The light in the room was yellow, and there was a lot of blood in the strong smell. She was in a trance and didn't know how long it was.

Out of the window, the full moon becomes half moon, and the night is dim.

She was lying on the big bed of the hotel. She had no strength. She was sweating all over her body. She was wet and hot. She murmured, "Shijin, no more."

When Jin leaned over to kiss her lips, her voice was full of emotion. She was hoarse, and he coaxed her: "Sheng Sheng, darling, you hold me, don't let go."

She shook her head, eyes full of water, she said, Shijin, hurt.

When Jin did not stop action, tightly hugged her: "I also hurt."

She pushed him, and he grabbed her hand, buttoned it behind him, and went on without tenderness.

Jiang Jiusheng's head was full of cold sweat, his lips were tight, his fingers scratched his back: "Shijin, my stomach hurts." Her voice almost burst into tears and she said, "it hurts."

When Jin raised the ground to stop the action: "what's the matter, Sheng Sheng?"

She didn't speak. She pushed him away.

When Jin a little back away, bowed his head, saw the blood on the bedspread, he was completely flustered.

In the middle of the night, Mo Bing is sleeping. The phone at the head of the bed rings suddenly. She answers it vaguely and feeds it drowsily.

At the other end of the line, I was in a hurry: "come here."

Mo Bing rubbed his eyes and suspected that he had hallucinations: "when was the doctor?"

Shi Jin seems to be flustered, intermittently and incompletely: "come on, Sheng Sheng, Sheng Sheng,"

it's like the sky is falling down. He's totally disordered, his words are not up to the point, and he doesn't know what to say.

Mo Bing tries to calm down: "what happened to Sheng Sheng?"

When Jin's voice accompanied by rapid and disordered breathing: "she bled."

I knew that something had to happen!

"I'll be right here."

Mo Bing takes his coat and key and goes to the next room. As soon as he enters, he knows what's going on. The room is full of traces of love. Jiang Jiusheng's body is full of bite marks. He lies on the bed, on the white sheet, bloodstained and in a mess.

Shijin is such a jerk. It's so nonsense!

Twenty minutes later, the doctor came. She was a woman doctor. Mo Bing specially contacted the gynecologist. She had a general examination and hung water.

Mo Bing can't wait to ask, "how is she?"

The woman doctor took the mask off and said, "it's a little feverish. It's no big problem."

Mo Bing is not at ease: "then why does she bleed?"

The female doctor is in her fifties, and her old face is also hot: "it's a regular holiday."

Mo Bing is embarrassed.

Do have a fever also calculate, even big aunt did, when Jin is a beast!

At that time, Jin kept her head down at the head of the bed, dressed in a bathrobe, and her face was tight. The whole person was gloomy. His forehead was still sweaty, his eyes were red, and he was too depressed.

The atmosphere in the room was awkwardly cold!

The female doctor interrupts the silence, adjusts the flow rate, and says the doctor's advice: "the patient's body is empty, and Gong Han is very serious. It's recommended to take her to take a color Doppler ultrasound. In addition," the female doctor looks at Shi Jin, and in order to cover up the embarrassment, pretends to cough twice, and continues to say, "in special times, it's not suitable for rooming, and in addition, excessive sexual behavior will..."

It's too shameful to go on!

When I was a doctor for so many years, when I met a patient in such a situation for the first time, I thought of the bite marks on the girl in the bed. She doubted whether her boyfriend was a beast or a kind of man eater without spitting bones.

From the beginning to the end, Shijin didn't say a word. She tightly pressed her lips, wiped her body and gave Jiang Jiusheng medicine.

"Dr Liu, take a step." Mo Bing takes the doctor out. We need to do something about it. We can't let the news out.

The next day, at 10 a.m., Jiang Jiusheng woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw Shijin at the head of the bed. She was stunned for a few seconds and turned away from him.

"Sheng Sheng." When Jin raised her hand, wanted to touch her, and retracted her hand, eyes deep, light and shadow crisscross badly.

Jiang Jiusheng lay on his back and hands, saying nothing.

"Sheng Sheng." He has a hoarse voice and a strong sense of tiredness.

She still ignored him, buried her face in the pillow and didn't want to talk to him.

When Jin around to the other side, squatting in front of the bed, afraid to make her angry, do not touch her: "you should me, huh?" In a low voice, "Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng still doesn't look at him.

When Jin crouches at the bedside, coaxes gently: "you may be angry with me, but first eats is not good?"

No response, he looked at her for a long time, still couldn't help reaching out, brushing the hair around her ears, pulling down the quilt covering her nose and mouth. The wound on the palm of his hand had not been dealt with, scab off, blood clotting, red and swollen badly.

He took back his hand, got up, put the porridge on the bedside table, turned to go out, just walked to the door, heard her say: "go get the medicine box."

When Jin Dun stopped and looked back, he saw that she had already sat up. He did not look at her eyes and went to get the medicine box with his head lowered and silent.Put the medicine box on the head of the bed, and then he stood aside. His eyes were splashed with ink, and his reflection was flashing. He seemed to have a lot to say, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

Jiang Jiusheng looks down at his eyelashes, conceals his mood and says, "give me your hand."

When Jin half squats down, hands the right hand over.

Jiang Jiusheng took a look at the wound in the palm of his hand, and frowned fiercely: "are you deliberately not bandaging?"

When Jin's eyes wrapped around her, she nodded: "well."

And with bitter meat, I knew she couldn't bear it.

Jiang Jiusheng bowed his head to sterilize him, but did not look at him: "do you know why I am angry?"

When Jin is more gentle and obedient than usual: "I hurt you."

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

She didn't want to talk to him any more and wrapped him up in silence.

His hands are much more serious, like new injuries and old ones. Jiang Jiusheng doesn't talk to him. He stays in the room and doesn't say a word all day.

Jiang Jiusheng only found out in the afternoon that the mirror had been changed in the bathroom. There was blood on the glass fragments in the trash can. Not only the mirror, but also many things had been changed.

She dialed Xu Qingbo.

"Dr Xu."

When Xu Qingbo heard that it was Jiang Jiusheng, he guessed, "it's time for Jin to get out of shape?"

"He dropped a lot of things."

The new injury on his hand was caused by the broken glass.

Xu Qingbo thought: "it should be manic symptoms." It's a bit difficult. He thought about it and suggested, "go back to Jiangbei for an appointment. I think it's necessary to talk with you about Shijin's condition."

He still felt that only Jiang Jiusheng could cure Shijin's illness.

"Good." She was calm. "Now? What should I do? "

"Try not to stimulate him."

In the afternoon, the doctor came to have a reexamination. Jiang Jiusheng's fever has subsided. There is no need to infuse any more fluids. Before she left, the woman doctor patted her on the back of the hand. Her expression was very complicated, and her eyes were full of sympathy.

Jiang Jiusheng can't laugh or cry.

Her stomach was uncomfortable and she slept in a daze. When she woke up, the sunset was golden outside the window. It was already dusk. When Jin was still at the head of the bed, she stared motionless and her eyes were obsessed.

She just woke up with a hoarse voice: "Shi Jin."

"Well." When Jin got up from the chair, squatted at the head of the bed and listened to her.

"I want water."

He poured a cup of warm water, hesitated for a while, sat down beside the bed, stroked her to sit up and fed her.

After drinking the water, she lay back, covered the quilt and turned over, lying on her side facing Shijin, saying, "I have a stomachache."

When Jin half squatted, put his hand into the quilt, and so on Wu warm, just cover her abdomen, gently rub her.

From beginning to end, he was silent.

"Why don't you talk?"

Afraid to make her angry.

He said in a low voice: "Sheng Sheng, apart from breaking up, you can do anything to me."

Jiang Jiusheng twisted his eyebrows, as if seriously thinking about how to treat him: "I don't have the strength, don't remember. Come here."

He leaned over and leaned closer to her.

She took her hand out of the quilt, put it around his neck and said, "low point."

Shijin was very obedient and lowered her body.

"Lower it."

He leaned closer, looked down and could see her peach blossom eyes, eyebrows, daisies, spring mountains, autumn waters and pupils.

She bent her eyes and suddenly looked up and bit him on the neck.

It hurt. She bit him hard.

When Jin motionless, let her bite.

Well, I'll bite you, too. Write it off. Jiang Jiusheng looses his teeth, looks at Shijin's neck, a row of tooth marks. She bites and bleeds, but also feels sad. He smacks at the wound, licking it like a cat.

"It's not allowed in the future," she said

When her neck itched, Jin's eyebrows were covered with gloom for a whole day, and then disappeared. As if she had been granted amnesty, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed. Instead, she seemed to have emptied her strength, and the whole person fell on her.

He apologized and said sorry many times.

"I'm wrong, Sheng Sheng. I'm not good."

He is pressing his voice and his voice is deep. He probably hasn't had a rest all day and all night. He is a little dumb and has no strength. He deliberately puts his soft words in a low posture and easily teaches people how to be heartbroken.

Where still angry, ginger nine Sheng reaches out to hold him, along the words ask him: "where are you bad?"

When Jin tone is serious: "in bed do not obey."

“....”

Jiang Jiusheng felt that Shijin was deliberately blocking his eyes with one leaf to shift the focus.

"I'm not angry about this." She did not joke with him, very serious, "Shi Jin, I am angry that you are too cruel to yourself."

Shijin didn't say yes.

She held his face and solemnly said, "don't just think about me, don't kill people because of me, and don't make yourself scarred. I don't like you."He takes too little care of himself.

It seems that as long as it involves her, he does not leave any room for himself, nor does he want to have consequences, extreme and dangerous. Jiang Jiusheng didn't dare to think about it. If Shijin killed people in full view of the public, what should she do.

When Jin low sighed: "then how to do? You don't like it. I'm afraid I can't change it. " Jiang Jiusheng wants to contradict him. He presses his finger on her lips. "Sheng Sheng, I can't control myself," he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "It's you who control my mind. I can't help myself."

A good heart can't help itself, her family time Jin, too cunning.

Jiang Jiusheng is speechless.

"I'm afraid that the Wen family will bully you, that you will think of bad things, that you will be injured and ill, that you will be scared to be crazy, and that you won't care about anything else."

Then everything went out of control.

Paranoid personality disorder, probably is like this, crazy, there is no reason to say, what's more, he is bloodthirsty, at the sight of blood, his bones will boil.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't contradict him either. He raised his chin and said, "what are you afraid of? I'm a woman from the sixth minority of the Qin family. I can't easily break down."

She's not the ginger Jiusheng eight years ago. It's snowy and windy. She's with Jin. What else can't stand.

In a word, it calms all the anxieties of Shijin.

He red eyes, firmly hold her: "Sheng Sheng, I'm sorry."

Jiang Jiusheng knows that he is apologizing for last night.

Think about it, she is still reluctant to blame, in the same evil, whether right or wrong.

She was so bewildered that she made a "rational" analysis: "it's not your fault. I didn't listen to you. I had to go to Wen's house. I was determined to do it first. And last night," she whispered, burying her face in Shijin's chest. "It just hurt a little. I don't like it."

If Mo Bing hears this, he must scold her for being so smart.

"Sheng Sheng, don't get used to me like this." His heart and head are like soft feathers tickling, painless, itchy and sour. He said, "like you, I will become more insatiable."

So would she.

She pulled when Jin lie down together, the stomach is warm, not so painful, kneaded his abdomen, some drowsy, suddenly thought: "Shi Jin, yesterday we did not contraception." They have done so long, will they win the lottery?

Jiang Jiusheng is in a good mood.

When Jin gently rubbed her stomach: "will not be pregnant, is a safe period."

Oh, how did she forget? She was in a bad mood.

Jiang Jiusheng's body is not refreshing. She goes to bed early at night. At nine o'clock, when Jin just came out of the bathroom, her cell phone at the head of the bed rang.

It's Qinzhong.

"Six less."

Shijin lowers her voice: "be quiet." He walked out of the room with his cell phone, took the door with him, and asked, "what did you find?"

Qin Zhong replied on the phone: "the text message was sent by Jiang Jinyu, and his cell phone was also black." I didn't expect that a teenager with autism has a great talent for computers. It's just like playing to crack Wen's monitoring system.

It's said that the child hasn't gone to school yet. I asked the teacher to teach at home.

It's amazing.

"Did Sheng Sheng enter the flower house?" Shijin asked.

Qin Zhong took back the thought of interrupting: "no, he was stopped by four shaos, but four shaos fell to his head. Now in the hospital, he has six stitches in his head."

Obviously, Shijin is not interested in Qin Xiaozhou.

Qin Zhong continued, "but Miss Jiang knows something when she recognizes her brother."

At that time, Jin leaned against the wall at the door and lowered her head. The light on the roof came down from above. Her eyelashes were drooping. A long silhouette fell on her eyelids, covering her mood. Her voice was deep: "tune out the monitoring image of Wen's family."

Qin Zhong hesitated for a moment: "it's a little difficult." Since the murder happened eight years ago, the security of the Wen family has been very strict. It is difficult to crack the monitoring firewall. After all, not everyone is the young master of the Wen family. Without that talent, it should take a certain time to crack.

Shi Jin asked, "what is it?"

Qin Zhong said, "technology."

"Then use the means to intimidate and lure," the ending voice slightly pressed, when Jin asked, "need me to teach you?"

“....”

No matter the process, Qin Zhong said, "I understand."

The next afternoon, when Jin was not in, Mo Bing was free to talk with her artists.

"Did you forgive Shijin?" Mo Bing is a little upset. Of course, she is protecting her own people. She thinks that when Jin is too upset, she has to polish her temperament. Otherwise, Jiang Jiusheng will suffer from the pain later.

She was lying on the couch on the balcony of the suite, squinting and idling in the sun, in a comfortable and leisurely voice, saying, "I'm also responsible for this."

Keep it short!

Mo Bing teases her deliberately: "what is it you are talking about? Did you go to Wen's? Or did Shi Jin do you 38 degrees and 5 things? "

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."She's red in her ears. She won't go back to Mo Bing.

Mo Bing hates iron but not steel: "get used to him!"

"What time does Lin Anzhi arrive?" Jiang Jiusheng asked

Lin Anzhi takes a scene in Yuncheng, knows Mo Bing is here, and wants to come back to Jiangbei with her.

"Three." Mo Bing looks at the time. It's nearly 2:30. She hesitates a little bit. "Why don't I stay with you? I'm not sure. "

"Don't worry about what?"

It's not that she's afraid of anything else. Jiang Jiusheng has a high IQ, is smart, and has few rivals in free combat. She has no words about her self-protection ability. However, these things that she's good at don't work when she meets Jin.

Mo Bing only said: "Sheng Sheng, you need to know that when your doctor was here, he was already a dangerous person who was inflammable and explosive." She sighed, "I really felt right at the beginning. You chose the deadliest man."

When Jin was an outsider, she was very polite and elegant. She was a rare aristocrat. But when she met Jiang Jiusheng, she became a beast with strong attack.

Just like when Mo Bing saw Jin for the first time, he had this feeling. He felt like a combination of contradictions, one thought of becoming a devil and one thought of becoming a Buddha.

The bell rang suddenly.

Mo Bing takes a look at the mobile phone. It's Lin Anzhi.

Seeing her entanglement, Jiang Jiusheng urged her: "go."

Mo Bing returned a message and told Jiang Jiusheng before leaving: "Yuwen sent a script. It's a big production. It's No. 2 girl. I think it's good. It's passed on to your email. You have time to have a look."

"Good."

Mo Bing is out of Jiang Jiusheng's suite.

The first floor of the presidential suite was cleared by Shijin. As soon as she went out, she saw the person standing at the door of her room, covered tightly, pulling the suitcase and looking down at the mobile phone.

Mo Bing goes over: "how can it be so fast?"

Lin Anzhi put away her mobile phone and naturally went to take her hand: "I'm afraid you'll wait."

Mo Bing opened the door and led him into the room.

As soon as he closed the door, he took off the mask, turned around and pressed her against the wall.

Mo Bing pushed him: "take a bath first."

Lin Anzhi grabs her hand and refuses to let her move. He lowers his head and pecks at her lips twice. Then he kisses her deeply and says vaguely, "kiss you first."

Mo Bing clings to him and hugs his neck in response.

He ate all her lip make-up, so he let her go and rubbed the spent lipstick with his finger belly.

"Peace."

"Well?"

Mo Bing suddenly asked, "what about your golden Cufflinks?"

"It's been a month." Lin Anzhi said, "that pair of cufflinks are set high. There are only ten in the world. They are out of stock and can't be mended."

Coincidentally, wenshuning's boyfriend also has a pair.

Mo Bing didn't ask again.

Lin Anzhi pulled a tie: "what's the matter?"

She tiptoed, unbuttoned his shirt, and casually said, "nothing, I haven't seen you for a long time." She doesn't like to be a soldier all over the place, but she has doubts in her heart.

Wenjia.

In winter, when the day is short, the sun will set, and the yellow sunset will leak into the room, which will be reflected by the chandelier on the roof and mottled. In front of the dressing mirror, wenshuning played with the Cufflinks for a while and put them in the drawer.

This pair of cufflinks, which she stole, was finally used.

She smiled: no hurry, play slowly.

Downstairs, Wen Shuhua was wandering back and forth at the door. Seeing the servant coming back from the outside, she immediately asked, "is the poem ready to come back?"

The servant replied, "not yet."

"It's all this. Why don't you come back?" For a whole day, Wen Shuhua was afraid that he could not be contacted.

It's late, the moon shows a corner, winter night, always particularly cold.

A deserted warehouse, sealed the windows, the gasoline barrels on the ground are all crooked, the discarded cartons and wooden furniture are scattered everywhere, and the air is full of the bad smell of no sun for many years.

The rusty iron door was closed tightly. There were two men in black at the door. They were blowing beer at the bottle mouth.

In the warehouse, Wen Shihao sat on the ground, her skirt was wrinkled, her neck was still bandaged, her wound was bloodstained, her mouth was sealed, she did not cry directly.

The man who was drinking was defeated and gave a fierce look: "don't stop, hit you!"

"Well --"

Wen Shihao shakes his head hard and has something to say.

The man swearing a few words, put down the wine bottle, impatiently walked over, tore the tape on her mouth, said maliciously: "there are any last words to say quickly."

Seeing that the man was born fierce and rough, Wenshi was kind-hearted and scared of his hair. For fear of provoking these prickles, he said in a low voice, "I will give you as much as you want, as long as you let me go."

The man sneered, "we don't want money."If you don't want money

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