My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Her eyes fell on the carpet. Su Wen's towel fell down. She picked it up, folded it and put it on the coffee table: Help me investigate the kidnapping case eight years ago.

Yuwen Chongchong didn't ask any more questions: I'll tell you when there's news.

Um.

At that time, she and her brother were both underage, so nothing could be found, and there was no way to find out.

She still remembered that place, which was very humid and cold, with an old electric fan creaking above her head, and the warm blood in her palms was sticky.

The sound of footsteps comes from far to near.

She raised her head, her eyes were covered with blue tape and she couldn't see anything: Who?

The man who came was silent.

She smelled the strong smell of blood, mixed with the faint scent of mint, and then a hand touched the back of her hand. It was cold. Before she could think about it, she pricked the rusty steel bar she had been holding in her hand. on that person's shoulders.

Listen.

The young man's voice suddenly shouted.

She suddenly let go of her hand, and the bloody steel bar fell to the ground.

Listen...

The voice was so familiar that Yu Wenting woke up from his dream with a cold sweat on his back.

At night, the sky is getting slightly cooler, and a full moon hangs high in the starry sky outside the window. The mist envelops the sand on a spring night, and an old friend comes to sleep in the middle of the night.

Su Wen's dream was much more charming, a dream with a hint of sweetness.

In the dream, the girl was late again. He sat under the twenty-year-old camphor tree and watched the girl quickly climb over the wall. He looked around with his black and white eyes.

She sat on the wall and asked him under the tree: Is there anyone patrolling?

He shook his head, and then she jumped down. Her gymnastics movements on the ground were crisp and beautiful. She patted the dust on her hands and picked up the schoolbag thrown on the ground: Why do I always see you on the tree every time I climb the wall? Reading under the tree?

Wait for you.

Holding an extracurricular reading in his hand, he walked over and typed a line on his mobile phone: You are always late.

She smiled, said nothing, turned and walked towards the classroom, the hem of her school uniform swaying in the wind as she followed.

Then, the picture in the dream became blurry, and then became clear again. The green grassland under the camphor tree disappeared in an instant. A house with four white walls appeared in the picture. The window was open, and you could see the outside. basketball court.

It was the school hospital of No. 1 Middle School. On the hospital bed, a boy and a girl sat facing each other.

Listen. The boy glanced at the girl shyly, I'm not wearing any clothes underneath.

The girl's hand was still on the boy's collar.

She said, Sorry, I'm offended. Then she used cool fingers to unbutton the collar of his school uniform and asked, How did you get this scar?

What a familiar line.

Then, the progress in the dream is like this...

The young man said excitedly: Take off all my clothes so you can see more clearly.

The girl unbuttoned a button in a confused manner, then raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes as pure as a clear spring: Is that so?

Yeah. The boy jumped off the bed, I'll take it off for you to see.

Then, he took off his shirt, squatted down and began to take off his school uniform pants. As he took them off, he urged the girl: Listen, I have taken them off, and you have to take them off too.

She thought for a while and started to take off her school uniform.

In the end, he pressed her naked body onto the bed in the school hospital and did whatever he wanted with her...

At three o'clock in the morning, Su Wen woke up and sat in a daze for a while. Then he reached into the quilt and touched it. It was wet and slippery.

grass!

He grabbed a handful of hair: Su asked, are you an animal?

He got up and changed his clothes, despising himself, you and him. What a beast, forget it if you have an erotic dream, and think of it as a fourteen-year-old girl.

The next day, Su Wen looked wilted.

Liu Chong just came back from the CEO's office and glanced at him: Why are you so listless? What did you do last night?

Su Wen was lying on the boss's chair in the studio like he was boneless, with his legs on the table, and gave Liu Chong a cold look.

Liu Chong smiled mischievously: You look like you're seriously deprived of sleep. Didn't you have an erotic dream all night? Well, it looks like overindulgence, but if you look closely, it looks like you are not satisfied with your desires.

Su Wen took a pen and threw it at it, his eyes vicious and fierce: None of your business!

...

Just make a joke and look at his angry look. Isn't this just asking for it?

Humph, little virgin man!

Mr. Liu Chong did not remember the faults of others: I just went to the president's office and heard from the little secretary that your little fairy is having an alumni meeting tonight.

The person who was originally sleepy suddenly became energetic: What alumni association?

Liu Chong held his chin, thinking: What's going on? He patted his head and pretended to pinch his temples, Oh, look at my brain, I can't remember it for a moment.

Su Wen glanced at him faintly: The performance bonus at the end of the month will be doubled.

Liu Chong chuckled: Experimental No. 1 Middle School Alumni Association.

Su Wen frowned: Address.

Liu Chong spread his hands: I didn't hear the address.

Double it again.

A lot of money... However, Liu Chong shrugged: I really didn't hear it. It was true. He eavesdropped for more than ten minutes and never mentioned the address from beginning to end.

Then, the death gaze from Su Wen poked countless holes all over his body.

He raised his eyebrows and the glimmer in his eyes was compelling: All performance awards have been deducted.

Liu Chong: ...

Haha.

So, don’t fight with the capitalists.

He took a deep breath, switched to the crazy drama mode, pinched the orchid and complained: Su Wen, you are not a human being, you bully me, I want to break up with you!

He succeeded in disgusting Su Wen.

Get out!

Who is not a movie king anymore? Actor Liu decided to overwhelm Su Wen in the field he is best at!

You, you - he was about to cry, covered his face, and scolded sadly, You heartless man! Then, sobbing, he covered his face and left.

Su asked: ...

At the door, Su Zisu was stunned!

She looked at Brother Chong's sturdy back and fell into deep thought. She felt that she had discovered something extraordinary. Well, she couldn't draw a conclusion so quickly. It still needs further investigation.

Someone from behind patted her shoulder: Assistant Su.

Su Zisu was confused: Huh?

She is the female assistant of a male artist in Su Wen's studio. Everyone calls her Sister Dan. Sister Dan asked her: I'm in a hurry to have an event with Brother Tang Ning. Can you run an errand for me?

Tang Ning is the male artist that Sister Dan is responsible for.

Su Zisu agreed readily: Okay.

Send this to Director Song's office before ten o'clock. He will sign it before giving it to Brother Chong.

She nodded her instant noodles vigorously: Yeah.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Su Zisu looked at the time and decided to eat a pancake before going to deliver the documents. There was a microwave in the company. She bought three pancakes in the morning and had one left to finish.

After having enough food and water, she went to the 19th floor to deliver documents. She had heard of the managing director, but had never met her. She heard from the little sister who had dinner with him that he was a very handsome young man. He looked good enough to make a career, but he was very casual. cast.

She knocked on the door.

The man inside said, Come in.

She went in holding the document and tucked a small roll of instant noodles behind her ear: Director——

The words were interrupted.

Wait a moment. Song Rong made a silent gesture. He put on his glasses and didn't raise his head. He used the mouse to pull down the data on the computer screen while talking on the phone. After taking the interest rate into account, draw five percentage points. Let the finance department review the revenue data, and the post-production party’s outsourcing company quotation must also be added to it. In addition, the last page of the contract...

Yeah, it’s the big brother in the elevator!

Su Zisu narrowed his eyes in surprise.

Song Rong was very involved and continued the conference call: Let the order department estimate the labor cost, and the final quotation was reduced by 5%. There is also a plan submitted by the sales department. Take it back and redo it. There is a problem with the market analysis. This brand will be sold next year. The spokesperson will be replaced by Su Wen, and the prediction of brand effect cannot be based on previous data...

Su Zisu held her chin, so awesome. She couldn't understand a word, and she didn't know when the director's call was going to come. She took a small step and went to sit on the sofa to wait. The wait was twenty. Minutes, it was just that the air conditioner was too comfortable, the sofa was too soft, and the director's voice was so pleasant, she... fell asleep.

Song Rong took off his glasses, folded his hands and looked at the group on the sofa.

Su Zisu.

She rolled over and muttered.

He didn't hear clearly and leaned over: What?

Don't put green onions in my pancakes. She rubbed her head against the sofa, her fluffy instant noodle head messed up by her sleep.

Song Rong laughed.

He dialed the internal line: Secretary Lin, can you buy me some pancakes and fruit?

Secretary Lin was surprised when his boss added: Don't add onions.

...

Secretary Lin couldn't picture his boss wearing a high-end suit and an expensive watch eating pancakes and fruit.

Because there was an alumni association, Yu Wenting got off work half an hour early and drove to the hotel where the party was held without a secretary.

The party was organized by the squad leaders of the three classes. Since there were not many classmates they could contact, they gathered together. Of course, there were some who were good at it and generously booked the entire nightclub in the hotel.

Yuwen heard that she was wearing a mask, and someone still recognized her.

Isn't that Yuwen Ting?

It's really her.

I'll go, it's my first time to see the world champion in person.

She's really tall. She can become a model if she doesn't want to swim.

What's the point of being a model? She's now the boss of an entertainment company.

In a cheating life, jealousy will never come.

Who is so proud that he even invited a giant Buddha like her?

...

The men and women at the bar were talking about it, but there was no malice in it, they just felt it was strange.

Yuwen passed them and walked to the end: Hello.

The man sitting on the high stool was chatting animatedly with his classmates. He turned his head when he heard the voice, and was stunned for a moment: Hello, hello.

Yuwen Ting remembered him as the monitor of Su Cuicui's class.

She asked him politely: Is Su Cuicui from your class here?

Su Cuicui?

Oh, he remembered: She asked for the address in the group today.

He stood up and wanted to look around, but he couldn't remember what he looked like. He only remembered that his bangs were very long, his lenses were very thick, his legs were very long, and his chest was very flat...

He was only a teenager at the time, and who knew what he would develop into in the future.

That’s all, I couldn’t recognize it, so the squad leader shouted: “Is Su Cuicui here?”

I don't know who replied: That mute seems not to be here.

Yuwen Ting frowned.

“Do you have her WeChat account?”

Yes. The avatar seemed to be that of Yuwen. Listening to it, the squad leader found the group and scrolled down. She seems to have left the group again. Make a fool of yourself, join in, ask for the address, and then leave. What does it mean?

The squad leader asked everyone: Does any of you have Su Cuicui's contact information?

A baby-faced girl answered: Probably not, Su Cuicui never interacts with others. Everyone will remember this name simply because she can't speak and is a mute who lives alone.

The squad leader went to ask around and found nothing.

Yuwen thanked him.

No, no, no. The monitor was very flattered and felt that the goddess had such a good temper, Can you sign your name for me?

Can.

The monitor couldn't find the pen, so he borrowed a female classmate's eyebrow pencil and asked Yuwen Ting to sign his name on his shirt.

After that, there was no shortage of people coming over to ask for autographs.

Yuwen Ting is not very good at refusing, whether it is signing or toasting. She didn't drink much, but she didn't know that her drinking capacity was so bad. After a few glasses of unknown foreign wine, she felt dizzy. Fortunately, she sent her location to the secretary before she came.

My head hurts and my eyes are dizzy. The laser light in the box flashes and I don't know who is singing. The bursts of high-pitched sounds stimulate people's hearing. Yu Wenting was sitting in the corner of the sofa, drowsy, his eyelids too heavy to hold open. The red and green lights were spinning, and the light and shadow were mottled, much like the sunlight leaking through the gaps in the camphor tree.

That year, the camphor trees bloomed later than in previous years.

I'm going to compete abroad.

The 'girl' sitting under the tree stood up and edited on her mobile phone: How long will it take?

Yuwen Ting jumped up and grabbed the thickest tree trunk. His thin arms were very strong and he jumped up the tree: I don't know, it may take a long time to train there.

Su Cuicui stood on tiptoe under the tree: Where is the high school entrance examination?

Can't come back in time.

What about high school?

She thought about it and was not sure: It should be in the sports school.

He snapped the flip phone shut, ignored her, and turned away.

The girl on the tree quickly jumped down and ran to chase him.

Su Cuicui.

Su Cuicui, wait for me.

Su Cuicui.

...

After high school, Yu Wenting went to the sports school in the imperial capital. He spent half of his time in school and most of his time in foreign competitions and training camps. Su Cuicui never looked for her once.

But every time she competed, she would receive a bouquet of flowers. The person who came to send the flowers said that they were sent by a very beautiful young man.

Listen.

Listen.

She opened her eyes, squinted, and the dazzling light shone into her pupils. She vaguely saw a pair of beautiful eyes with a very familiar outline.

Su Cuicui... She muttered in a low voice, as if dreaming, You're here too.

She nestled on the sofa, rubbed herself, and fell asleep again.

Su Wen knelt down, touched her red face, which was a little hot, and shouted twice in her ear. She was too drunk to respond to him.

Which of you got her drunk? Su Wen was wearing a mask and a hat, and his pupils under the brim were as black as if they had been splashed with ink.

This aura is 2.8 meters tall!

Are you Yuwen Ting's boyfriend?