My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 17 017 Jiang Jiusheng's Wild Man Shi Jin

She leaned against him, leaning on him, just reaching his shoulders, closing her eyelids bit by bit, and quietly asked in his ear, "Are you a fan of my brain?"

When he questioned her just now, he lost his balance.

The sweat on Shi Jin's forehead rolled down and was silent for a while: "... Yes."

She was probably confused, groggy, and murmured to herself: "If you touch me, I can sign you a lot." The voice was getting softer, and the tip of her nose was a breath of relief. She put down all guards and allowed her body to soften in vain, and whispered, "Let me touch for a long time, and the group photo can also be given to ..."

Jiang Jiusheng had a high fever, thirty-eight degrees, and his consciousness was a little confused.

Shi Jin hugged her to the master bedroom, and then his room and his bed were all contaminated with her breath, and he wished to hide her tightly and completely take possession of her.

I thought to myself that the mad man was in my arms, and then all the disguised and disguised camouflage was out of the army. He pressed her and kissed hard, as if drinking thirst to quench thirst.

"Wang."

"Wang."

Jiang Bomei called twice at the door, his tail flicked badly.

Shi Jin suddenly looked up and his eyes were flushed: "Get out!"

Terrified the dog!

Jiang Bomei quickly got out of the room of the host's father, walked to the door and couldn't help but glanced back at the person on the bed of the host's father. It really looked like its photo mother.

The room was quiet, only heavy breathing, and it could not be calm for a long time.

"Sheng Sheng ..."

Shi Jin sighed, put the man in his arms into the quilt, wrapped it tightly, kissed her forehead, and got up to take the medicine box.

Jiang Jiusheng burned so badly that simple physical cooling was no longer useful. Shi Jin wiped her with cold sweat from her forehead and neck. She had no sense of consciousness at all, and she fell asleep.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

Shi Jin shouted at her for a long time, and did not respond. He picked her up, wrapped it in his arms, and held her shoulder to give her medicine.

Her lips were pale, her eyes closed tightly, her brow furrowed, and cold sweat came out again.

Shi Jin put the pill in the corner of her mouth and coaxed her: "Sheng Sheng, open your mouth."

She frowned again and opened her mouth.

He fed the medicine.

As soon as the tip of her tongue touched the medicine, she immediately wrinkled her small face: "Bitter."

The voice is thin, and it brings the tenderness of the Jiangnan water village. It is not like her usual lazy and casual appearance, nor like the clanging and powerful singing of the guitar on the stage.

Shi Jin's heart was too soft, and she scooped water with a spoon to feed her mouth: "Drinking water will not cause pain."

Jiang Jiusheng closed his eyes and muttered a few words without opening his mouth.

Shi Jin hesitated for a moment, with a sip of warm water, and bowed her head against her lips.

After taking the medicine, the temperature dropped a little after an hour. After ten o'clock, Jiang Jiusheng slept deeply and sweated a lot. Shi Jin hesitated for a long time, but turned off the light and faded her clothes.

At eleven o'clock, the phone rang, it was Jiang Jiusheng's phone, and it rang only once, when Shi Jin took the phone out of the room, glanced at the call, and his eyes were suddenly cold.

After the call was connected, the people over there first spoke: "Jiang Jiusheng, let's talk."

The voice is neutral, it is Su Qing, and the tone is a little anxious.

For a long time no response was received, Su Qing was about to ask, and a low voice came from the phone: "She fell asleep."

male?

In the middle of the night, a man answered Jiang Jiusheng's call, and as an adult, Su Qing had no way to make up for the play of 'Jinwu Zangjiao'.

Driven by curiosity, he asked: "Who are you?"

Over the phone: "Beep beep ..."

He was hung up!

Su Qing: "..."

He dropped the call log and dialed it again.

A mechanical and cold female voice came from the phone: "Sorry, the number you dialed is not in the service area. Please redial later."

Fuck! He was blacked!

Su Qing was a little bit fried and a little crazy.

The person next to me hurriedly asked, "How is it going?"

This is Su Qing's agent, He Xiangbo, who is around 40 years old, looks like Zhou Zheng, and is blessed slightly. He is Tianyu's old broker.

Su Qing shrugged: "Darkened."

"What does Jiang Jiusheng mean?"

He Xiangbo was not calm, and Su Qing shook his head as soon as he stood up, his tone intriguing: "Not her, a man."

the man?

He Xiangbo looked at his watch and it was past eleven.

"Mo Bing clearly told me that her home artist is single, where did the wild man come out ?!" He thought about it and couldn't figure it out, handed his mobile phone to Su Qing, "Continue to call and change my mobile phone hit."

This matter is imminent. If you don't know what to do, public relations is not easy to do.

Su Qing dialed the phone for a long time: "Unable to get through, shut down."

What does Jiang Jiusheng mean? No, what does Jiang Jiusheng's wild man mean?

The more He Xiangbo thought, the more he lost his mind and asked his artist again: "Are you sure she found it?"

Su Qing lay back, resting her hands on the back of the chair, but she was not in a hurry. She seemed to smile: "Are you insulting my figure?"

"Come on you!" He Xiangbo bluntly exposes his shortness, "You can't see it with 40 million fans, you still need me to insult your figure?"

Su Qing: "..."

"You push the announcement of this period first, and I will go to Mo Bingtan to explore the wind and make plans." He Xiangbo repeatedly thought for a long time, and the handle was held in his hand. At present, he can only watch the change.

"it is good."

"But after all, who is Jiang Jiusheng's wild man?" He Da's agent couldn't calm down with a gossip heart, "Is it the big boss of Yuwen?"

Su Qing recalled: "Listening to the sound is not."

"Xie Dang?"

Su Qing shook his head: "Xie Dang is still abroad."

"Could it be Xu Qingjiu?" He Xiangbo was struck by his own speculation.

Xu Qingjiu is Jiang Jiusheng's opponent. The two did not meet many times. But once they met, Xu Qingjiu had never given a good complexion. When Jiang Jiusheng watched, his eyes were upturned.

"If it was Xu Qingjiu, I would eat the live broadcast." With Xu Qingjiu's poisonous tongue, Jiang Jiusheng was not blind, Su Qing spread his hands, "Don't guess."

Right and left, there are only a few opposite sexes in the circle who have dealt with Jiang Jiusheng. If they are not ... He Xiangbo concludes: "Wild men may be outsiders."

The moon was starry outside the window. At this time, Jin Ye was staying at the bedside of Jiang Jiusheng when he was a "wild man". She slept deeply. He looked fool. The moon was on the top of the moon. The cedar tree outside the window was bent by frost.

Shi Jin leaned over and stopped in her ear.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

She closed her eyes tightly and didn't wake up when she yelled.

Shi Jin lifted the quilt and lay on her side, holding it carefully, and the corner of his mouth slowly raised.

The following day, Qiu Gao was refreshing, and it was a bright sunny day. The sun spread through the blue curtains, spreading on the bed splendidly. The pure black quilt fell a little golden, not abrupt, and added a soft touch to the coldness, which was extraordinarily peaceful.

Jiang Jiusheng opened his eyes and met a pair of round and big eyes. She didn't recover.

Jiang Bomei: "Wang!"

It's so exciting, inexplicably so exciting!

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

In a daze, a ball of meat rolled into her arms, furry. Jiang Jiusheng bowed his head, oh, it turned out to be Bomei, pure white, succulent, cute and beautiful.

"Wang!" Jiang Bomei Sahuan, arched with a dog's face, "Wang Wang!"

At the door, male voice, one word at a time: "Go out."

Master dad is here, withdraw!

Jiang Bomei shivered, whined, and crawled out of bed swiftly, slipped out of the room along the corner, and then went to the living room, consciously dangling his doghouse to the balcony.

Jiang Jiusheng was still stunned for a while.

Shi Jin stood at the door and did not rush in. He explained: "That's my dog, called Jiang Bomei."

Jiang Jiusheng yelled and looked around, his eyebrows tightened tightly: "Dr. Shi."

Shi Jin's voice was gentle: "Yesterday you shouted my name."

(End of this chapter)