wet with tears. She raised her eyes, her pupils flushed, and shouted hoarsely, "Shi Jin."

After knowing it, panicked, she seemed half awake, looking at her hand, which was stained with blood in her dream.

Shi Jin hugged her into his arms and said to her, "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

Jiang Jiusheng raised her head, the panic still in her eyes: "Shi Jin," she raised her voice tremblingly, grabbed Shi Jin's clothes, and said, "I dreamed that I killed someone."

He patted her back lightly, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

Jiang Jiusheng's small face was pale, with no blood at all, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "I stabbed him with a knife, but he didn't move, and he bled a lot. There were many pots of hibiscus flowers on the ground, and they were also stained with blood."

Shi Jin picked her up, held her face in his arms, let the light of the desk lamp shine into her eyes, and said, "It's not real, it's just a dream."

Jiang Jiusheng's eyes were fixed.

How can there be such a real dream, as if you are in the real scene, but you can't get out of it for a while.

Shi Jin carried her out of bed, fed her water, coaxed her over and over again, and comforted her for a long time.

She lost sleepiness, and nestled in Shi Jin's arms: "Shi Jin, what will you do if I really kill someone?"

"What can I do?" Shi Jin replied calmly and casually, "Destroy the corpse and wipe out the trace."

Why don't you even hesitate to think about it? It's so natural.

Jiang Jiusheng was startled for a long time, and asked him, "Aren't you afraid of going to jail?"

In Shi Jin's eyes, it was as if two clusters of flames were burning, and he forgot to enter her eyes. He didn't hesitate at all: "I can go to jail, but Shengsheng, you can't."

Jiang Jiusheng hugged Shi Jin's neck, and said with a smile that she was going to rob the prison.

Shi Jin said no, so he didn't continue this topic. He fed Jiang Jiusheng a cup of warm milk, and then carried her to the bed. She didn't feel sleepy, so she pulled Shi Jin to prevent him from leaving.

"Don't go, sleep with me."

"Okay, don't go." Shi Jin kissed her on the face and lay down under the quilt.

She sniffed vigorously, and the tip of her nose was filled with familiar smells. The unreasonable anxiety in her heart had just subsided, and after a moment of silence, she felt drowsy.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Um?"

"Sheng Sheng."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm calling you."

Dimly, she seemed to be asleep, but Shi Jin was kissing her.

The next day, fly north of the river.

When I arrived, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, because there were three rounds of celebration banquets in the evening, Mo Bing pushed back Jiang Jiusheng's afternoon announcements and asked her to rest at home.

Shi Jin's medical assistant, Xiao Yi, helped to drive the car to the airport, then took a taxi and left by himself in a sensible way, and told Doctor Shi to rest well, and the surgery was scheduled for tomorrow.

Jiang Jiusheng thought that Tianbei Hospital really couldn't do without her doctor Shi at home for a day.

"I'll take you home first." Shi Jin leaned over to fasten her seat belt.

Jiang Jiusheng leaned back: "What about you?"

"Doctor Xu is on vacation today, I'll go to him to pick up Bomei."

Didn't sleep well last night, Jiang Jiusheng was a little tired, rubbed between his brows, and said, "Let's go together."

The weather in Jiangbei has changed, and the low temperature has continued for the past few days. Shi Jin took a blanket from the back seat to cover Jiang Jiusheng's lap, and then lowered the seat a little, feeling sorry for her: "Aren't you tired?"

"A little bit." Jiang Jiusheng narrowed his eyes, leaned lazily on the car seat, and said, "I haven't seen Bomei for a few days, and I want to see him."

Shi Jin didn't speak, but frowned.

The car drove slowly, and it took about half an hour to arrive at Xu's house. Shi Jin pulled over and parked the car. The heater in the car was on, but there was no ventilation. He felt the temperature on Jiang Jiusheng's face with the back of his hand. The side window is half open.

Shi Jin unbuckled his seat belt and told Jiang Jiusheng, "You wait here for me."

She said yes.

Shi Jin got out of the car and called Xu Qingbo.

"I have arrived."

"So fast."

"You take Jiang Bomei out."

"That dog is having a good time with the little girl of my servant." Xu Qingbo was speechless, "Tsk tsk tsk, it's really a perverted dog who only rubs on girls' chests, who is used to it? Yours ?”

Shi Jin hung up the phone directly.

If Jiang Bomei dared to rub his Shengsheng like that, he would have to break its dog legs.

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(To smooth it out for you, back then Jiang Jiusheng killed someone in Wen's house, and then Shi Jin hid her in Qin's house, and then those gangsters in Qin's house always wanted to harm her, and then Shi Jin let her cheat her to death. In Cheng Hui's house, as for who and why Sheng Sheng killed, and how Sheng Sheng lost her memory, I won't spoil any more. In fact, almost everything has been revealed. As for whether Xu Zhenzhen is a fake mayor's daughter, that's up to them Don't bring Shengsheng into the matter of the Xu family, or you will faint.)

Is there anything else you can't figure out?