My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

She couldn't lift herself up, so she leaned against him, her body just reached his shoulder, her eyelids were closed bit by bit, and she asked in a very low voice, Are you my fan?

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

Sweat rolled down Shi Jin's forehead, and he was silent for a while: ...Yes.

She was probably burnt out, and murmured drowsily to herself: If you touch my hand, I can give you a lot of autographs. The voice became softer and softer, and the tip of her nose was full of reassuring breath, She let go of all her guard, let her body go limp and limp, and whispered, Let me touch it for a little longer, and I can take a group photo with you...

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

Shi Jin carried her to the master bedroom, and then, his room and his bed were all contaminated by her breath, and he wished he could wrap her up tightly and take her completely as his own.

He thought to himself that the crazy person was in his arms, and then, all the perfect camouflage was completely defeated. He pressed her down and kissed her hard, like drinking poison to quench her thirst.

Wang.

Wang.

Jiang Bomei yelled twice at the door, flicking her tail violently.

Shi Jin raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red: Get out!

Scared the dog to death!

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

The room was quiet, except for heavy breathing, which lasted for a long time.

Shengsheng...

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

Jiang Jiusheng's fever was so bad that simple physical cooling was no longer effective. Shi Jin wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and neck.

Sheng Sheng.

Sheng Sheng.

Shi Jin called her for a long time, but there was no response. He picked her up, wrapped her in the quilt, held her in his arms, and supported her shoulders to feed her the medicine.

Her lips were pale, they were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, and cold sweat broke out again.

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

She frowned again and opened her mouth.

He feeds the medicine.

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

Her voice was thin and soft, with the gentleness of the Jiangnan water town. It was not at all like her usual lazy and casual appearance, nor was it like the sonorous and powerful singing voice of the guitar on the stage.

Shi Jin's heart was so soft that he scooped up water with a spoon and fed it to her mouth: It won't be bitter after drinking the water.

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

Shi Jin hesitated for a moment, took a mouthful of warm water, and lowered his head to her lips.

After taking the medicine, an hour later, the temperature dropped a bit. It was past ten o'clock, and Jiang Jiusheng fell into a deep sleep, breaking out in a cold sweat. After Shi Jin hesitated for a long time, she turned off the lights and took off her clothes.

At eleven o'clock, the phone rang. It was Jiang Jiusheng's phone. After one ring, Shi Jin took the phone out of the room, glanced at the incoming call, and his eyes turned cold.

After answering the call, the person over there spoke first: Jiang Jiusheng, let's talk.

The voice was neutral, it was Su Qing, and his tone was a little anxious.

After a while without getting a response, Su Qing was about to ask, when a deep and cold voice came from the phone: She is asleep.

male?

In the middle of the night, a man answered Jiang Jiusheng's phone call. As an adult, Su Qing couldn't help but make up the scene of Golden House Cangjiao.

Driven by curiosity, he asked: Who are you?

On the phone: Beep beep beep beep...

He was hung up!

Su Qing: ...

He dropped out of the call log and dialed again.

A mechanical and cold female voice came from the phone: Sorry, the number you dialed is not in the service area, please try again later.

grass! He was blocked!

Su Qing was a little fried, a little crazy.

The person next to him hurriedly asked, How is it?

This is Su Qing's manager He Xiangbo, about forty years old, handsome in appearance, slightly fat, and a veteran manager of Tianyu.

Su Qing shrugged: I was blocked.

What does Jiang Jiusheng mean?

He Xiangbo couldn't calm down any longer. As soon as he stood up, Su Qing shook his head with an intriguing tone: It's not her, it's a man.

man?

He Xiangbo looked at his watch, it was past eleven o'clock.

Mo Bing clearly told me that her artiste is single. Where did the wild man come out?! He thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he handed his mobile phone to Su Qing, Keep calling, change my mobile phone beat.

This matter is imminent, if you don't know what to do, it will be difficult to do public relations.

Su Qing dialed the phone, and after a while: I can't get through, the phone is turned off.

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

The more He Xiangbo thought about it, the more uncertain he became, and asked his artist again: Are you sure she found out?

Su Qing lay back, with both hands on the back of the chair, not in a hurry, with a half-smile: Are you insulting my figure?

It's you! He Xiangbo unceremoniously exposed his shortcoming, Your 40 million fans can't tell, you still need me to insult your figure?

Su Qing: ...

You push the announcement during this period first, and I will go to Mo Bing to find out the wind before making a plan. He Xiangbo thought for a long time, and the handle was held in his hands, so he could only wait and see what happened.

good.

But having said that, who is the wild man in Jiang Jiusheng's possession? Manager He couldn't calm down his gossiping heart, Is it the big boss Yuwen?

Su Qing recalled: It's not the sound.

Where is Xie Dang?

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

Could it be Xu Qingjiu? He Xiangbo was taken aback by his guess.

Xu Qingjiu was Jiang Jiusheng's opponent, and the two of them didn't meet very often, but when they met, Xu Qingjiu didn't show a good face, and when he looked at Jiang Jiusheng, the corners of his eyes could be raised to the sky.

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

Left and right, there are only a few people of the opposite sex who have dealt with Jiang Jiusheng in the circle, if they are none... He Xiangbo concluded: The wild man may be an outsider.

Outside the window, the moon was bright and the stars were thin. At this time, the wild man Shi Jin was guarding Jiang Jiusheng's bedside. She was sleeping deeply, and he was fascinated by the sight. The moon was on the tip of the window, and the branches of the cedar trees outside the window were bent by the frost and dew.

Shi Jin leaned over and stopped next to her ear.

Sheng Sheng.

Sheng Sheng.

She closed her eyes tightly, unable to wake up no matter how much she shouted.

Shi Jin lifted the quilt, lay on her side, carefully hugged her tightly, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

The next day, it was a bright and clear sunny day in autumn. The sun shone through the azure curtains and spread the bed lavishly. The pure black quilt was covered with a little golden color, which was not obtrusive.

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

Jiang Bomei: Wow!

It is so exciting, inexplicably so excited!

Jiang Jiusheng: ...

In a daze, a ball of meat rolled into her arms, fluffy. Jiang Jiusheng lowered his head, oh, it turned out to be a Pomeranian, pure white, chubby, cute and beautiful.

Woof! Jiang Bomei flirted, arching her face with a dog's face, Woof!

At the door, a male voice paused every word: Go out.

The master's father is here, get out!

Jiang Bomei shivered, groaned, and quickly climbed out of bed, slipped out of the room along the corner, then went to the living room, and consciously took her dog's kennel to the balcony.

Jiang Jiusheng was still in a daze for a long time.

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

Jiang Jiusheng hummed, looked around, and frowned even tighter: Doctor Shi.

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