When Jin looked back, her eyes were red: "do you want to lie down together?"

Qin Zhong opened his mouth and tongue.

He looked at the door. He couldn't wait to come!

Shijin squats down.

Yu Hai's face turned white with fright: "don't come here, don't come here..."

He pulled some gloves up, pressed Yu Hai's shoulder, flicked the needle of the syringe with his fingertip, put on his mask, and looked at Yu Hai's arm, which was full of blue tendons.

"No --"

with a bang, the door was suddenly kicked open.

"Shijin!"

It was Huo Yining, with a blue face, who fell on the door.

Qin Zhong breathed a sigh of relief. He had just put it into his heart. Because he looked at Shi Jin and was mentioned again. He told the news that the next person to be dissected Quietly back to the door, looking down.

"What are you doing?" Huo Yining looked at the scalpel on the table and the syringe in Shijin's hand. "Are you crazy?"

"Well, I'm crazy." He pressed Yu Hai's vein with his finger across his glove, and did not turn back. "So, get out of the way, and don't meddle in my affairs."

Yu Hai has been scared to be silly and will not move.

The needle of the syringe has punctured his skin.

Huo Yining didn't have time to think. He pulled out the gun from his waist, pointed to Shijin and growled, "calm down for me!"

He turned around and gave a cold look at the muzzle of the gun. His eyelids didn't even blink: "you can't calm down."

"Then calm down, too!"

Yu Hai called.

By the time Jin had injected the anesthetic into his blood vessels.

Huo Yining: "..."

Damn it!

When Jin got up, the muzzle of the gun just aimed at his heart, he ignored it, pushed the pistol away with a finger, reached out, and picked up the round head scalpel on the table.

Huo Yining grabs his hand.

When Jin looked up: "roll."

Shit!

When he has no temper?

Huo Yining kicked over the medical box, and the scalpel rolled all over the ground: "the autopsy report hasn't come out, you can't wait these days? Didn't you think the body wasn't Jiang Jiusheng? You killed people and set them on fire. But what do you do when she comes back? Are you going to jail? Let her keep you alive? " He can't stand it, scold, "shit, take medicine when you're sick. Can you keep your mother awake?"

When Jin Zheng for a while, looked down to see the surgical knife rolling on the ground.

Huo Yining hit him on the shoulder with the muzzle of his gun: "if you mess up again, I'll kill you first."

He drooped his eyes and said nothing.

Should be listen to, or to move out of ginger Jiusheng just work. Huo Yining took a sigh of relief, took the gun away, took an apple from the table, and put it on the tea table: "I can't bear it, just dissect it."

When Jin looked at the apple, she sat directly on the ground, with hemostatic forceps in her left hand and a scalpel in her right hand. First, she cut it in the middle, then silently, one by one.

Yu Hai has fainted with fear.

Huo Yining looks at the apple, is cut open, takes out the core, is sewn again, the hairs are all standing up, it's so fucking creepy.

This lunatic!

Crazy and not only when Jin.

Yuwen listens to arrive at home at noon. In the empty villa, only nanny Liu Ma cleans downstairs. When she sees Yuwen listens, she throws down the dishcloth in a hurry.

"Miss, you are back." Liu Ma was obviously relieved.

Yu Wen didn't change his shoes. He went in and took off his mask and hat: "where's my brother?"

"In the room." Liu Ma said, "I've been drinking all day and all night. Please advise him quickly."

Yuwen listens to the building.

Push open the door, the wine is very strong. The shade curtain in the room is closed tightly, and the light is not turned on. The light can't come in at all. It's dim. She looks at the bed. Nobody is there.

When she turned on the light, she went in and kicked the bottle. With a loud bang, she looked down and saw the empty bottle and the man lying on the side of the ground.

Her brother, lying there, curled up.

Yu Wen listens to go over, crouch down: "elder brother."

She called a, Yu Wen charge did not respond.

She pushed him again: "brother."

He opened his eyes in a daze: "hmm?"

His pupils were bloodshot, his face was not bloodstained, too white, even transparent to see light blue blood vessels, his hair was messy, his chin had scum, his shirt did not know when it was, wrinkled.

"I'll help you up." She went to help him and found him cold.

He was still lying on his side, still motionless, struggling to open his eyes. "Listen?"

Yu Wen listens to kneel on the ground, grasps his hand to cover for him: "well, it's me."

He got up and knocked over the bottle on the ground. He seemed to wake up at once. He went to pick up the bottle and saw that there was only a little left at the bottom. He sealed it with a cork and put it in the cabinet. Then he asked Yuwen, "how are you coming back?"His hand is still cold. Yuwen listens to the quilt on the bed and covers it for him. His voice is stuffy: "if I don't come back, you will drink to death."

He shook his head: "I'm ok. All the drinks are sent by Sheng Sheng. The degree is very low. I'm not drunk."

He and Jiang Jiusheng have known each other for nearly five years. In the past five years, she has sent him 14 bottles of wine, including 11 bottles that Xie Dang secretly opened.

He's finished drinking, but he's not drunk at all.

Next time, don't be so low.

Yu Wen listened to silence for a long time and asked him, "is it hard?"

It's hard. It's too hard.

"Listen."

"Well."

"They said," he looked down, his hair in disorder, covered his eyebrows and eyes, and cast a large shadow on his face. "He said that Jiang Jiusheng was gone."

Yuwen's eyes turned red at once.

He raised his head, eyes quiet, he said: "she is gone," do not cry or shout, eyes empty, said, "what do I do?"

Yuwen opens his mouth, but he can't speak.

She didn't know what to say. She was afraid that her brother would cry or not.

He sat for a while, then pushed the bottle away, lay down again, and shrank into the quilt. His voice seemed to be absent, like a dream, and his consciousness was speaking in chaos.

"I've put a long-life lock on her baby and haven't given it to her yet." He looked at Yuwen and listened. The pupil was dim. "I put it in the drawer at the head of the bed. I'll sleep for a while and listen. You can give it to her for me."

He closed his eyes. Tears from the corners of his eyes dropped on the carpet.

"Well, I'll give it to her for you." She tucked him in and stood by.

Her brother, fate, please treat him well and bless his beloved girl.

The news of Jiang Jiusheng's accident is secret.

It was during this period that Han Miao, a new comer of Qin's entertainment, came out. The first variety show was a music program with high ratings. She used a song to make the whole entertainment circle remember her.

On the same day, the online drama she starred in was launched on the Internet.

There is no doubt that Han Miao is the fastest-growing female entertainer in the entertainment circle in recent decades. Because of her singing style and her appearance, she won a title as soon as she started her career, which is Xiaosheng Ye.

A reporter asked Mo Bing what he thought of the little Sheng.

Mo Bing has no special mood, so he said, "there is only one Jiang Jiusheng in the entertainment circle."

The reporter asked Jiang Jiusheng about his recent situation.

Mo Bing doesn't say a word. She works as usual and takes the artists under her hands to be active in the circle. She never mentions Jiang Jiusheng.

Only Lin Anzhi knows how heavy her addiction is these two days.

"Stop smoking."

She stood by the bathroom window with a cigarette in her hand: "the autopsy report will come out later." She took a sip, spit out a cigarette ring, and said, "it's too hard."

And pretend you're OK. Don't let any news out.

Mo Bing shakes the ash: "I'm afraid the result will come out." I'm afraid the last glimmer of fantasy will be completely disillusioned.

Lin Anzhi walked over, smoked her cigarette, threw it in the toilet, flushed away with boiling water, and hugged her from behind: "when did you learn to smoke?"

She didn't smoke before.

"The time when I broke up with you," she said

She used to say that Jiang Jiusheng smoked. After she tasted it, she found that smoking is really addictive. The more she smoked, the more addictive she became. Just after Jiang Jiusheng quit smoking, she caught it again.

Lin Anzhi's eyes darkened: "quit?"

"Not for the moment." Especially recently, she was so flustered that she wanted to smoke more. If she didn't, she was afraid that she couldn't help it. She would not be able to put it on in front of outsiders, and she would cry if she thought of Jiang Jiusheng.

Lin Anzhi also does not advise: "then I can only accompany you to smoke together."

Mo Bing turned and said, "minors are not allowed to smoke."

He pecked her on the lip: "I've done a lot of things that 'minors' can't do, not much of it."

She said nothing, burying her head on his shoulder.

Fortunately, in the most difficult time, she was not alone.

Han Miao started his career, and the popularity of the Internet continued to grow. The first hot search was [Jiang Jiusheng Han Miao]. No one wanted to tie them up deliberately, but the two were tied together. For this, the attitude of netizens was mixed. Jiang Jiusheng's fans boycotted and there were many melon eaters. Of course, there were also black fans.

It's too hard to get a satisfactory Name: "so natural, where is the whole one? Please introduce. @Han Miao V "

tie ban Zi Ran burns fat cattle:" is this Jiang Jiusheng's twin sister? @Jiang Jiusheng V @ Han Miao V "

two buckets of instant noodles and a ham are just good:" the cottage is the cottage. The typhoon and singing skills are not at the same level as our Sheng Ye. OK, who gave the face to Xiao Sheng Ye? "

Love to eliminate every day reply @ two barrels of instant noodles and a ham just right: "from the plastic surgeon."

Give you all my flowers: "as far as matters are concerned, this little Sheng is more grounded. Jiang Jiusheng's posture is too high."My idol is Jiang Jiusheng, so I floated to reply @ give you my flowers: "when I shoot the first episode of the online drama, it's called Earth gas? I'm really sorry. Our Sheng is a movie guy. What about the height swing? It's useful? "

All the fairies love durian and cheese: "I may be a fake powder. I can't tell a fool from a fool."

"Fake powder + 1" is the year of Sao exported on the 28th

“....”

There is a high degree of discussion on the Internet. A large number of fans and passers-by go to Jiang Jiusheng's microblog to watch. However, no matter Jiang Jiusheng himself or his studio, he has never made a statement. There is no movement or even a microblog. There are all kinds of guesses on the Internet. Even Po, the gossip blogger, has made a video saying that Jiang Jiusheng was killed in a car accident.

It's April in the north of mianzhou. It's still freezing.

Teng family is located in the suburbs, covering a large area. It is an ancient house with four in and four out. The small bridge and flowing water are antique, without any modern style and full of ancient charm.

The eastern chamber is the residence of the second young master. The second young master prefers jade wares. Therefore, all kinds of carved jade ornaments can be seen everywhere. In front of the bed, there is a folding fan inlaid with jade face carving, which is the best Imperial Green.

The old bed is covered with gauze, the fringe is winded up, and the people on the bed wake up.

A slightly rough hand lifted the curtain. "Miss Xu woke up."

The man in bed blocked his eyes with his hands.

The servant in front of the bed is in her forties. She is called sister Yunxi by others. She always looks serious. Even in such cold weather, she still wears neat and thin black formal clothes. She orders: "go and call the second young master."

The girl at the door called it.

The second young master is kneeling in the ancestral hall. The head of the family, Mr. Teng Xiaoyun, is sitting in the chair and drinking tea.

The girl is Teng's servant. She looks only 14 or 15 years old. She stands at the gate of the ancestral hall and dare not go in and say, "master."

"What's up?" Mr. Teng asked

The girl faltered: "Xu, Xu,"

kneeling on the futon, the second young master turned around: "she woke up?"

Tengming, the second young master, was born in Mr. Teng's stephouse. The second young master's eyes were like his mother's. However, the second young master left when he was five years old.

The girl nodded and said yes.

Tengming stands up from the Futuan.

"Did I get you up?"

Teng Xiaoyun has passed the age of sixty-one. His eyes are hale and hearty. He is a very strict and old-fashioned person. Of course, he is not like ordinary people. His severity is to use a knife, a gun and a family.

Tengming looks at his father, wearing a long moon white shirt: "I'll go to see her first, and then you'll punish me."

With that, he left.

Teng Xiaoyun buttoned the tea cover, and his face was gloomy: "he also began to disobey me."

At the side gate of the ancestral hall, the man was sitting in a wheelchair. Like Chang Ming, he was wearing a long gown, with a clear and handsome appearance. His skin color was morbid white. His legs were covered with black blankets, and he laughed thinly and coldly: "would you also interrupt Ah Ming's legs, father?"

Teng Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly sank.

It is thought that there is only one young master in the Teng family. In fact, there is another young master in the Teng family. When he was seven years old, he was not good at business. His name is tengying.

East Wing, the second young master is here.

Servants have retreated to both sides: "second young master."

"All out."

The housekeeper Yun Xi of the East Chamber took several servants to exit the room and closed the door.

Tengming sat at the head of the bed and saw that her face was much better. He didn't wear glasses. His pupils were quiet green. He wore different ordinary suits and suits. His long gown was more elegant.

"Did you eat?" He asked her.

"I can't eat it." "How long have I slept?" she said

"Day and night."

She looked down at back of the her hand. There were blue and purple pinholes. She should have lost glucose. She didn't feel hungry. She put her hand in quilt and covered her slightly raised abdomen.

She asked him, eyes light, no mood, only dazed: "Tengming, why is there monitoring in the room?"

"I'm not sure because you are ill," he said

Oh, she's ill.

Tengming said that she had depression, so she did hypnotherapy.

He said her name is Xu Shengsheng, who is his patient and his fiancee.

She lay down and said, "I want to eat carrots and porridge."

"Well, I'll have it done for you." Tengming helps her tuck in the quilt and goes out to ask Yunxi to come in and wait on her.

The man on the bed raised his hand and put down the curtain.

There are too many monitors. It's hard to escape. Shijin, you have to be nice and wait for me for a few days.

She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

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