My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Jiang Jiusheng subconsciously rolled his throat, and sang for four hours, his voice slightly hoarse: I can. After a pause, he finally lost his manners and asked presumptuously, Can I touch it?

Even Jiang Jiusheng found it unbelievable to make such an absurd request at the first meeting. She is not a flamboyant and casual person.

The man was a little taken aback.

She immediately explained: Sorry, I have a mild hand fetish.

Seeing a ghost, she didn't trust people easily, but confessed the truth by mistake. It was very strange. This kind of strange familiarity made her a little at a loss and unconsciously flustered.

It is clear that they have never met each other before, so why is there such a soul-stirring restlessness? Just because of those rare hands in the world? If so, she thought, her hand fetish may have seriously worsened, at least before this man, she had never been so eager for any hands.

The man smiled slightly apologetically: Sorry, I have a mild obsession with cleanliness.

Jiang Jiusheng was very sorry, even though he pretended to be calm.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked softly: Is it okay to just touch it?

Of course! she replied simply.

The other party smiled and held out his hand.

Jiang Jiusheng stepped forward and held it.

It's very cold, the palms are dry, the joints are thinner than she imagined, and the skin color is almost as white as hers. It was only when she got closer that she smelled the faint smell of disinfectant on his body, mixed with the fragrance of mint, not pungent, and very comfortable.

Just like that, she touched a strange man's hand, and the only feeling she had was - she didn't want to let go. It's just that it's too inconvenient to be too presumptuous, so I let go after only holding it for a few seconds, and said thank you.

The other party said, no thanks.

He said, My name is Shi Jin, Jin Yu's Jin.

Shi Jin.

What a gentle name, it sounds like Wu Nong's soft language from a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

She replied, Jiang Jiusheng.

Shi Jin smiled lightly, his dark pupils were bright: I know.

Jiang Jiusheng thought it might be because she was a singer and she was quite famous, but Shi Jin didn't look like a newcomer who liked rock music. She thought he was more suitable for jazz, soft and elegant, and an aristocrat in audio music.

They didn't talk any more, they got out of the elevator door one after the other, turned their backs to each other and went back to their own homes.

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When the door was closed, Shi Jin raised his hand, suddenly dazed, for a long time, lowered his eyes, raised his hand, and kissed the palm reverently and obsessively.

Shengsheng...

When he yelled these two words, he was so gentle that he couldn't hear the ending.

At exactly nine o'clock at night, Mo Bing called.

Jiang Jiusheng turned on the speakerphone, patted his face with lotion, and walked towards the cloakroom: Are you there?

Well, it's downstairs from you.

I'll come down. Picking up a white turtleneck knitted sweater and black sweater to match, Jiang Jiusheng knelt down to tie his shoes, and chatted casually, Mo Bing, I have a new neighbor.

She is not warm and hospitable, so the new neighbor who was suddenly mentioned is naturally a little different. Mo Bing asked: What's the point?

Jiang Jiusheng carried a small cloth bag, locked the door, and walked towards the elevator entrance. She put the hood of the sweater on her head. She lowered her head and smiled at the corner of her mouth. She said to the phone, His hands are so beautiful.

The focus of manual patient control is always at hand.

Mo Bing joked: Is your heart moved?

Jiang Jiusheng was very frank: Well, I want to keep it private.

The elevator door was about to close, and through the crack of the door, the hand that she wanted to hide secretly ran into her eyes without warning.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and their eyes met each other, all of them lost their minds.

These hands can be amazing at any time. Jiang Jiusheng looked away calmly, and said hello, Mr. Shi, what a coincidence.

Shi Jin entered the elevator and stood beside Jiang Jiusheng, two steps away: I'm going to the supermarket.

Jiang Jiusheng hung up the phone and glanced at the phone: What time?

Um.

There was no further conversation after that.

After saying goodbye to her new neighbor at the gate of the community, Jiang Jiusheng got into Mo Bing's car, a low-key silver BMW-m3, and opened the co-pilot's door. Mo Bing looked up at her: Why don't you put on any makeup?

Sweater and pencil pants, white sneakers, dressed like an amateur just out of college, with a plain face, not the slightest glamor of an artist.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't care much: Because of self-confidence.

Mo Bing didn't expose her, either because she was confident or because she was lazy. Forget it, fortunately Jiang Jiusheng has a good background, even so, he is more photogenic than those artists who have worked hard in the fashion circle.

The celebration banquet was held in the high-end club under the Qin family. The host team members were all acquaintances. They knew Jiang Jiusheng's quiet temperament, so they didn't drag her into the crowd, and opened a small room for the members of the orchestra to get together alone.

Mo Bing took Jiang Jiusheng to toast the director and lighting photographers, and then went to the small room. The other four members had already arrived, three of them, bass player Jin Fanglin, drum set Li Ranran, and lead guitarist Zhang Nai.

Mo Bing is Jiang Jiusheng's manager, not the orchestra's manager.

At that time, Tianyu Media only signed Jiang Jiusheng. The company originally wanted to let her debut as an independent singer, but she insisted on releasing her first album in the form of an original band. In the entertainment industry where the record market is so sluggish, the first album became a hit, and within half a year, The Nine became famous, and the lead singer Jiang Jiusheng became popular in the music scene with his creative talent and unique voice.

Mo Bing is Tianyu's manager, and the other members of the orchestra, if they have to be positioned, can only be said to be long-term employment, not under Tianyu's banner. Jiang Jiusheng has been rising in the orchestra, while the other four members of the orchestra seem mediocre. I once told Jiang Jiusheng from the perspective of a professional manager that flying solo is of no harm to her, and people often diss members of the band on the Internet—those who are tasteless, but it is a pity to discard them. Mo Bing feels that although exaggerated, it is not true. It's unreasonable, there is no creative talent, and it is not top-notch in terms of playing ability alone.

Jiang Jiusheng just smiled and said: When I had nothing, they didn't dislike me, so after I was full of glory, they couldn't get drunk alone.

That was the first time Mo Bing saw clearly that this handsome woman with a cool and glamorous smile had such a sincere and soft place. In the big dye vat of the entertainment industry, Jiang Jiusheng was alone, she broke through cleanly, frankly, Stick to her persistence.

Sheng Sheng!

Li Ranran was impatient, and when she saw Jiang Jiusheng, she jumped up to greet her, and shouted, Shengsheng, come quickly, Fang Lin is pouring me wine, help me put him down!

Li Ranran is the youngest member of the band, with a lively and hot personality, but she looks like a real lolita.