"Check for me what happened to me eight years ago."

Yuwen's charged tone immediately became serious: "what happened to you?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Jiusheng said

She is always like this. She doesn't report happiness or worry. Everything is boring. Even a mouthful of glass scum, she will swallow it with blood and expressionless face. She will never bow her head with the crown.

Yuwen stormed the most unbearable way for her. She said: "nothing? When I'm stupid? Don't swallow your anger. When you are wronged, say, "I have a good waist. I can support you."

Jiang Jiusheng was amused and the gloom between his eyebrows dissipated: "thank you, boss."

Who are you kidding!

Yuwen stormed and shouted, "come back to me now!"

With that, he hung up.

City hospital.

At the end of the evening, the last light fell, leaking through the cracks of the trees, leaving a mottled ground. Under the shade of the trees, a wooden chair, a person, a shadow, quiet and silent. Occasionally, the leaves rustle.

Ms. Jiang clutched her mobile phone, walked by difficultly, lowered her head and respectfully shouted, "six little"

The man sitting in the wooden chair raised his head, looking delicate.

Qin's family is not the same as Shijin.

Ms. Jiang shuddered subconsciously and began to stutter nervously: "I, I have finished as you told me."

When Jin was silent, she put her hand on the armrest of the wooden chair and tapped her fingertips, Da, Da Give me a knock on the wooden chair.

His action suddenly, Ms. Jiang seven up and down a heart immediately hung to the throat eye.

"I keep Sheng in your house, is it for her grievance?" His voice was slow, and his drooping eyelashes were raised a little. It was a little dark paint.

It is said that there are eleven young masters and young ladies in the Qin family, but there are six little ones. They don't fight and rob each other. They are as noble and elegant as the Qin family. Those people don't see them stabbing people with knives.

Ms. Jiang's whole body was shaking, and she said unfavourably: "yes, I'm sorry for six little things. It's all my negligence. I won't do it in the future."

"Don't show your horse's feet again," Shi Jin said, in a soft tone. "My Sheng Sheng is very smart."

Ms. Jiang looked down. "I remember."

"If there is another time,"

then click to stop, when Jin got up and walked out of the shade.

If there is another time

Ms. Jiang couldn't help shivering. Looking at her back, she felt weak and sweaty. If she's not useful, maybe you'll have to take off your skin if you don't die.

The sun sets in the west, and the sky is full of sunset. The man with golden light on his back slightly lowers his head and holds his mobile phone with slender fingers.

"There is a woman named Wu Yanyan." His voice was low, and with the chill of early winter he said, "let her suffer."

"Yes, less than six."

Eleven sons of the Qin family, six young Shijin, are known for their elegant demeanor. Few people know that they are extremely violent and cruel under the skin of a modest gentleman.

When it was dark, Jiang Jiusheng received a call from Cheng Hui.

"Wu Yanyan had a car accident on her way home."

"Is it seriously hurt?" she asked

"There is no danger of life, but lie in bed for a while."

In this regard, Jiang Jiusheng didn't say a word, did not gloat or lament, and was surprisingly calm.

However, Mo Bing said: "retribution comes quickly."

Jiang Jiusheng is not sure. He gets up and goes to Shijin's room.

Mo Bing asked, "what are you doing?"

"She looked at herself and said," I'm not in a good mood. I want to see Shijin's face. "

Mo Bing: "..."

It's almost eight o'clock, when Jin returns to the hotel, Jiang Jiusheng has been waiting in his room for half an hour. When she hears the door opening of the porch, she immediately runs to it. Her movements are as quick as conditional reflections.

First she said, "where have you been?"

When Jin slightly Zheng for a while, look at her, the eyes slightly hot.

It seems that it's too annoying. Jiang Jiusheng explained, "I'll ask you for dinner."

When Jin hands over the bag: "I bought you porridge."

She smiled and went to the table, suddenly thinking, "what about Bomei? What does it eat at home? Does anyone feed it? "

When Jin changed shoes: "sent to doctor Xu there."

There is a kitchen in the superior suite. Jiang Jiusheng goes to the kitchen to get the dishes. Shi Jin follows her. Wherever she goes, he follows her. He takes the dishes in her hand and washes them clean.

Jiang Jiusheng is in front of the cabinet. Looking at it, Jin is busy and wants to help him.

He had water on his hand, wanted to pull her, paused again, turned sideways, and told her, "the water is cold, don't touch it."

She smiled and continued the topic of Bomei: "does Dr. Xu have to go to work? Is bomme being fed? "

"Nanny."

When Jin washed the dishes and took her back to the table.

Jiang Jiusheng rarely talks much, and everything is big and small: "Bomei has a little recognition. Will it make trouble when he is sent to Dr. Xu? When it's grumpy, it goes on a hunger strike. "He frowned slightly: "he will eat when he is hungry."

"Did you tell Dr. Xu? Bomei is a picky eater. She only eats dog food of fixed brand and milk powder - "br >

when Jin put down her chopsticks and looked up at her:" Sheng Sheng "

Jiang Jiusheng asked, "hmm?"

He stretched his beautiful face tightly, and his lips were stiff: "you always said Jiang Bomei, I would mind."

Jiang Jiusheng realized that he was surprised: "are you jealous?"

Shi Jin nodded, "yes." The eyes were burning, and there was no joke.

I can't see that the doctor would compete with a dog when the wind blows.

Jiang Jiusheng could not help laughing: "well, I see."

Then, she shut up and stopped talking about Bomei, and Shijin was satisfied.

Maybe it's because of the hot pot at noon. In the middle of the night, Jiang Jiusheng woke up from the pain. He counted the days. Well, it was earlier. Jiang Jiusheng's menstrual period is not allowed all the time. Moreover, the dysmenorrhea is very serious. It's OK to avoid it. If you don't avoid alcohol and tobacco, some of her sufferings will be.

Sweating all over, she felt the cell phone on the bedside table, hesitated and pressed the number one key.

It's Shijin.

"What's the matter, Sheng Sheng?" His voice is clear, not sleepy.

Jiang Jiusheng's voice was soft and weak. She said slowly: "abdominal pain."

With a thud, something knocked down.

Shijin asked her, "can you get up?"

He should be nervous. His voice is straight.

Jiang Jiusheng made a sound like a mosquito or a fly.

PATA.

On the phone, there was a clear voice when Jin opened the door.

Their room was on the same floor, only ten meters apart. Jiang Jiusheng pressed his stomach with one hand and struggled out of the quilt: "I'll open the door for you."

When Jin where rest assured: "you do not move." He said in a hurry, "lie down and I'll ask the front desk to open it for me."

Then she lay back again. Her eyelids were heavy, and her abdomen seemed to be turning. It hurt badly. She was confused. Her mobile phone was on the pillow, and she turned on the hands-free. When Jin's voice came to her ears, "wait for me for a while."

"Good."

"It hurts?"

"Well."

"Sheng Sheng, please bear with me. I'll be there soon."

"Sheng Sheng......"

I can't hear him clearly. She was half asleep and half awake. After a while, someone gently shook her shoulder.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng opens his eyes painstakingly. There is a lamp on the head of the bed, shining on Shijin's face. He is very close. His eyes are slightly red, some red.

"Shijin." She called out to him in a dry voice.

Shijin leaned over, picked her up and let her lie on her right side: "it will be more comfortable to sleep like this." Then she put a pillow under her waist, "Sheng Sheng, take it away, I'll press it for you."

She took her hand off.

He rubbed his hands, after the fever, lying on the edge of the bed to massage her abdominal acupuncture points.

The effect is very fast. It doesn't seem to hurt so much. Jiang Jiusheng thought vaguely that it's good to have a doctor boyfriend.

Consciousness is clearer, she just remembers: "time Jin, bedspread dirty." Her voice was small and a little embarrassed.

When Jin soothes: "it doesn't matter, dirty is dirty."

She also said, "Mo Bing is asleep and doesn't want to wake her up, but I don't have that."

He had a good temper and touched her forehead with his forehead: "you sleep, I'll buy it for you."

"Well."

She was in a trance, so she closed her eyes with one answer.

When Jin covered the quilt for her, she poured hot water into the drink bottle at the head of the bed, wrapped a layer of dry towel, put it on her abdomen, leaned over, kissed her face, "I'll be right back."

The supermarket is far away. Within 200 meters of the hotel, there is a 24-hour convenience store. At this point, there are no guests in the store. The girl who collects the money is leaning against the back of the chair, raising her legs and shaking her feet to cook telephone porridge.

Just in time, the topic is Jiang Jiusheng.

At most, the girl in her early twenties, like a part-time student, burns a long roll, wears rock and roll, and has a loud voice: "don't talk about it, Jiang Fei? My lord Sheng will have a look at him? "

At this time, the door of the store was pushed open, and a cold wind came in. The girl who collected the money caught a figure. She didn't see it clearly. She put down her legs, sat up straight and continued talking on the phone.

"But I think Mr. Sheng may really be in love. The main song has a story. Does the urban love story exist?"

There is also a girl on the cell phone. She can't hear the voice and what she said.

Here stood up excitedly: "I'm not the big boss of Yuwen, I bet five bags of hot strips!"

"Not even Xie Dang."

"It could be an outsider."

"My Sheng master --"

the little girl's words were interrupted. It was a clear voice: "excuse me, where is the warm palace?"What, warm palace paste?

In front of the cash register, the little girl held her cell phone for five seconds, then said in a daze: "the first row on the left and the first row on the left, the bottom."

"Thank you."

When Jin said thanks, went straight to the left shelf.

The girl on the other side of the phone raised her voice: "Hello, why don't you say anything?"

This way, hang up the phone directly, then wipe your eyes, take a look, lying trough! See a side face, prosperous age beautiful face undoubted!

Calm down, calm down!

The girl took a deep breath, took out the make-up mirror from her pocket, took a picture, straightened the bangs, stood upright, raised her head and straightened her chest, and looked up at the guests coming in. No, she was too tight and restless, her eyes were a little drifting.

When Jin put things in the cashier, this just looked up: "check out."

This voice, damn good to hear, the ear is going to be pregnant!

"Swipe the card or present -" she fixed the vision, stupefied for a while, stuttered, "present, cash."

Shit, it's amazing. It scares the baby! And this temperament, every move exudes noble grace.

"Swipe the card." Shijin said.

"Oh." After a few seconds, the little girl shakes her hands and sweeps the code. With courage, she knocks on the sidelines. "It's for her girlfriend?"

"Yes," he replied

Sure enough, a boyfriend who doesn't let people down is always someone else's.

"A total of 134."

When Jin handed out the card: "thank you."

The card is black.

The hand that hands the card is beautiful.

What's more, it's so nice that people and gods are angry. It's so polite and gentlemanly.

The little girl is not calm. She looks at each other's hand stealthily at the cash register. She dare not look at her face. She is afraid of pregnancy. She only dare to look at her hand. Then, she sees that hand reaching to the container next to the cash register.

When Jin put things in the cash register: "this together."

She is silly: "Er?"

Five bags of hot noodles?

Aristocrats eat spicy bars, too?

When Jin light smile, said: "you win."

Then he took the card and the shopping bag and turned away.

Yes, what did she win? Wait a moment, she just gambled five packages of hot strips. The male ticket of Mr. Sheng is not the boss of Yuwen, but how did she win?

The girl at the cashier looked at the five packages of hot bars in front of her and the noble gentleman who had left the shop. Then she took out her mobile phone and dialed her girlfriend's phone.

"Just now there was a handsome man shopping."

"Especially like the little brother of the surgeon you were so fascinated with the other day."

Talking about the doctor's little brother is another sad thing. The video of his on-site thoracotomy caught fire overnight on the Internet. But the next day, all the relevant news and topics disappeared. It was like a tornado, coming and going faster. What's weird is that no one can find the video on the Internet. Only a few blurred photos are still crazy It's said that the quality of the painting is poor. I can't see the flourishing beauty of doctor Qing's little brother. My best friend also went to hang the surgery department of Tianbei first hospital, let alone met my little brother. I can't even rank.

A group of young girls on the Internet, just made their hearts, fell in love with each other.

Far away, far away.

The little girl continued to nag: "really, that beauty, I can kneel."

"When I saw him smile, I thought about the name of our child."

"He gave me five packages of hot peppers. I was wondering if I could offer them."

Her best friend asked her what she counseled. If she didn't get on with it, she would rather stick it upside down than let it go.

"Oh, he came to buy sanitary napkins and warm palace stickers." The little girl of the cashier was loveless. "His girlfriend must have saved the galaxy in her last life."

Ah!

With a sigh, she looked out of the window. The man had gone far.

Bathed in the moonlight, the figure is blurred.

The night and the moon set off each other. The man's face tilts, which makes everything lose its color.

PATA -

when Jin came back.

"Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng got his head out of the quilt, and the symptoms of abdominal pain were much better. With a little spirit, he looked at Shi Jin with the bedside lamp and said, "I'm back."

He put down his things, sat at the head of the bed, touched the temperature of her forehead, but it didn't burn, and sweated a lot.

"Can you afford it?"

"Well." Jiang Jiusheng nods and wants to get up.

He held her by the waist. "I'll take you to the bathroom."

Before she refused, he took her out of the quilt. She sweated a lot. The whole person was wet and her eyes were wet.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't need to look in the mirror to know how embarrassed she was now. She pulled her pajamas uneasily and whispered, "clothes and quilts are dirty."

No matter how broad his heart is, Jiang Jiusheng can't be calm.When Jin looked down at her in her arms, "it doesn't matter."

The voice is getting smaller and smaller: "clothes."

"You wash first, I'll take it for you."

Jiang Jiusheng is so shy that he doesn't want to talk. He hugs Shijin's neck and buries his face in his neck.

After putting the hot water in place, he went out: "call me."

"Well."

Probably considering Jiang Jiusheng's thin skin and whether the clothes were sent to the bathroom by Shijin, he called room service. The waitress was very friendly and polite, and didn't give any discomfort. After delivering the clothes, she would change the dirty sheets.

"Excuse me, can I borrow the kitchen of the hotel?"

The waitress looked up at each other, a little hot faced, and then looked down and said, "yes, sir."

"Please take me there."

"Yes, sir."

When Jin looked at the bathroom door, said: "can wait a few minutes, my girlfriend has not come out."

The waitress smiled and nodded, walked out of the room, went to the door and waited.

In star rated hotels, there are often rich and noble gentlemen. But it's the first time to see such elegant and noble gentlemen. Even though they are noble, they don't have any superior arrogance.

After finishing, Jiang Jiusheng crept out of the bathroom. The water was too hot, which made her eyes red.

Shijin walked over: "do you want me to hold you?"

She shook her head. "It's much better."

He didn't say anything, led her to the room, helped her to lie down, and then leaned over to lift up the outside of her sweater.

Jiang Jiusheng was stunned and slightly widened his eyes, but he did not move. Shijin was allowed to open her clothes.

He said: "I checked it on the Internet and said it would be more comfortable to post it."

It's warm palace paste. It's in a yellow bag.

With the light of the bedside lamp, Shijin looked up the words carefully and attentively, while Jiang Jiusheng looked at him with the light. He looked at the bag carefully, his long eyelashes hanging like two fans, and his good-looking shadow fell on his eyelid.

The profile is soft and beautiful.

Jiang Jiusheng is a little trance, like a dream, in which there are mountains, water, peach blossom and Shijin.

How could there be such a good person? She thought that she might have accumulated a lot of blessings in her last life.

The warm palace stickers just ripped off were a little cool. When Jin put them on her hands and covered them for a moment, she then pasted them under her abdomen. She acted cautiously and cautiously, as if she was afraid of offending her. There was hardly too much skin contact. Then she pulled the clothes and covered them.

She would stare at him quietly.

When Jin put her hand into the quilt: "you sleep for a while, I'll boil ginger soup for you."

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "no, it's not so painful. It's late. You go back to sleep." When he came, he was caught in the cold, but he was still a little thin. She was reluctant to make trouble with him.

When Jin patience is very good, gentle gentle coax: "good, obedient."

Then she obeyed.

Jiang Jiusheng has understood. As long as Shi Jin talks soft words and pesters her like Bomei, she forgets all the principles and gives whatever she says and listens to.

When Jin goes to borrow the kitchen of the hotel, Jiang Jiusheng is waiting in the room. There is no drowsiness. The warm palace on her stomach is hot. Her abdominal pain is much better. She tosses and turns for a few times, and can't sleep. It's strange that the quilt and her body are like the smell of Shijin. It's not very strong, but it's enough to make her uneasy and don't know what she wants. She only knows that her brain is full of Shijin.

About ten minutes later, when Jin came back, he said that he borrowed the heat preservation barrel from the hotel. He said it was very hot. He said that she didn't like ginger, so she only put a little.

He said, "I'll feed you."

Jiang Jiusheng all said well. It is estimated that no matter what Shijin said, she could not refuse it.

When Jin low smile, holding her against the bed, try the temperature of ginger soup, and then feed to her mouth.

"It's not the same as my assistant." She tasted it, squinted her curved peach blossom eyes, and said, "it's good to drink."

When Jin drew a piece of paper, wiped the thin sweat on her forehead: "I added red dates and longan, and a little honey."

Her family is a doctor. She's very virtuous.

"Sweet?" Shijin asked.

"Well."

Jiang Jiusheng nodded, smiled and took the spoon, scooped a spoon and fed it to his mouth: "try it."

When Jin looked at her, the warm light fell on his eyes, she could see that he had his own shadow in his eyes, clear and smiling.

Seeing that he was too late, Jiang Jiusheng handed the spoon back a few minutes.

He suddenly held her hand,

"what's the matter?"

When Jin held her hand back and returned the spoon to her mouth, she did not know why, she still put out her tongue to lick it and drank it.

When she finished drinking, Jin put down the thermos cup in her hand: "Sheng Sheng, I want to kiss you, OK?"She nodded and said yes. She raised her hand around Shijin's neck.

He bowed his head and kissed her on the lip.

It has the taste of brown sugar and honey. It's sweet and greasy.

He licked her lips patiently. He seemed to want to go step by step. His tongue was a little deeper, but he didn't resist it. He buckled her waist and kissed her heavily. There was no room for breathing. He asked for it between her lips and teeth. It was deep and lingering.

A kiss, eager to violence, is not gentle at all.

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