Shi Jin turned his head, his eyes were bloodshot: "You also want to lie down together?"
Qin Zhong was tongue-tied.
He looked at the door, anxious: why don't you come!
Shi Jin squatted down.
Yu Hai turned pale with fright: "Don't come, don't come..."
He pulled the glove up a little, pressed Yu Hai's shoulder, flicked the needle of the syringe with his fingertips, put on the mask, and looked at Yu Hai's arm with bulging veins.
"No-"
With a bang, the door was suddenly kicked open.
"Shi Jin!"
It was Huo Yining, with a livid face, and slammed the door.
Qin Zhong breathed a sigh of relief. The heart that had just been put in his stomach, because he exchanged a glance with Shi Jin, was brought up again in an instant. land.
"What are you doing?" Huo Yining glanced at the scalpel on the table and the syringe in Shi Jin's hand, "Are you crazy!"
"Well, I'm crazy." Through the gloves, he pressed Yu Hai's veins with his fingertips, without looking back, "So, get out of here, and don't meddle in my affairs."
Yu Hai was so frightened that he couldn't move.
The needle of the syringe had pierced his skin.
Huo Yining didn't have time to think, so he pulled out the gun on his waist, pointed at Shi Jin, and roared, "Calm down the fuck!"
He turned his head and glanced coldly at the muzzle of the gun without blinking his eyelids: "I can't calm down."
"Then you have to calm down!"
Yu Hai called out.
Shi Jin had already injected anesthesia into his veins.
Huo Yining: "..."
Oh shit!
When Shi Jin got up, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at his heart, but he ignored it, pushed the pistol away with one finger, reached out, and picked up the round-tipped scalpel on the table.
Huo Yining grabbed his hand.
Shi Jin looked up: "Get lost."
Fuck!
When he loses his temper
Huo Yining kicked over the medical box, and the scalpel rolled all over the floor: "The autopsy report hasn't come out yet, so you can't wait these days? Have you ever thought that the corpse is not Jiang Jiusheng? You murdered and set fire to relieve your hatred." , but what do you do when she comes back? Are you going to jail? Let her be your widow?" He couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded, "Damn, take medicine when you are sick, can you fucking be sober?"
Shi Jin was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the scalpel rolled on the ground.
Huo Yining hit him on the shoulder with the muzzle of the gun: "If you mess around again, I'll kill you first."
He lowered his eyes and said nothing.
It should have been listened to, or it will work if Jiang Jiusheng is moved out. Huo Yining breathed a sigh of relief, put away the gun, took an apple from the dining table, and put it on the coffee table: "I really can't bear it, so let's dissect this."
Shi Jin glanced at the apple, then sat directly on the ground, holding the hemostat in his left hand, and the scalpel in his right hand, starting from the center, cutting open one at a time, and then silently, cutting one at a time.
Yu Hai already fainted from fright.
Huo Yining looked at the apple, it was cut open, the core was taken out, and then sewn up again, the hairs stood on end, it was so fucking creepy.
The madman!
Shi Jin was not the only one who went crazy.
Yu Wenting arrived home at noon. In the empty villa, only the nanny Liu Ma was cleaning downstairs. When she saw Yu Wenting, she hurriedly threw down the rag.
"Miss, you are back." Mama Liu obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
Yuwen didn't even change his shoes, went into the house, took off his mask and hat: "Where's my brother?"
"In the room." Mama Liu said, "I've been drinking all day and night, so hurry up and persuade him."
Yuwen listened and went upstairs.
Pushing open the door, the smell of alcohol was heavy, the shade curtains in the room were closed tightly, the lights were not turned on, no light could come in, it was dim, she glanced at the bed, no one was there.
After turning on the light, she walked in, kicked the wine bottle, and there was a bang, and when she looked down, she saw the empty wine bottle tilted to and fro, and a person lying sideways on the ground.
Her brother, lying there, curled up.
Yu Wenting walked over and squatted down: "Brother."
She called out, but Yuwen Chongchong didn't respond.
She pushed him again: "Brother."
He opened his eyes in a daze: "Huh?"
His pupils are full of blood, his face is bloodless, too white, even transparent enough to see the light blue blood vessels, his hair is messy, his chin has stubble, and the shirt on his body is wrinkled. of.
"I'll help you up." She went to help his hand, only to find that his body was cold.
He was still lying on his side without moving, and opened his eyes with difficulty: "Listen?"
Yu Wenting knelt on the ground, grabbed his hand and covered it for him: "Well, it's me."
He got up, knocked over the wine bottle on the ground, seemed to wake up all of a sudden, went to pick up the bottle, saw that there was only a little bit left at the bottom of the bottle, sealed it with a cork, put it in the cabinet, and asked Yu Wen: "How did you come back?"
His hands were still cold, Yu Wenting pulled off the quilt on the bed, covered him, and said in a muffled voice, "If I don't come back, you're going to drink to death."
He shook his head: "I'm fine, the wine is all given by Sheng Sheng, the strength is very low, it's not intoxicating."
He and Jiang Jiusheng have known each other for almost five years. During these five years, she gave him a total of fourteen bottles of wine, except for the one Xie Dang opened secretly, there are still eleven bottles left.
He drank it all and was still not a little drunk.
Next time, don't use such a low degree.
Yu Wen was silent for a long time, and asked him: "Is it hard?"
It's so uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable that I'm going to die.
"Listen."
"Um."
"They said," he lowered his head, his messy hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, casting a large shadow on his face, "that Jiang Jiusheng is gone."
Yuwen's eyes turned red when he heard this.
He raised his head, his eyes were quiet, and he said, "She's gone," without crying or shouting, his eyes were empty, and he said, "What should I do?"
Yuwen opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
She didn't know what to say, she was afraid that her brother would cry, and she was also afraid that her brother would not cry.
He just sat for a while, then pushed the wine bottle away, lay down again, shrunk into the quilt, his voice seemed to be there, as if he was dreaming, and he was talking in a chaotic state.
"I gave her baby a longevity lock, but I haven't given it to her yet." He looked at Yuwen Ting, the light in his pupils was dim, "I put it in the drawer beside the bed, I'll sleep for a while, listen to it." , you give it to her for me."
He closed his eyes, and the tears from the corners of his eyes dripped on the carpet.
"Okay, I'll give it to her for you." She covered him with the quilt and stood by.
Her brother, fate, please be kind to him, and bless his beloved girl in good health.
The news of Jiang Jiusheng's accident was kept secret.
It was during this period that Qin Entertainment's newcomer Han Miao made her debut. Her first variety show was a music show with high ratings. She used the time of one song to make the whole entertainment circle remember her.
On the same day, the online drama starring her was launched on the whole network.
Undoubtedly, Han Miao is the fastest-growing female artist in the entertainment circle in recent decades. Because of her singing voice and her appearance, she was given the title Xiaosheng Master as soon as she debuted.
A reporter asked Mo Bing what he thought of this little master Sheng.
Mo Bing didn't have any particular emotions, so he just said, "There is only one Jiang Jiusheng in the entertainment industry."
The reporter asked about Jiang Jiusheng's recent situation.
Mo Bing didn't reveal a word, she worked as usual, led the artists under her to be active in the circle as usual, and never mentioned anything about Jiang Jiusheng.
Only Lin Anzhi knew how much she had been addicted to smoking these two days.
"Stop smoking."
She stood by the bathroom window with a cigarette in her hand: "The autopsy report won't come out until the day after tomorrow." She took a puff, exhaled the smoke ring, and said, "It's too hard."
You have to pretend that nothing happened, and you can't let any news leak out.
Mo Bing shook the soot: "I'm also afraid of the result." I'm afraid that the last trace of illusion will be completely shattered.
Lin Anzhi walked over, smoked her cigarette, threw it in the toilet, flushed it away with boiling water, and hugged her from behind: "When did you learn to smoke?"
She never smoked before.
She said: "The time when I broke up with you."
She used to always say that Jiang Jiusheng smoked, but after she tasted it herself, she realized that smoking is really addictive, and the harder she smokes, the greater the addiction. Jiang Jiusheng just quit, and she got addicted again.
Lin Anzhi's eyes darkened: "Stop?"
"I don't think about it for the time being." Especially recently, she was too flustered and wanted to smoke even more. If she didn't smoke, she was afraid that she couldn't help it, that she wouldn't be able to pretend in front of outsiders, and that she would cry when she thought of Jiang Jiusheng.
Lin Anzhi didn't say a word of persuasion: "Then I can only smoke with you."
Mo Bing turned around: "'Minors' cannot smoke."
He pecked her lips: "I have done a lot of things that 'minors' can't do, not more than this one."
She didn't say anything, and buried her head on his shoulder.
Fortunately, she was not alone in the most difficult time.
Han Miao debuted, and the popularity of the Internet continued to rise. The most popular search was [Jiang Jiusheng Han Miao]. No one deliberately tied them up, but the two were tied together. Netizens have mixed opinions about this. Jiang Jiusheng's fans collectively Boycott, there are also many melon-eating people watching the excitement, of course, there are also black fans.
It's too difficult to choose a satisfactory name: "It's so natural, where did you get it? Please introduce. @韩淫V"
Sizzling fat beef with cumin on the iron plate: "This is Jiang Jiusheng's twin sister? @江九盛V@韩淇V"
Two barrels of instant noodles and one ham are just right: "A copycat is a copycat. The typhoon and singing skills are not at the same level as our Master Sheng, okay? How about you, Master Sheng, who will give you face?"
Tiantianaixiao replies to @两项糝面面一个ham just right: "Given by the plastic surgeon."
Give you all my little flowers: "As far as the matter is concerned, this little master Sheng is more down-to-earth, and Jiang Jiusheng's posture is too high."
My idol is Jiang Jiusheng, so I replied @倒我小花花那你: "After filming an online drama that kisses on the tongue in the first episode, it's called down-to-earth? I'm so sorry, our Master Sheng is a movie star, What about the height, is it useful?"
Fairies love durian and cheese: "Maybe I'm a fake fan, I can't tell the difference."
Sao Nian at Exit 28: "Fake fan +1."
"..."
There was a lot of discussion on the Internet, and a large number of fans and passers-by went to Jiang Jiusheng's Weibo to watch. However, neither Jiang Jiusheng himself nor the studio had expressed their views. There was no movement, not even a Weibo post. There are all kinds of speculations on the Internet, and even a gossip blogger posted a video saying that Jiang Jiusheng died in a car accident.
To the north of Mianzhou, it's already April, and it's still freezing cold.
The Teng family is located in the suburbs and occupies a large area. It is an ancient house with four entrances and four exits. The small bridge and flowing water are antique, without any modern style, full of ancient charm.
The east chamber is the second young master's residence, and the second young master prefers jade, so various carved jade ornaments can be seen everywhere. In front of the bedside, there is a pair of folding fan carved with jade face, which is the best imperial green.
The gauze curtain was dropped on the ancient bed, the tassels were blown up by the wind, and the people on the bed woke up leisurely.
A slightly rough hand lifted the bed curtain: "Miss Xu is awake."
The person on the bed covered his eyes with his hand.
The servant in front of the bed is in her forties, female, others call her Sister Yunxi, she always looks serious, even in such a cold weather, she still wears a neat and thin black formal suit, she ordered: "Go and call the second young master over here!" .”
The girl at the door said yes.
The second young master is kneeling in the ancestral hall, and the head of the family, Mr. Teng Xiaoyun, is also sitting in the main seat, drinking tea.
The girl is a domestic slave of the Teng family, she looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she stands at the door of the ancestral hall in a well-behaved manner, not daring to go in and disturb her: "Master."
Mr. Teng asked: "What's the matter?"
The girl faltered: "Xu, Xu,"
The second young master who was kneeling on the futon turned around: "Is she awake?"
The second young master, Teng Ming, was born of Mr. Teng's stepmother. The lady was white, and the second young master's eyes resembled his mother's. However, that wife left when the second young master was five years old.
The girl nodded and said yes.
Teng Ming stood up from the futon.
"Did I wake you up?"
Teng Xiaoyun has passed his sixtieth year, and his eyes are hale and sharp. He is a very strict and rigid person. Of course, he is not like ordinary people.
Teng Ming looked at his father, who was wearing a moon-white gown: "I'll go see her first, and then you will punish me."
After speaking, he left.
Teng Xiaoyun buttoned the lid of the tea, his face was gloomy: "He also started to disobey me."
At the side entrance of the ancestral hall, a man was sitting in a wheelchair. Like Chang Ming, he was also wearing a long gown. He looked handsome and his complexion was sickly white. His legs were covered with a black blanket, and he smiled coldly: "Then father, you will also sleep." Break Ah Ming's leg?"
Teng Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly darkened.
The outside world thought that there was only one young master in the Teng family, but it was not. There was also an eldest young master in the Teng family, who became ill at the age of seven, named Teng Ying.
In the east chamber, the second young master is here.
The servants retreated to both sides one after another: "Second young master."
"Everyone go out."
Yun Xi, the butler of the East Wing, left the room with a few servants and closed the door.
Teng Ming sat on the head of the bed and saw that her complexion had improved a lot. He didn't wear glasses, his pupils were faint green, different from his usual suit and leather shoes, his long gown looked more refined and refined.
"Did you eat?" he asked her.
"Can't eat." She leaned against the bed, wearing a thick cotton coat, which was out of place in this antique room, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"one day one Night."
She lowered her head and looked at the back of her hand. There were bruises and pinholes. She must have been infused with glucose and was not hungry. She put her hand under the quilt and covered her slightly raised belly.
She asked him, her eyes were indifferent, without any emotion, only at a loss: "Teng Ming, why is there surveillance in the room?"
He said: "Because you are sick, I am worried."
Oh, she's sick.
Teng Ming said that she had depression, so she did hypnotherapy.
He said that her name was Xu Shengsheng, she was his patient and his fiancée.
She lay down and said, "I want to eat sour radish and porridge."
"Okay, I'll get someone to do it for you." Teng Ming helped her tuck the quilt, and went out to call Yun Xi to come in and serve her.
The person on the bed raised his hand and lowered the bed curtain.
There are too many surveillances, it is very difficult to escape, Shi Jin, you have to be good and wait for me for a few days.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep.