My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

I've been here for more than ten or twenty years, how can I learn how to be charming and charming like a woman?

She said it innocuously, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Jiusheng expected that if he hadn't gone through all kinds of beatings and tempering in the world, he wouldn't be so hardened into steel.

Has the debt been paid off? She bit a cigarette, did not light it, and took a sip to enjoy her mouth.

Su Qing seemed indifferent: It's a bottomless pit.

About Su Qing, Jiang Jiusheng had heard a few words from Mo Bing. She only knew that she had a father who was addicted to gambling. In Mo Bing's words, he was a parasite that couldn't be fed enough, but the kind that couldn't be wiped out.

Jiang Jiusheng asked generously, Need help?

Su Qing was startled for a moment. She remembered He Xiangbo's words. At that time, Jiang Jiusheng's first album had just sold out, and there were as many people rushing to curry favor with her as there were rushing to sneak up on her and smear her. As the escort of the charge, Jiang Jiusheng still has a rare thing in him. He is always calm and calm, never doing evil to others, and never bowing his knees. He has a strong character and will not hurt others or himself.

There are not many entertainers in the entertainment industry who can sink like this, and Jiang Jiusheng is obviously a master of it.

Su Qing smiled and shook her head: I don't need it for now. She joked, Your concert is next month?

Um.

Can I be a singing guest? Su Qing's tone was quite serious, Actually, I have always dreamed of being a singer, but He Xiangbo has no plans for me to enter the music scene.

After this incident, the two of them had a little personal friendship, and Su Qing became a lot more familiar and casual. It's not too much to help sing in friendship, she is also a popular 'traffic niche' after all.

Jiang Jiusheng refused: I'm afraid not.

Why? Su Qing didn't think she was not popular enough, and it was only a matter of minutes that she brought a wave of traffic.

The other party's reason was very legitimate and straightforward: I've heard you sing, and He Xiangbo's judgment is accurate. It's the scene of a car accident.

Su Qing: ...

It hurts, old man.

Jiang Jiusheng really thinks that the development path that He Xiangbo gave Su Qing is very suitable for her. She accepts commercials, appears in variety shows, and plays some lovable roles that don't require acting skills. She mainly enters the international fashion circle, and other things are not in a hurry. Of course, except for his disfigured acting skills and singing skills like a scene of a car accident, Su Qing liked Jiang Jiusheng in every way.

This is the end of the topic of helping to sing, and it is not suitable for in-depth discussion. It will hurt a friendship that is still at the stage of above plastic flowers, but not yet full of friendship.

Su Qing peeled an orange and handed it to Jiang Jiusheng: Why help me?

If Jiang Jiusheng is willing, it will not be difficult for her to die. She, a traffic niche, has fallen, and Jiang Jiusheng may be able to share more resources from Tianyu.

Jiang Jiusheng put down the cigarette in his hand, and took her orange: You are pleasing to the eye.

Su Qing couldn't help laughing.

What a handsome woman, but unfortunately, even though she has been a man for so long, her three views are still as upright as steel, otherwise, she must be married.

Fortunately, you are pleasing to my eyes, otherwise, Su Qing teased jokingly, Jian Chengzong is a lesson of blood.

What's up with him?

Su Qing was surprised: You still don't know?

Jiang Jiusheng hummed lightly.

Thinking that Yuwen Chongchong and Mo Bing didn't want her to be distracted, Su Qing thought about it, but still knew everything: Jian Chengzong was kidnapped at his home last night, and the police found him in a warehouse in the western suburbs this morning, and he was locked up. In the fish tank, the water has already flowed to the nose, and if it is too late, I will die in Huangquan.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't say a word, but listened calmly.

Su Qing saw that she was peaceful, so he didn't care about her, and continued talking endlessly: I heard from my manager that the kidnapper didn't ask for money or kill him, so he cut off his left hand, slashed his face, and poured a knife on him. A tank of water, scare him to pee and it's over, and the kidnapper must have a very high IQ, no valuable evidence was left at the scene, the calculation was just right, the police arrived as soon as the water reached his nose, he didn't kill him, but he was scared stupid The police said they didn’t know anything when they asked him, but they knew that he would never dare again, and he was sent to the hospital for investigation, saying that he had used etomidate, an anesthetic commonly used in surgery.”

Jiang Jiusheng was silent, thoughtful.

Jian Chengzong is a dandy, dissolute and arrogant, he has indeed offended many people in the circle, and it is not uncommon to be bullied by others, but the timing is too coincidental, just as Jiang Jiusheng dislocated his left hand, Jian Chengzong's left hand suffered accordingly, and the wounds on his face were all the same. It's like seeing a ghost, there is no evidence to check, it's so evil. Su Qing was not a superstitious person, but he still couldn't help being shocked.

Shengsheng, I'm starting to suspect that you might really be a curse. Su Qing joked half-truthfully.

Jiang Jiusheng was noncommittal about this matter from beginning to end.

Su Qing also comforted her a few words, basically saying that those who were 'cursed' had bad intentions and deserved what they did. Even if they ended up miserable, they were doing harm to the people.

When the wind blows, the sky is about to change. The clouds in late autumn are always overcast, covering the sun completely, and the dark clouds make people feel a little breathless.

Jiang Jiusheng put on a coat and went up to the roof of the hospital. It was a fifteen-story building overlooking the bustling downtown. The cool breeze was blowing painfully.

She dialed Yuwen Chongchong.

The other side quickly answered the phone, and said lazily, What's wrong?

Is that you? The wind made her voice rough.

Jane Chengzong?

Hmm. Jiang Jiusheng leaned against the guardrail on the roof, raised his head, a cloud shrouded his eyes, the wind made his eyes dry, and his voice was very weak, You made him?

Probably disturbing the big boss's romantic and happy life, there was a woman's voice on the other end of the phone.

Yuwen Chong said 'quiet', and the woman behaved. He got up and walked for a while before continuing to talk on the phone: Who told you?

Su Qing.

It hurts to be idle. He groaned, She's useless.

Jiang Jiusheng laughed.

It seems that Yuwen Chong also knows that Su Qing is a girl.

It's not me. After a pause, he was sure, It's not Xie Dang either.

Jiang Jiusheng hummed and hung up the phone.

Yuwen Charge: ...

It's just this woman who hangs up on his phone every day.

Young Master Feng. The woman in the room was very gentle, obedient and sensible.

He suddenly lost interest: Go back by yourself.

The woman felt aggrieved, and said delicately, I just arrived.

Tired of playing, can't you?

It was a pretty little girl, her face was a little pale, and she looked very unwilling: Then I'll go back. After walking a few steps, he hesitated and turned back, and said timidly, Young Master Feng, do you not like me? Is it? Otherwise, otherwise I won’t touch—”

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Confess to Brother Chong, I like him very much~