My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

It's Jiang Jiusheng's wechat.

Fan benefits.

Behind this sentence is a song, without accompaniment, sung a cappella. It is the title song of her third series, a very slow ballad.

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help smiling while hugging the pillow and holding the phone. Mo Bing said that there was an element of love in this song, and asked her where she got the material.

where?

Well, it should be Shi Jin's hand, or Shi Jin.

Shi Jin's news came back very quickly, almost only the time of that song.

Good to hear.

Jiang Jiusheng rolled around on the bed contentedly, while thinking about how to get back, he carefully put away tonight's skirt into the closet.

The phone vibrated several times in a row.

Jiang Jiusheng clicked on Shi Jin's wechat avatar, his avatar was her photo, the backless high-definition photo she sent to him last time.

He sent four photos, all of which are his hands, both sides, front and back, the lighting is very dim, the knuckles are slender, cold and bright white, unprocessed, because the time is short, and they were taken casually, but still It can't cover a good color, it's not beautiful.

He replied with two words: Return.

Jiang Jiusheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, saved each one in the encrypted photo album, looked at it again and again, and replied Shi Jin with a joke: I want to touch it.

Later, a salivating little person emoticon package was sent.

Then……

The phone went silent, and Shi Jin didn't reply to the message for a long time. Jiang Jiusheng was a little disappointed, and put down the phone sullenly.

About five minutes later, the phone vibrated.

Jiang Jiusheng clicked on it immediately.

It was Shi Jin's WeChat, four simple words: Shengsheng, open the door.

She was dazed for a few seconds, then ran out of bed, didn't even put on her shoes, just put on a coat casually, and stomped to the entrance of the living room.

Opening the door, Shi Jin was standing in front of her door, wearing gray plaid pajamas, and asked her with a smile, Do you want to touch it?

Jiang Jiusheng was not shy: Yes.

He reached out and touched her.

Jiang Jiusheng thought, it would be great if Shi Jin was not just a fan, she had never felt this way, reluctant to part with a person, letting that person's face, voice, hands, everything linger in her heart.

Tall buildings on the moon.

The hotel's apricot-yellow lights were dizzy, softly blurring the profile of the woman's profile.

She called out softly, Anzhi.

Anzhi.

Anzhi.

Lin Anzhi lying on the bed didn't respond, his coat and shoes were still on, and the room was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.

The woman frowned, and there were slight fine lines at the corners of her eyes. It was Wen Shuning from Warner Pictures, in her thirties, with just the right charm. Naturally, in the entertainment circle full of beauties, she was not unique, but she had an excellent temperament.

The usual unsmiling strong woman from Warner, now her eyes were full of tenderness. She leaned over to untie Lin Anzhi's tie, but just as her hand touched him, he suddenly opened his eyes and shook her away forcefully.

Don't touch me! He opened his eyes firmly, his face was terribly gloomy, and said, I have a wife.

After speaking, his eyes widened again, closed, and fell asleep again.

It seemed that it was just an instinctive repulsion, he was not sober at all, but even if he was so drunk, he still couldn't let go of the person he was thinking of for a moment, from body to heart, he was in prison.

Wen Shuning knew that there was someone hidden in Lin Anzhi's heart, but she didn't know that she loved so deeply, she was not stupid, how could she not know that he was playing tricks every time, it's just that she couldn't help herself.

She withdrew her hand stiffly, and seemed to be talking to herself, as if she was speaking to him or herself: Anzhi, don't tell me.

Don't tell me anything.

She thought that if this man was willing to lie to her for the rest of his life, no matter how clumsy he was, she would still accept everything in a muddle-headed manner.

After taking the bag, Wen Shuning turned and left the room.

Lin Anzhi's manager, Liang Qin, was guarding the door. When he saw the boss coming out, he hurried forward and said, Boss Wen.

Take good care of him.

After leaving such a sentence, Wen Shuning left.

Liang Qin breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately they missed each other. If those two bumped into each other... He couldn't imagine, his heart was so tight that he still didn't understand what was going on. I like it, but why hold it back, why play with fire on the edge, definitely not for the sake of stardom, what is it planning?

I was afraid that if he stepped on this step, he would be lost forever.

In the lobby on the first floor, the elevator door opens.

The two pairs of eyes raised almost simultaneously.

Mo Bing said, Boss Wen.

Wen Shuning replied, Miss Mo.

The two have no personal relationship, one is the owner of an entertainment company, the other is a gold broker in the circle, they are just friends of gentlemen. Greetings, one in and one out, passing by.

The elevator doors closed.

Mo Bing frowned, remembering what Jiang Jiusheng said earlier, and shook her head to herself. She also knew that the finale banquet of Lin Anzhi's movie was held in the entertainment city on the top floor of this hotel. As the boss, Wen Shuning There is nothing wrong with being present.

After going up to the fourteenth floor, Mo Bing saw Lin Anzhi's manager Liang Qin at the door of the suite.

She stepped forward: Where's An Zhi?

Liang Qin handed her the key: It's inside, very drunk.

Mo Bing thanked her, and took the key to open the door and entered the room. The light in the entrance was not turned on, so she went straight to the bedroom, turned on the bedside light, and saw that Lin Anzhi was sleeping soundly, with his coat and shoes on, and the quilt was covered by him. Crumpled.

Anzhi.

Mo Bing called out, but Lin Anzhi didn't respond.

She raised her voice: Lin Anzhi.

Almost as a conditioned reflex, he opened his eyes immediately, then sat up, his drunken eyes were blurred for a long time before they settled down, and then saw Mo Bing.

He grinned: Daughter-in-law, you are here.

What a silly laugh.

Mo Bing had no choice but to sit on the head of the bed, rubbed his short hair, and softly scolded him: Why do you drink so much? After all, he felt sorry for him, and got up to pour him hot water.

Lin Anzhi held her hand and refused to let her go.

What's wrong? Mo Bing sat back.

He grabbed her hand, shook it, and called her name: Mo Bing.

Um?

A pair of drunken eyes, but extremely firm, he said: I love you.

Mo Bing smiled: I know.

I love you.

knew.

Like a child, he hugged her waist and repeated over and over again: I love you, I love you.

Mo Bing held his face and kissed him: What's wrong?

Lin Anzhi shook his head, his eyes were red, he buried his head on her shoulder, his voice was hoarse, and he murmured muffledly: Don't leave me, even if I did something wrong, don't leave me, okay?

Mo Bing was stunned, not knowing what happened to him.

When he didn't get an answer, he was very anxious and put his arms around her waist: You promise me, huh? Mo Bing, promise me, okay? Don't leave me, beat me and scold me, don't leave me, okay?

like a child.

It was the same when he was a teenager. At that time, he had just come to her house from the orphanage, and he didn't say a word for a month. She thought he was dumb, but on the night of the winter solstice, when he had a high fever and was confused, just like now, holding the young man She begged her over and over again not to leave.

Mo Bing knew that Lin Anzhi was extremely insecure, and even if he was indifferent to others, it must be because he had suffered all the warmth and coldness of the world and suffered all the ups and downs. She will never forget how he looked when she first met him in the orphanage. In the boy's dark eyes, there was no warmth at all, indifferent and defensive, as if isolating the whole world.

Mo Bing hugged him, nodded and agreed to him: Well, I won't leave you.

With red eyes, he looked at her for a long time, then hugged her, kissed her madly, and untied her clothes.

Mo Bing.

Um.

Mo Bing.

Um.

I love you...and will love you until I die.

She lay on the pillow and suddenly burst into tears.

Anzhi, what's wrong with you?

He didn't say anything, he took her heavily, and whispered in her ear over and over again, saying that he loved her.

A love, intense to the extreme, he left marks all over her body, and then exhausted, but still did not let go, holding her tightly.

After it was over, she nestled in his arms and muttered, What if I'm pregnant?

It was his heavy breathing that answered her, but Mo Bing didn't feel sleepy at all. He remembered that when they were eighteen years old, they secretly tasted the forbidden fruit behind their parents' backs. It was she who took the initiative and locked him in the attic. On the wooden board, like a little overlord who knows nothing about the world, he said: You will be mine from now on, and you will follow me for the rest of your life.

The eighteen-year-old boy smiled brightly and cleanly, and said, Okay.

At that time, they were innocent and innocent, they were not afraid of anything, and when they hugged each other, they thought they had the whole world.

An eighteen-year-old girl asks an eighteen-year-old boy: What if I get pregnant?

He said: I have already thought of a name for the child, regardless of whether it is a boy or a girl, it will be called Lin Mo.

Fourteen years have passed by in a hurry, and when I look back, the most beautiful thing is nothing but childish words, living up to the world and living up to you, boys and girls meeting until the end of life.

I only hope that after going through thousands of sails, I will still be a teenager when I return.

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(After thousands of sails, whoever comes back is no longer a teenager)