Suddenly, someone behind her stopped her: "Isn't this Miss Xu?"
Xu Zhenzhen turned her head abruptly, and when she saw someone, she subconsciously flaunted her surroundings.
It's Dr. Qiao Fangming from the Department of Hematology. He's in his forties. He's not tall. He wears rimless glasses. Under the thick lenses, his eyes are slender: "Why did the mayor's daughter come to our hospital?"
Xu Zhenzhen was frightened, afraid that some acquaintances would come over, and she had just been angered by Mrs. Zhou, she had no patience at all: "How many times have I told you, I don't know you well, don't talk to me, and don't say hello to me."
Qiao Fangming sneered: "When you enter Xu's house, you will turn your face and deny anyone?" He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, and said in a contemptuous tone, "If I hadn't helped you to falsify the DNA report, you would have become the mayor's daughter?"
The old matter was brought up again, and a handle was repeatedly held by others.
Xu Zhenzhen was so annoyed that she was so annoyed: "What else do you want? I also gave the money, can you stop threatening me with this matter."
Qiao Fangming sneered as if he had heard a big joke: "The little money you gave is nothing compared to the wealth of the Xu family and the wealthy family you will marry in the future. "
Xu Zhenzhen raised her voice a little: "Then you use me as a cash machine?"
Qiao Fangming took it for granted: "It's just an occasional reminder to remind Miss Xu that you don't forget the well digger when you drink water."
This domineering face was clearly extortion, and she was still posing as a savior, Xu Zhenzhen couldn't help but growl in a low voice, "Even if I'm a cash machine, I'm not enough for you to talk like a lion endlessly. "
Qiao Fangming smiled presumptuously, without hiding the greed in his eyes: "Don't worry, I'm going to order your pocket money."
Ask for money again!
Xu Zhenzhen angrily scolded: "Enough!" She couldn't bear it any longer, "Don't push me too hard, or I can do anything."
The other party didn't care at all, didn't hold back at all, and the corners of his eyes were arrogant: "I will also send this sentence to you, Miss Xu, don't push me into a hurry."
She was too lazy to waste her tongue, so she shook her head and left.
Don't push her into a hurry, otherwise, I will keep doing two things...
At eleven o'clock that night, after changing her medicine, Zhou's leg began to hurt. It didn't stop all night, and the whole inpatient department was full of ghosts and wolves.
Mrs. Zhou was in so much pain that she couldn't close her eyes all night. In the morning, when the attending doctor came, Mrs. Zhou scolded the doctor for being incompetent. The wife's abuse fell on deaf ears.
After two days of pain, Zhou didn't even have the strength to scream, so he was transferred to another hospital that afternoon.
When Jiang Jiusheng came out of the bathroom, Shi Jin leaned against the bedroom door and was talking on the phone. When he looked up and saw her come out, he took the call and simply replied: "Understood." He said, "Thank you."
Then, Shi Jin hung up the phone.
She gave him the towel and walked over: "Lawyer Song's phone number?"
"Yeah." Shi Jin led her to sit down and wiped her hair, "It's private."
She expected this would be the result. The old lady who touched the porcelain was obviously a bully, so she didn't ask any more questions, she obediently lowered her body, squatted in front of Shi Jin, and raised her head so that he could wipe her hair: "I'm going to talk to the group tomorrow. To promote the movie, you go to Qin's house first, and I will go by myself later."
The day after tomorrow is Qin Xing's birthday banquet, and she and Shi Jin will go to Zhongnan tomorrow at the latest.
Shi Jin's movements were very light, and his voice was also light, soft, and very gentle: "Let's go together, I'll wait for you."
He became more and more clingy, Jiang Jiusheng laughed: "I'm afraid you'll be late."
"It doesn't matter."
Then, without waiting for her to say anything else, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, sucking lightly, covering her lips beautifully, and then stepped back a little, with a low and hoarse voice: "Sheng Sheng."
"Um?"
She squinted, the corners of her eyes were a little wet, and they were slightly flushed, and her peach blossom eyes were less cold and more charming.
Shi Jin was so moved that he pulled her into his arms and hugged her: "Today is the ovulation period." He leaned over, rubbed and licked her earlobe lightly, "It's easy to conceive a baby."
His hand fell on the collar of her pajamas.
Jiang Jiusheng buried her head in his neck and rubbed it against him: "Go to the room."
He shook his head, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and a slight burning desire in the bottom of his eyes: "I want to be on the sofa."
She hesitated for a short time: "...OK."
Recently, he has been greedy for sex, and he likes to play various tricks in different places, like an addiction.
Jiang Bomei slept with her uncle for a long time.
After the end, she had no strength and lay in Shi Jin's arms. Both of them were naked and wrapped in the same blanket. The thin blanket was soft, and their bodies were very hot. They were tightly pressed against each other. He couldn't bear to let her go. It's like that.
Jiang Jiusheng raised his head, his voice was already hoarse: "I want to take a bath."
Shi Jin hugged her and sat up: "Can you get up?"
She shook her head, buried her face on his shoulder, and was too ashamed to look up. He tilted his head and pecked her ear: "I'll wash it for you."
He carried her to the bathroom, and after a while...
"Shi Jin," her voice broke, "I don't want it..."
"Baby, bear it."
He coaxed gently, his eyes were slightly scarlet: "In the water, in the water, is it okay..."
I couldn't hear her answer, only broken gasps and the sound of slightly rippling water.
Knowing the taste by eating marrow, he is too addicted to her.
The next day, Tuesday, was breezy in early autumn.
"Project No. 3" is about to be released. Jiang Jiusheng publicized it with the group. After the event was over, it was almost five o'clock. Shi Jin went to pick her up. He packed her things and drove directly to the airport. It was already evening when he arrived at Qin's house in Zhongnan It's nine o'clock.
The entire Qin family sat at the dining table, waiting for Shi Jin to take their seats.
He led Jiang Jiusheng into the house, Qin Xing had a cold face, full of dissatisfaction: "Why is it so late?"
Shi Jin answered two words nonchalantly: "Traffic jam."
"..."
Airplanes will also be stuck in traffic, so can't you find a decent reason? Qin Xing raised his head and glanced at Jiang Jiusheng, Shi Jin immediately hid him behind him with a vigilant face.
It's too protective!
Qin Xing suppressed his dislike: "Sit down and eat first."
Shi Jin held back his expression, and nothing came into his precious eyes: "I'm a little airsick, so I don't want to eat." Turning around, his eyes were all on the people behind him, "Shengsheng, are you hungry?"
Jiang Jiusheng thought for a moment: "I'm not hungry."
Just in time, Shi Jin didn't want her to be at the same table with the Qin family, so he held her by the hand and said, "Eat, let's go to rest first." After speaking, he took her out of the main house without leaving the corner of his eye.
Zensheng looks at no one!
Mrs. Zhang was the first to snort, very displeased: "There are no rules at all, what does it look like?"
I don't know which young master of the Qin family, he echoed: "Father, the sixth child is not paying attention to you more and more."
Qin Xing's face was sullen, with obvious impatience on his face: "Okay, let's all eat."
There was a large table of people, and only then did they start to move their chopsticks.
In less than a minute, Wen Shihao put down his chopsticks: "I don't have any appetite, you guys eat."
Qin Mingli was sitting next to her, his injured hand was still in plaster a while ago, he glanced at her coldly, without saying a word, but Zhang Shi turned his head and ordered his servants: "Go and make some white fungus soup for Second Young Mistress."
Wen Shi had a cold face: "I don't want to eat."
Zhang couldn't help saying: "If you don't eat the baby in your stomach, you still want to eat it." He urged the servants, "Hurry up." The tone was strong and completely uncompromising.
Wen Shihao bit her lip, left the table without saying anything.
This Qin family's second young lady, a murderer on probation, has a temper. The Wen family fell, and now she can only rely on the piece of meat in her stomach.
Yun was in a good mood, scooped up a bowl of soup, drank it slowly, turned his head, and his good mood disappeared in an instant: "Why are you keeping your head down, eating with your head?"
Qin Xiaozhou glanced at her, blushing.
This stinky boy is blushing!
Yun Shi looked at him and became angry!
Shi Jin took Jiang Jiusheng to the small building, because he knew he was coming, so the servants went over to clean it up ahead of time, the lights were on in the room, and the blanket on the hanging basket chair at the door was newly replaced, a warm color she liked.
He closed the door and took her to sit down: "We live here."
She nodded: "OK."
"Are you hungry?" He put his hand on her belly and rubbed it gently.
"A little bit." Because of the rush of time, Shi Jin took her to the airport directly after the promotional event. Her appetite had already been whetted by him. The taste of the food on the plane was really unsatisfactory, so she didn't take a few bites.
Shi Jin got up: "I'll go cook for you."
She pulled him back: "Why don't you eat in the main house?" It was so late, she couldn't bear him to be tired.
"There are a lot of idlers, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat well." He bowed his head, kissed the back of her hand, and then withdrew his hand, "Wait for me here for a while."
She refused, got up and followed to the kitchen.
Shi Jin laughed: "Hey, go out and wait."
Jiang Jiusheng shook her head: "I'll help you pick vegetables." She didn't want him to be tired alone, and she felt that she still had to learn how to cook as soon as possible.
There was nothing he could do about her, so Shi Jin had no choice but to put warm water on her, and let her busy in the kitchen unskillfully.
After dinner, it was half past nine.
As soon as Qin Ming entered the room, his face fell down, and he took off his coat and fell heavily on the sofa: "In the future, before the elders leave the table, even if they don't eat, they have to sit until the end. This is the rule of the Qin family."
Holding the tablet, Wen Shihao looked down at the report without raising her eyes: "He Shi Jin and Jiang Jiusheng don't have to obey the rules, so why should I?"
In his tone, he was full of unwillingness.
The imprisoning of the Wen family's murder case did not smooth out her temper at all, and once she came out, she barked her teeth again.
Qin Mingli sneered: "Don't be sharp-tongued with me. Since you are married to the Qin family, put away your old temper from the Wen family. Otherwise, if something goes wrong in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you."
With a bang, she threw the tablet in her hand on the coffee table, her face was extremely dissatisfied, and her actions were unceremonious: "If you have time to haggle over every detail with a woman like me, why don't you fight Shi Jin?"
Qin Mingli stared at her with burning eyes.
Wen Shi didn't restrain herself at all, and raised her eyebrows provocatively: "Why don't you talk?" She sneered sarcastically, "If you can't beat him, then—"
Qin Mingli pinched her chin, his eyes were dark: "Such a beautiful mouth, why can't you utter a nice word." With his fingers, he squeezed her jaw tightly, "It's better to shut up."
Wen Shi was in pain, but she was not annoyed, she pushed his hand away, and wiped the red marks on her face with her fingertips: "How about shutting up." She raised her head, "Do you want to bring Shi Jin down?"
Qin Mingli looked at her intently.
"You should know better than me what Shi Jin's weakness is."
Of course he knew that when he lay down on the sofa, his right hand fell on the cast of his left hand. The missing little finger was uneven, with scars all over the top. Can do anything."
There are too many people who want to bring down Shi Jin, but there is no absolute certainty, whoever dares to touch Jiang Jiusheng, Shi Jin's scales don't grow on himself, but on Jiang Jiusheng, if he touches it, he will go crazy.
"I didn't let you move."
Qin Mingli looked up at Wen Shihao.
Her eyes became more and more meaningful: "The old man wants to rely on Shi Jin to expand the Qin family's territory, and he is especially tolerant of Jiang Jiusheng, but even if he tolerates it, there is always a limit."
The next day, Jiang Jiusheng rarely stayed in bed and didn't get up until almost lunch time. Shi Jin fed her some milk and didn't urge her to get up. He sat by the bed and worked on his laptop.
It was probably because she was sleeping next to him, and his efficiency was exceptionally poor. It had been a long time, and he hadn't finished reading a copy of the data, so he simply lifted the quilt and lay down in it. He didn't sleep, stared at her, kissed her from time to time, and woke her up , insisted on her kissing her back.
He ate lunch on the bed, and she didn't want to wake up, so he let her go. The problem of cleanliness is that she has worn him down into obedience.
The sky outside the window was cloudy and the air was humid. Jiang Jiusheng squatted next to a piece of begonias behind the house, folded one, and played with it in his hands: "When did it rain?"
The weather was very humid, so Shi Jin was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he zipped up her jacket: "It was three or four o'clock last night."
After the rain, the flowers bloom just right, yellow and pink, bright in color, and the fragrance of the flowers is very light, blown by the wind.
Jiang Jiusheng pinned the pink begonia in Shi Jin's pocket, and pointed to a place for him to see: "That piece of begonia didn't bloom, do you know why?"
Shi Jin looked along, and there was indeed a large cluster of flowers missing in the middle: "Why?"
Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help laughing: "I was crushed by Qin Xiaozhou. I saw him and his woman there." After thinking about it, she chose an appropriate word, "Yehe."
Shi Jin took her hand, and his fingertips brushed her palm vaguely: "Did you see it?"
Well, he seems a little unhappy.
"Yeah." She explained, seriously, "the two are hugging each other, I didn't look carefully." This is the truth, Qin Xiaozhou was still wearing his pants, and she only saw the spring light on the woman's chest.
He squeezed her palm, as if punishing her, but he was reluctant to use force, gently, without pain, she just felt itchy, shrank back, he grabbed her hand, and held it tightly, not letting go.
"In the future, if you see this kind of thing, you should avoid it." He said solemnly, "Otherwise, the eye of a needle will grow."
Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help laughing: "I'm just curious."
"What are you curious about?"
She couldn't answer, and felt that there was an overwhelming smell of acetic acid in the air with the fragrance of flowers.
Shi Jin was also reluctant to talk about her, so he solemnly warned: "I will teach you those things, don't be curious about others."
those things…
Jiang Jiusheng's face was a little hot, and he changed the subject: "I'll stand over, and you take pictures for me."
Shi Jin pulled her back: "It's raining, and there's mud on the ground."
He bent down slightly, picked her up and walked over.
She put her arms around his neck: "Is it heavy?"
"very light."
He walked very slowly, stepped on the mud, put her in the flowery begonias, then lowered his body and brought her face closer.
Jiang Jiusheng kissed obediently.
He smiled, the light in his eyes was three points more gorgeous than the colorful flowers.
The gentleman is like an orchid, with a smile, he is full of country and people, like the richest nobleman in the oil paintings of the Middle Ages, all the ink can't paint him three points of elegance.
When I glance at it, I feel thrilled, but when I look at it again, I can't move my eyes.
"Miss Fu."
"Miss Fu."
The servant yelled twice, and Fu Dongqing came back to his senses.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Fu, I didn't know you got lost and kept you waiting." The servant's attitude was very respectful, for fear of neglecting the distinguished guests who came to the birthday banquet today.
Fu Dongqing shook her head and smiled decently: "It doesn't matter."
The servant said that Miss Fu's family is really well-bred: "Please follow me."
She nodded, and looked back at the blooming flowers and the person with warm eyes.
Shi Jin's photography skills are average, but he thinks it looks good, so he took a lot of pictures of Jiang Jiusheng, basically without panoramas, he only took pictures of her, picked a favorite one and set it as a screensaver.
The dark clouds cleared, and the setting sun leaked in, turning thousands of trees and flowers into a layer of broken gold, which was unbelievably beautiful, and her Shi Jin was also unbelievably beautiful.
Jiang Jiusheng plucked the wilted flower, and folded the brightest red crabapple for him and put it in the pocket of his suit: "The birthday banquet should start soon."
Shi Jin led her back to the small building: "It doesn't matter if you go late, I will accompany you for a while."
She doesn't like to socialize, and would rather stay in the small building, so Shi Jin does as she likes.