"If you dare to go back, I will oppose you going to Su Qing's house to marry."
Xu Qingjiu stopped talking.
Yuwen Chongchong hung up the phone, and said calmly: "Su Qing is an idol artist, and he is not allowed to fall in love."
Su Qing is an artist of Tianyu, and is in charge of Yuwen Charge.
Xu Qingjiu pulled his face: "What kind of overlord clause is this?"
Yuwen Chongchong stared down at the phone, was processing emails, and casually threw a sentence: "I remember that you and Qin's Entertainment have a three-year contract, and it will expire next month."
Xu Qingjiu didn't react for a while: "Say it straight."
Yuwen Chong raised his eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled yuppily: "Are you interested in coming to Tianyu?"
This thick threat.
No evil, no business.
Xu Qingjiu said cautiously: "I will consider it." He raised his head and reminded Xu Qingbo who was walking in the front, "Don't go so fast, you are so dark, you will not be seen at night."
Xu Qingbo: "..."
He thought it was time for him to go to a beauty salon for a full body whitening.
Jiang Jiusheng suddenly remembered something and called out to Yuwen.
Yuwen charged back and slowed down.
"I read from the reports that they will transfer planes in Liangzhou." Jiang Jiusheng and Yuwen have heard it a few times, and they are quite familiar with it.
"Well, she'll come over." Yuwen Chong raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and was in a good mood.
"We haven't seen each other for a year." Jiang Jiusheng was a little emotional. Yuwen heard that he was an athlete, and he was transferred from gymnastics to the swimming team midway. If he wants to come from behind and win the world championship, the intensity of training can be imagined.
There are not many people she admires, but Yu Wenting is one of them.
Yuwen charged back, glanced at Jiang Jiusheng, and corrected: "Ten and a half months."
She was noncommittal.
Shi Jin raised his eyelids, his eyes fell on the side of Yuwen Chongchong's face, and there was a slight glimmer of light in the bottom of his eyes.
A group of people walked out of the hotel together, which was really eye-catching.
The ancient street of Liangzhou Flower Market is not far from the hotel. It takes less than 10 minutes to drive, but it took 20 minutes to find a parking space. At this moment, the whole street is full of tourists.
There were too many people, and not long after they got out of the car, they were dispersed by the crowd.
Jiang Jiusheng asked the young man beside him, "Do you want to go to a place with few people?"
Jiang Jinyu's social phobia has improved a lot compared to before, but he has never been to such a crowded place, and Jiang Jiusheng is worried that he will feel unwell.
He shook his head: "It's okay." He clenched his hands subconsciously, his eyes were a little dodgy, panicked, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Although not used to, but at least bearable.
The psychiatrist advised him to get in touch with as many people as possible.
Jiang Jiusheng was still worried: "Take my hand."
Jiang Jinyu pursed his lips and smiled, and took her hand obediently.
Shi Jin was on the other side of Jiang Jiusheng, and his expression was tense the whole time. He was afraid that someone would bump into her, and he wanted to push her into his arms. However, Jiang Jiusheng patronized Jiang Jinyu and was pushed and shoved several times.
A man came towards him and bumped into Jiang Jinyu's shoulder. He almost subconsciously hugged his hands and hid his body back, his eyes alert and guarded.
The other party was a man in his thirties, with his hands in the pockets of his cotton-padded jacket. He was very short, very thin, and had short hair. Seeing the boy's strange expression, he pulled his face on the spot: "Are you sick? It's not a virus, so hide away." As he spoke, his eyes were burning, staring at people naked.
Jiang Jinyu instinctively took a step back.
The man sneered, with a knowing expression: "Is the brain really sick? Is it mentally retarded?" The tone was extremely mocking, and the voice was loud, attracting the attention of many people.
What an impudent fellow!
Jiang Jiusheng's eyes were completely cold, and when he was about to speak, Shi Jin pulled her back, blocking both her and Jin Yu: "Sir, please speak with respect."
"Isn't it?" The man pressed his temple, the veins on his forehead twitched, and sneered, "It looks like a mental retardation."
Shi Jin was not angry either, and said in a lukewarm tone, "My brother is not sick, you are the one who is sick."
The man had a pair of goldfish eyes, the eyeballs were bloodshot, and he was extremely vicious. He became angry and cursed: "What the hell are you calling someone sick!"
Shi Jin spoke at a steady pace: "Irritable and irritable, I have persistent headache symptoms." He paused slightly, his eyes were clear, his tone was gentle, and he did not lose his demeanor, but he was oppressive for no reason, and continued, " The skin is rough and hyperpigmented," the gaze shifted and landed on the opponent's hand, "Excessive growth hormone causes acromegaly."
The foreword does not match the afterword.
The man didn't understand at all, he was extremely irritable and impatient: "What the hell are you talking about!"
Occasionally, people passing by would linger on Shi Jin intentionally or unintentionally. He was born with a beautiful skin and a gentle demeanor, like a noble medieval gentleman.
Without restraint, he said, "I suspect that you have a pituitary tumor. I suggest you go to the hospital for an intracranial MRI."
After hearing this, the man was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he was furious: "You are the only one who is sick!"
Pituitary tumor
What the hell is that!
Shi Jin was not in a hurry, always calm and composed, looking far away, meeting Xu Qingbo's eyes who were watching the play with a smile: "Doctor Xu, have you brought your business card?"
Xu Qingbo touched his pocket and walked over: "I have it."
Shi Jin took the business card handed over by Xu Qingbo, and turned around: "I'm seriously ill, go to neurosurgery for craniotomy as soon as possible."
Tianbei First Hospital.
Neurosurgery, Deputy Chief Physician Xu Qingbo.
Oh, it turned out to be a doctor. The passers-by who watched knew it well, and looked at the man with inquiring eyes. Well, the patient with pituitary gland tumor turned out to have this symptom.
The man was so stared at, he was skeptical of Shi Jin's words, hesitated for a while, and still took the business card, and let people see the joke, embarrassed, cursed a few times, turned around and wanted to leave.
Shi Jin called to him: "Wait."
The man's footsteps stopped.
Shi Jin's eyes shone slightly: "You haven't apologized yet."
The other party was stunned.
The clear eyes seem to be covered with a cold light, unlike the gentleness just now: "Pituitary gland tumors can oppress the nerves, causing people to be irritable. However, a mental illness cannot be the reason for your lack of education. Please apologize immediately."
There was a quiet oppression in the tone.
The man felt panic for no reason, he stammered a word of apology, his face was dull, he bowed his head and walked away quickly.
Only then did the passers-by continue to enjoy the flowers individually.
Xu Qingbo put his hands in his pockets and leaned over: "Are you interested in coming to my neurosurgery?" It was the first time he had heard someone say that his brain was sick so clearly and refinedly. He was clearly trying to teach others a lesson, but he was still professional and rigorous. To the point, even he, a neurosurgeon, did not make a diagnosis so quickly.
Shi Jin's observation skills and professional ability are invincible.
However, it was obvious that Shi Jin was not interested, so he pulled up the scarf for Jiang Jiusheng, covered his face, held hands, and replied, "Not interested."
If Shi Jin really switches to neurosurgery, it is estimated that neurosurgery will have another expert.
Having known each other for so many years, Xu Qingbo really didn't realize that there was anything Shi Jin was not good at, oh, except for incomplete tone.
"Tsk tsk tsk," Xu Qingbo looked at Shi Jin with the eyes of a monster, then turned to ask Jiang Jiusheng, "Don't you think he's scary like this?"
Jiang Jiusheng was serious: "No, he's very handsome."
Xu Qingbo: "..." He thought he asked a stupid question.
Rarely, Jiang Jinyu also said: "Handsome." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, his ears were slightly red, and his eyes turned aside unnaturally.
The corners of Shi Jin's lips couldn't be suppressed, he smiled lightly, and looked down at the person in his arms. She was raising her head, her blunt and hot gaze seemed to be enough, she didn't blink, Shi Jin laughed: "You keep doing this Look at me, I want to kiss you."
Xu Qingbo: "..." Is he air
Jiang Jiusheng smiled and continued to look at him: "Thank you, help me protect my brother."
He touched her lips through the mask: "You're welcome, I'll protect my shortcomings."
The corners of Jiang Jinyu's mouth turned up.
Xu Qingbo, who was regarded as air all the time: "..."
In front, Li Ranran, who was holding a cone and chewing happily, suddenly sighed.
"Eh."
Jin Fanglin wiped the milk stains from the corner of her mouth, and pulled down her pink fisherman hat: "Why are you sighing?"
With an incredible expression, Li Ranran turned her head, glanced at him with piercing eyes, and said with emotion: "How can there be such a perfect person as a doctor sometimes in the world."
Jin Fanglin: "..." He stretched out his hand and tapped the head of the little thing in his arms, "Li Ranran, do you still want to eat fried ice?"
Li Ranran immediately sensed that something was wrong, and the desire to survive instantly exploded, and immediately sighed again, with emotion and sincerity: "Hey, I just like you like you, and I love you to death even if I'm not perfect."
Jin Fanglin was amused, and rubbed her little head: "Do you want more fried ice?" His eyes were so spoiled, "I'll buy it for you."
Li Ranran's eyes brightened: "Yes, yes!"
The group of them walked back and forth, and the streets were filled with temporary small shops, displaying all kinds of flowers, flower decorations and handicrafts. Naturally, various special snacks were indispensable.
Jiang Jiusheng didn't have the habit of eating at night, but he bought a bunch for Jiang Jinyu. He didn't eat, but just took it, with a satisfied and happy expression.
Shi Jin hugged her and stopped suddenly.
Jiang Jiusheng looked at him: "What's wrong?"
He shook his head: "Shengsheng, I'm going to buy a bunch of flowers, there are many people here, take Jinyu to the cold drink shop in front and wait for me."
She said, "OK."
He watched her lead the boy to the cold drink shop, and then turned around. He walked quickly, and took a pair of scissors from the flower shop's stall. He moved quickly and put them in his pocket without showing any trace.
In the crowd behind, the man in the black baseball uniform turned around and retreated.
Suddenly, the sharp edge of the scissors touched his waist, the man remained motionless, and a deep and cold voice came from behind: "Who sent you here?"
The man froze for a moment, then reached into his trouser pocket and took out a long and thin silencer gun.
Jiang Jiusheng waited for a long time in the cold drink shop with Jin Yu, but when Shi Jin didn't come back, she faintly felt that something was wrong and felt uneasy. After waiting for a while, she finally couldn't sit still.
"Jin Yu, wait for me here, I'll be back soon."
Jiang Jinyu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Jiang Jiusheng took the small bag cross-body, and dragged Jiang Jinyu to Xu Qingbo's brother's table: "Doctor Xu, can you take care of my brother for me?"
Xu Qingbo gestured: "OK."
Afterwards, she left the cold drink shop. Before she had walked a few steps, someone blocked her. She looked up and saw two tall and strong men, both wearing suits, with expressionless faces and sharp eyes.
Jiang Jiusheng was immediately alert: "Who are you?"
At this time, several men surrounded her from the crowd and blocked her way.
The leading man folded his hands behind his back, and said respectfully, "We belong to the Sixth Master, and the Sixth Master has an order to ask Miss Jiang to wait for him here."
It was only now that Jiang Jiusheng found out that they had brought bodyguards with them when they traveled. It must have something to do with the underground transaction a few days ago. Although Shi Jin never told her the content of the transaction, it is not difficult to guess that the Qin family's underground transaction was There is no one who does not break the law, and those who cooperate are all vicious.
But Shi Jin left the bodyguard behind, but left by himself.
She was almost sure that someone was following them, and the target was Shi Jin.
She didn't care about the long-term plan, and urged: "Don't worry about me, you go to Shi Jin quickly."
The other party still had the same expression and stood still: "Sixth Young Master has issued a death order, and Miss Jiang cannot be left alone."
Jiang Jiusheng took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "Did he go alone?"
The headed bodyguard paused and replied, "Yes."
That's all he knew, he left everyone to her.
She looked up: "Get out of the way."
Seven or eight people, none of them moved.
Jiang Jiusheng pushed directly.
The man at the front had sharp eyes and quick hands, blocked it with his arms, lowered his head and said, "I'm offended."
Still don't let go.
Jiang Jiusheng directly took a step back with his right foot, clenched his fists with both hands, and his eyes were aggressive: "You may not be able to beat me, there are too many people here, I don't want to attract attention, I just want me to put you down and go find Shi Jin alone , or are you going with me?"
This posture, in Sanda, means attack.
After looking at each other in blank dismay, a bodyguard stepped out of the way.
Ahead, at the flower stand, a handsome man stopped, and the girl from the store walked over immediately, smiling kindly: "Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"
The other party was wearing a navy blue windbreaker, with a white shirt inside, and he had a naughty smile, but he had a good temperament, extravagant and elegant, and his slightly squinted eyes looked a bit bad.
It was Yuwen Charge.
He squatted halfway, rubbing a blue rose with his fingertips.
The shopkeeper asked, "Do you want roses, sir?"
He shook his head, smiled, and pointed to the small white flower next to him: "I just want a daisy."
The shop girl found out, picked a fresh daisy, packed it, and couldn't help asking, "Are you going to give it to the girl you have a crush on?"
He said, "No."
The flower was wrapped, a daisy, very thin but very beautiful, the girl handed it to the handsome man in front of him, he took it, smiled and thanked, paid the money and left the shop.
The flower language of daisy is the love hidden deep in my heart.
This gentleman probably has someone he loves so much, the girl couldn't help but leaned over and took a look, the man had gone far away, but in the vast crowd, he still stood out, holding a flower in his hand, and casually sniffed it Suddenly, with a frivolous smile, he pinned the flower to his ear.
Suddenly, his footsteps paused, his cynical eyes lit up, he took off the flower next to his ear, held it carefully in his hand, avoided the crowd's pushing, and followed a girl in a black coat.
The flower market was two streets long, and it was quiet when it reached the end. It was originally a pedestrian street, but because it was late at night, there was no traffic, and the further you went, the quieter it became. Several people were lying on the ground, as if they were dead, motionless.
Boom.
Shi Jin unloaded the opponent's bullet, pressed the man against the wall, and pressed a pair of scissors to his throat: "Say, who is your head?"
The man was restrained and couldn't move, his pupils widened in horror: "Yes—"
Before he could finish speaking, a bullet quickly cut through the wind and nailed into the man's head. He died without closing his eyes. Blood splashed on Shi Jin's hand. The bright red on the white fingertips was particularly abrupt. shocking.
He turned slowly.
There was a man standing in the opposite direction, with a gun in his hand, and the gun was pointed at him.
The man was wearing a baseball uniform and a peaked cap. He couldn't see his face clearly. The silencer gun in his hand was long and thin, and his finger was holding the trigger: "I'll send you on your way now."
Hook the trigger with your index finger and press it back slowly.
Shi Jin's eyes fixed on him.
At the dark street corner, the girl from his family was standing straight, she was only taken aback for a moment, then raised her hand tremblingly, holding a small pistol in her hand.
He matched it for her, and when he gave it to her, he said to her: I would rather you shoot someone than get hurt.
"Put the gun down."
The slightly hoarse voice of tobacco and alcohol suddenly sounded, and the voice was trembling.
Hearing the sound, the man with the gun subconsciously turned around. At that moment, Shi Jin went forward, grabbed the man's muzzle, turned in one direction, and struck the man's arm with one hand. Shi Jin pulled hard and released him. gun.
The man came to his senses and grabbed the gun with his bare hands. Shi Jin took a step back, raised his hand, and the gun pointed at the man's head.
The man didn't move for a moment.
Shi Jin's hand holding the gun turned around, and hit the man on the back of the neck with the handle of the gun.
The man's body went limp and he fainted to the ground.
Only then did Jiang Jiusheng slowly put down the hand holding the gun, her palms were covered in cold sweat, and she gasped for breath.
"Shengsheng," Shi Jin was still standing there, she looked up, and he subconsciously hid his bloody hands behind his back, and said nervously, "I didn't kill that person."
He avoided the vital points, and no one was killed, because she didn't like it.
Jiang Jiusheng's nerves had been tense for too long, and he let go for a while, feeling a little lost: "Well, I see."
Shi Jin let go of his frowning brows, walked towards her, and said, "Come here."
She walked over, there were no lights in the street, only the street lights from the flower market in the distance leaked over, it was dim, she walked very slowly, step by step towards Shi Jin.
In the dark, someone raised his hand, pointed the muzzle of the gun at her back, the bullet was loaded, and there was a click.