Mo Bing immediately refused: "you lend me your car, I'll drive it back."

Qin Mingzhu gave her the car key.

Mo Bing said "see you later". As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, it was gone.

Qin Mingzhu is still standing, looking at it stupidly, a little upset, kicking the snow under his feet.

The team's Da Ye flies back to get things. He just sees the captain who is clubbing at the door. He steps forward and says, "Captain, you are back." Then look at the car that drove away. I'm surprised, "well, isn't that your car?"

Qin Mingzhu ignored him.

Big fly fixed his eyes and said, "it's a girl in the car!" Look at the back of the head, it should be a beautiful girl. No more, Dafei cried excitedly, "Captain, you are hiding someone from me!"

Qin Mingzhu raised his eyelids and said coldly, "howl again, I will kill you alone."

“....”

Dafei understands. Kill people and kill people. There must be something fishy!

Ten thirty, Tianbei hospital.

When the door of the operating room opened, Jin came out.

Yuwen stormed to his feet: "how is it?" He looked up, his eyes were all tired, his hair was slightly disordered, and the white knitted sweater was bloodstained and dry.

When Jin took off the mask: "out of danger, can not recover, depends on the rehabilitation situation."

Yuwen stormed against the wall, relieved, and said to Shijin, "thank you."

"No."

At that time, Jin glanced at the military man who was silent all the time. He was middle-aged, well-dressed and calm, without any embarrassment.

The father and son are in sharp contrast.

When Jin left, Yuwen stormed to look at his father. His eyes were cold: "you go back, I'm afraid she woke up and saw you cut yourself again."

Yuwen Qin Sheng got up and straightened his tie: "I'll come here twice in three days, please."

The tone is thin, cool and heartless, as if the person who walked in the gate of hell had nothing to do with him.

Yuwen stormed and clenched his fist, shouting "Yuwen Qinsheng"

He raised his head and put on his military cap. "You just talk to your father?"

His father.

Yes, I don't want to admit that it's also his father. His blood is his, and his surname is his. Even his face is five points like him.

But why? Why is it he who has such a father.

"If you want to play, can you go far? Can you not let my mother see it! Can you stop touching the people around her! She is your wife. She bears your family name. She gives birth to children for you. She waits for you to go home every day. She killed herself eight times for you. She has been Yuwen's wife for 27 years. "Yuwen stormed for a long time, and her voice choked. He begged word by word," you can't leave her a life path? "

After listening, Yuwen Qinsheng suddenly laughed: "I will save her life?" He touched the corner of his mouth, and the smile disappeared completely. "Then why didn't she give my wife and children a life?"

Yu Wen is stunned by the charge.

"Do you know how your mother married into Yuwen's family?"

How could he know that his parents were busy killing each other. From the memory of him, he didn't live a safe life.

Yu Wen Qin Sheng clenched his back teeth tightly, the blue tendons of his neck were beating, his eyes were angry, and his words were bitter: "she killed the woman I was going to marry, and my child, who has been eight months, and she will not let go."

So it is.

Yuwen stormed and raised his eyes. His eyes did not dodge: "so, do you want to kill her child?" He approached, sneering, "want to kill me? Father. "

In the eyes, it's all gray, but aggressive.

Yu Wenqin's subconscious step back, there was a moment of panic, then looked up, his eyes were only cold, he looked at the face like himself, and said: "one of the things I regret most in my life is that your brother and sister were born."

No wonder, for more than 20 years, they have turned a blind eye to their brothers and sisters.

Yuwen stormed into a fist and stabbed his fingernail in the palm. He felt the scarlet in one hand, and as if nothing had happened, he only said: "this kind of words can be said to me. Don't let my sister hear it."

At eleven o'clock, the TV in the living room was still on, and Jiang Jiusheng was sleeping in the sofa. The mobile phone on the desk suddenly vibrated. She didn't see the call either. She answered it directly.

"Hello."

There was no response from the other end of the line, just a breath.

Jiang Jiusheng looks at the number: "Yuwen, why don't you talk?"

His voice is very hoarse: "nothing, ask you if Jin is home safely."

"Not yet." Jiang Jiusheng sat up from the sofa and turned down the TV. "How do you know he's out there?"

"His patient is my mother." He has a deep voice, pressing all emotions. It doesn't sound like a wave, but it's very bleak and hoarse.

As soon as Jiang Jiusheng heard it, he could tell, "stop smoking. You are hoarse."He didn't say, "hang up."

Then, the phone was cut off. He lowered his head and rubbed the words on the phone with his fingers.

A cash cow.

For a long time, he turned off his cell phone, looked at the cigarette butts on the ground, smiled, lit another cigarette, leaned against the wall of the hospital corridor, and smoked desperately.

Fortunately, it doesn't matter if she's not around. Just listen to her voice and make him feel alive.

Maybe the smoke was too strong, the smoke choked people, and his tears came out.

Yuwen stormed the phone just hung up a little, then a sound came from the door.

Jiang Jiusheng put on his shoes, got up and ran over. When he saw Shijin, he smiled and hugged him. "He's back."

When Jin brushed her hair: "well, back."

"Hard work, doctor."

He lowered his head, kissed her on the face, took off his coat and asked, "what are you doing?"

"Keep the year." Jiang Jiusheng stops, stands on tiptoe to help him, "and waits for you."

When Jin stooped, let her help to take off her coat, and then led her out of the porch: "how can my hands be so cold?"

He took her hand and put it in his clothes.

Jiang Jiusheng was going to shrink back. When he touched his abdominal muscles, he didn't move. When his palm was touching Jin's abdomen, he rubbed it. It was warm and slippery.

When Jin by her hand movements, put her on her legs, sitting together in the sofa.

She lies in his arms, smells the smell of disinfectant on his body, and asks: "how is Yuwen's mother?"

"Here we are." When Jin only concise back, did not elaborate.

Jiang Jiusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Hold for a while, when Jin put her on the sofa: "my body dirty, wait for me for a while."

"Well."

He covered the blanket for her and went to the bathroom.

TV is on, and the Spring Festival Gala is over half of the time. Jiang Jiusheng is in his sofa, answering his friends and relatives' New Year's greetings one by one. Outside the window, fireworks are noisy and snowflakes are floating.

When Jin washed, she took a towel and squatted at Jiang Jiusheng's feet, looking up: "Sheng Sheng, wipe my hair."

His hair has not been trimmed for a long time. It's longer, it's thin and fragmentary, covering his eyes a little. The hair tip is very soft and drooping.

This way, she always feels like Bomei, very clever.

She took the towel and brushed his hair gently.

When Jin looked up at her, the light from above fell on his long eyelashes, casting a shadow on them, slightly covering the light at the bottom of his eyes, tender and beautiful.

He whispered, "on the way back, I've been thinking about what to give you as a new year present for a long time."

"Do you think of it?"

"No." Shi Jin got up a little, grabbed her hand, put it around her neck, her hair was half dry, her eyes were slightly wet, and her face was sexy. He said slowly, "my house, my dog, my money, and my people are yours. What you send is to borrow flowers for Buddha."

Jiang Jiusheng smiled, threw the towel in his hand and held it close to Shijin's neck. She said, "your people are not mine."

When Jin whispered a smile, the corner of the eye curved, eyes light Lian but not demon: "now do you want to?" A low, deep voice can bewitch people.

When she was a doctor at home, she was such a charming demon.

"Yes." Finish saying, she does not have a bashful ground to hook up when Jin's neck, embrace him to lie in the sofa together, the body is close to each other, the temperature is hot.

She smiled and lifted her hand to unbutton his pajamas.

When Jin took hold of her hand, looked at the sweater that she slipped off her shoulder, slightly raised her chest, he bowed his head and sucked hard, there was an ambiguous voice overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his hoarse and low voice: "go to the room to do it?" He said, "the sofa is too small."

"Good."

He picked her up and went to the bedroom.

PATA, the door is closed, the light in the living room is still on, the TV is on, and Jiang Bomei on the balcony wakes up, groans and continues to sleep.

Out of the window, the snowflakes are falling, the fireworks are broken, the sky is full, and the bright mottled are fascinated by the lover's eyes.

For a long time, the chime of the square came from afar. It was zero. All the fireworks rushed up to the sky together and exploded a gorgeous flower.

The sound of firecrackers is to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

In the room, the atmosphere of love has not disappeared yet, and two reflections mingle. They stand in front of the window embracing each other and watch the bright fire rise and fall outside the window.

She looked back: "happy new year, Shijin."

When Jin from behind holding her, hoarse voice, there is not faded out of the desire: "happy new year, Sheng Sheng."

He was wearing a thin quilt, she was in his arms, the moonlight was in her arms, and all the fireworks were melting into his eyes outside the window. He bowed his head and smelled his own breath in her neck. It was the smell of shaving water, light mint.

"Baby."

"Well."

He buried his head, kissed her in the neck, and said, "I want more."Jiang Jiusheng turned around and snuggled up in his arms, under the thin quilt, without the inch of body close to each other, she said: "OK."

Shi Jin kisses her lips: "on the sofa?"

"Good."

He picked her up: "Sheng Sheng, hold me tight."

She can't be obedient.

The new year's bell has stopped, the fireworks have not stopped, the snow is flying, is the first snow in the new year.

At three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Jiusheng posted a micro blog, which was only visible to his friends.

May you be warm in three winters;

may you not be cold in spring;

may you have lights in the dark and umbrellas in the rain;

may time be slow and old people stay together;

May someone stand by you at dusk and ask you if your porridge is warm;

may you go away for half your life and come back as a teenager.

There are stars in the night and fish in the river. I hope to meet my beloved in this life, and I will not lose you.

The sky broke through the clouds, the snow stopped for a while, and the sun came out on the first day of the new year.

Jiang Jiusheng opened her eyes, and at daybreak, she rubbed her eyes and turned over. Then she saw that Shijin was sitting on the reclining chair by the window, with a book in her hand, but her eyes were on her.

"What time is it?" Her voice is very dry and uncomfortable.

When Jin put down the book, put the warm water on the bedside table for her to drink, said: "ten o'clock."

Ten

It's really a short day of spring nights.

"Why don't you wake me up?" Jiang Jiusheng looks up at Shijin. Her eyebrows and eyes are slightly charming. She is wearing Shijin's pajamas, some of which are big. Her neckline slides off her shoulder.

When Jin bowed her head, she could see the trace after her chest was in love. It was red. He bit her when she was in love. Some of her clothes were not important. He dressed her well, rubbed her gently across the thin layer, and said, "I want you to sleep a little longer." Ask her, "now?"

Jiang Jiusheng was tickled by him. He dodged and said, "get up."

Shijin fished her into her arms: "I hold you."

She pushed him aside and said with a smile, "doctor, I have hands and feet."

He let go, let her get up, just got out of bed, legs a soft

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

She was so embarrassed that her neck turned red. She looked up and stared at Jin.

Shijin squatted down with a smile: "don't be angry, it's my fault." He picked her up and put her on the bed. She was wearing his pajamas. Her clothes were only at the foot of her legs. A pair of long and thin legs were very white, but there were some kissing marks. When Jin squatted at her feet and kissed her legs, she said smilingly, "next time, I will be lighter."

She didn't believe that.

He said it many times last night, but it was all to coax her.

Jiang Jiusheng, covering his hot face, whispered, "the sheets are dirty." His eyes seemed to glance over the white bedspread, with a deep red color, which was very conspicuous.

When Jin knew she was shy, she didn't make trouble with her: "you go to brush your teeth for dinner, I'll change it."

On the first day of the lunar new year, Xu's villa was decorated with lights, which was very festive.

The old man was in a good mood. He shovel snow in the yard vigorously. The driver, Lao Jiang, showed the old man a flat plate.

"Minister, you see, our miss thuser and young master have been on a hot search."

When old Xu was still in the Ministry of justice, old Jiang became a driver for the old man. Now he has retired, but he can't change his mind. The minister has called him for more than 20 years.

Old man Xu doesn't care about his smile at ordinary times, but to his grandchildren, although he always doesn't forgive others, it's painful in the bottom of his heart.

shovel down every two or three days. What a child, he has to go into the entertainment circle.

It sounds like scolding. In fact, the old man is showing off his children, which roughly means - look, look, how powerful my grandson and granddaughter are. People all over the country like them. They are more famous than leaders of the country.

The old man took the presbyopia and said, "show it to me."

Jiang handed over the tablet, worried that the elderly would not use it, and specially taught the touch screen function.

Mr. Xu put on his presbyopic glasses. First, he opened the hot spots of his granddaughter. Like reading a newspaper, he looked at them word by word.

The old man asked, "what does it mean to have a private meal?"

When he saw the hot spot, he showed it to the old man, but he didn't see the content. He then glanced at it and explained, "it's just crazy fans who like to track and steal photos."

The old man said, "that's not good." Tell Jiang quickly, "you call me and ask thuther if she has been bullied by this illegitimate meal."

"OK, I'll fight now." Old Jiang dialed and waited for the connection.

Old Xu sighed, "young people now." When I clicked on the topic of Xu Qingjiu, my grandson, I saw a title and was confused, "what does it mean to be out of the closet, old Jiang?"

Old Jiang's hand trembled, and his cell phone dropped: "who is out?"

"I've been young for a long time. It's said on the Internet that he's out." Mr. Xu helped the mirror. "Let me see the message."Old Jiang thought: it's over.

Less than three minutes later, the old man threw the tablet on the table: "call me the eldest, the second, the third and several children."

On the first day of the new year, the Xu family is busy.

[Xu Qingjiu and Su Qing]

[JingSe's private meal]

two hot topics, all of them are Xu's family, and they have gone. That's so hot that they are going to vote for the most popular program in the Spring Festival Gala.

On New Year's Eve last night, Xu Qingjiu, a famous singer, and Su Qing, a famous actor, were invited to the party. At 10 o'clock, Xu Qingjiu's performance was over, and Zhou Liang went to meet people, hoping to have a reunion dinner with him at the capital hotel.

In the parking garage.

"That's Su Qing?" At that time, how could he talk more? He pointed to Xu Qingjiu outside the window and said, "that man is not his father. How can it be like a fight?"

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