Shi Jin sat up straight: "Tell me, who is your master?"
Han Miao's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he avoided his gaze: "No one."
Shi Jin was not in a hurry, and drank the wine in the glass slowly: "On the day of the car accident, who ordered you to distract my people?"
After fooling so many eyes, this face, in the eyes of outsiders, does look like it.
She gritted her teeth and refused to admit it, her nails dug into her palms, forcing herself to be rational: "I, I don't know what you're talking about?"
Well trained and loyal.
Shi Jin put down the wine glass, pinched her chin, lifted it up, and poured down the half glass of water she had left earlier.
She was forced to look up, and the water rolled down her throat, choking until tears came out.
Shi Jin let her go and took out a tissue to wipe his hands.
She immediately went to pick her throat, but she didn't spit out anything, her face flushed from coughing: "What did you put in the water?"
Shi Jin wiped his hands, but still found them dirty, so he pulled out a few paper towels, poured some wine on them, and wiped off his fingers one by one: "Go ask your master, he also ate it for me before."
The medicine Tang Yan prescribed was a special psychotropic drug. He also took it the night Qin Yunfei was killed, and it had a very good hallucinogenic effect.
Han Miao just felt weak all over, unable to sit still, leaning on the coffee table, the light and shadow in front of her eyes overlapped and turned upside down, she couldn't see clearly, her mind was in a state of confusion, and there was a voice next to her ear. The voice echoed.
"I didn't bring a scalpel today, so I don't want to do it." Shi Jin looked at his hand, which was already blushed, and frowned slightly, "Say it yourself."
Her pupils were dilated, and she murmured unconsciously: "Master, master..."
At half past eight, Yuwen Chongchong called.
"Hello."
"it's me."
Shi Jin's brows and eyes were cold: "What's the matter?"
"Mianzhou." Yuwen Chongfeng said in a hoarse voice, "Shengsheng was taken to Mianzhou."
Shi Jin just let out an 'hmm', neither surprised nor happy.
Asked over there: "You also found it?"
He was noncommittal.
Yuwen Chongchong didn't say much, his tone was a bit depressed, and he looked heavy: "Bring her back, and come back safely."
Shi Jin's eyes were colder than the moon's: "You don't need to say it."
Are you angry
Yuwen Chong's tone was also not good, and he was tit-for-tat: "I just want you to know that I still miss her. If you can't protect her anymore, I will snatch her."
Shi Jin was furious, and she faded into the breeze and the moon, as cold as ice: "You can't grab me." He raised his voice three-pointed, almost aggressive, "She only loves me."
After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and threw it on the sofa.
Without apples, he wanted to cut people up.
Qin Zhong cautiously stepped forward and asked, "Liu Shao, what should she do?"
Han Miao fell into a coma and lay motionless on the ground.
Shi Jin glanced at the two words, cold and concise: "Kill it."
Qin Zhong frowned: "Six young masters, think twice."
Don't move, just fight and kill...
Shi Jin turned a deaf ear to it, completely refusing to listen to the persuasion, unable to hold back the fierceness in his eyes, he ordered directly in a cold voice: "Do it cleanly, don't leave any evidence."
Qin Zhong was anxious: "Sixth Young Master!"
His eyes were cold, getting colder and colder.
Qin Zhong was helpless, after thinking about it, he remembered what Huo Dui said, when he lost control, he moved Jiang Jiusheng out to suppress his hostility.
Not caring so much, Qin Zhong blurted out: "You can't kill people, if Madam finds out, she will disappoint you."
Shi Jin raised his eyes and looked at him: "Why did she know?"
Qin Zhong's scalp was numb, and he said boldly: "The paper can't contain the fire, Madam will always know."
"Then wrap your hands around the fire for me." In his eyes, two clusters of fires were burning more and more intensely.
Qin Zhong's palms were sweating, but he was still rational, so he continued to dissuade him: "Sixth Young Master, madam—"
Shi Jin became impatient: "Enough."
Doesn't work anymore
No, for those who committed murder and violated the law, Qin Zhongzheng was going to continue to use Jiang Jiusheng to exert pressure.
Shi Jin opened his mouth, holding back his emotions: "Throw her to the plastic surgery hospital. If there is any part like my Sheng Sheng, I will cut off that part one by one."
With eyes closed, he suppressed all mania and violence.
Qin Zhong breathed a sigh of relief: "I know." Fortunately, there is also Jiang Jiusheng's death-free gold medal.
That night, Qin's entertainment official announced that it officially terminated the brokerage contract with Han Miao. As soon as the news came out, everyone inside and outside the circle sighed endlessly. After all, it is still risky to become popular overnight. How fast Han Miao became popular, the curtain will end as quickly as possible. However, it's not that unexpected. One Jiang Jiusheng in the entertainment industry is enough, there is no need for replicas, not to mention, Qin's Entertainment and sj's occupy half of the film and television and star-making industries. As the proprietress, Jiang Jiusheng's status naturally cannot be shaken by anyone half point.
The rumors of Jiang Jiusheng and Shi Jin's marriage change were also dispelled.
Mianzhou, Teng's family.
At noon, the sun came out from the clouds. The sun was thin and warm. The winter in the north this year was particularly long, and April was still very cold.
"Boom!"
The soup bowl fell to the ground and fell apart, and a bowl full of soup splashed everywhere.
The young girl turned pale with fright, immediately lowered her head, and apologized in panic: "I'm sorry Miss Xu, it's all my negligence."
Jiang Jiusheng was lying on a small couch next to the bed, and glanced at the antique floor lamp next to him calmly. The plug was already soaked, she got up, kicked it away inadvertently, and walked up to the young girl: "I want to burn you to death!" me?"
This Miss Xu is usually calm and has no temper. This is the first time she has gotten angry.
Yunxi, the housekeeper in the east chamber, stepped forward to smooth things over for the girl: "Miss Xu, don't be angry, I'll ask someone to fill another bowl."
Jiang Jiusheng didn't say anything, and sat back on the couch.
"What's wrong?"
It was Teng Ming who came in, looking at the mess on the ground.
The girl who angered Jiang Jiusheng turned pale, hesitated to speak, and didn't dare to explain. She called out 'Second Young Master' in a low voice, and then fell silent.
Jiang Jiusheng said, "She burned me."
Teng Ming's face turned slightly cold: "Go and receive the punishment yourself."
The girl gritted her teeth: "Yes, young master." Then she went out with Yun Xi, no matter how unwilling she was, she didn't dare to object, the second young master said on the first day she brought her here, that this is the hostess of the East Wing. If she is upset, she has to go.
The ancestors of the Teng family were officials and businessmen, and the ancestral house was also isolated from the outside world. It was still the same as in the old days. There were many rules and a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority. .
Teng Ming walked to the small couch: "In a bad mood?"
She said, "It's boring." She looked at him with gloomy brows, "I want to go out for a walk."
He didn't agree immediately, but thought for a moment: "Yes, but you can't go far."
Jiang Jiusheng nodded.
He added, "I'll take you there."
She didn't object, so he went to hold her hand. Almost subconsciously, she put her hand behind her back and avoided it.
"Sheng Sheng."
Teng Ming seemed to have something to say, but when he reached his mouth, he just called her, didn't say anything, just lowered his eyelashes, and his face was rarely disappointed and gloomy.
Jiang Jiusheng explained: "I don't remember anything, I'm still very strange to you."
He raised his eyes, his emotions were cleared up, and he smiled: "Understood." He got up and took a jade ruyi from the ancient agarwood cabinet, grabbed one end, and passed the other end, "Hold on tight, don't let go."
According to Yunxi, the jade ornaments in this room are all antiques.
Jiang Jiusheng grabbed the other side.
He took Yu Ruyi by the hand and took her out. This was the first time she had left the room in many days.
The Teng family is very large, without any trace of modernization. It looks like the house of a rich family in ancient times. It can be seen that the Teng family is different from the Qin family and the Su family, and has a deep heritage.
Jiang Jiusheng is not very unfamiliar with pavilions, towers and pavilions. She has seen them in acting. She stopped at one place and pointed to the opposite side: "Where is that over there?"
Teng Ming grabbed Yu Ruyi and walked ahead: "That's the West Wing, where my elder brother lives."
In ancient times, the east chamber was the most respected, and since he was the elder brother, he lived in the west chamber. Come to think of it, Teng Ming is in charge of the housekeeper of the Teng family.
Jiang Jiusheng didn't show his expression, and asked casually, "Do you have an older brother?"
He walked slowly and spoke slowly: "Well, he has limited legs and feet, and he lives in seclusion, so no outsiders know him."
Jiang Jiusheng didn't continue to ask. Teng's house is not a modern building. It took some effort to remember it. After walking for a while, he came to the north direction: "Is the main house in front?"
Teng Ming nodded: "It's my father, Mr. Teng's residence." He led Yu Ruyi to the corridor at the other end, "Don't go there, Mr. Teng is a difficult person to get along with."
He was wearing a long gown. It seemed that whenever he was in Teng's house, he always wore a long gown.
The Teng family is really a strange place, and Teng Ming is also a strange person, equally mysterious and unpredictable.
"You have a bad relationship with your father?" she asked casually.
Teng Ming replied calmly, "We are just father and son."
strange answer.
Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask any more questions. There were lotus ponds on the rockery along the way, but he didn't know how the lotus flowers in the ponds could still bloom in such cold weather.
From the East Wing to the West Wing, and then to the main room, it will take more than ten minutes just to walk once.
"Inside is the south room, where the nanny and servants live. There are so many people there, don't go there." Teng Ming said.
They stopped in a small pavilion, which happened to be in the center of the old house, and they could look around the entire Teng family's courtyard. Jiang Jiusheng said yes, so he stopped at the same spot and looked around curiously.
"Ah Ming."
On the opposite corridor, a man was wearing a long gown and sitting in a wheelchair. Next to the wheelchair, there was a violin. He looked handsome and looked a little cold.
This one is probably Teng Ming's elder brother.
Teng Ming glanced at the person opposite, he was joking, Teng Ming said: "I'll go there and let Yunxi show you around."
Jiang Jiusheng nodded.
Just turning around, she was bumped by the young girl.
The girl apologized: "I'm sorry, Miss Xu."
The tone was not apologetic.
Jiang Jiusheng recognized this girl, Huan Yunxia, the niece of Yunxi, the housekeeper of the east chamber, is the most beautiful maid of the Teng family, and she adores Teng Ming.
Yun Xi angrily scolded her: "What does it look like to be reckless!"
Because she is Yunxi's niece, except for the three masters of the Teng family, she can be considered to be of "high status". Yunxia is not timid like ordinary maids, she is bright and flamboyant.
"I rushed to pour tea for the young master." Yunxia smiled sweetly, "I'm sorry, Miss Xu."
Jiang Jiusheng said calmly, "It's okay."
Yunxia took the teapot and walked to the opposite side step by step.
On the veranda, the two brothers stood one and sat the other, each wearing a long gown, looking from a distance, they looked like the sons of two aristocratic families.
Teng Ying held the violin in his hand and seemed to be studying it, but just asked casually: "Do you really want to marry her?"
"has a problem?"
Leaning on the railing, Teng Ming looked into the distance and could no longer see Jiang Jiusheng, so he turned his gaze away.
"Father won't agree."
"I don't need his permission." He sat down with his back against the veranda rail.
Teng Ying smiled but said, "The child in her womb, do you want him to be named Teng?"
He corrected: "The surname is Xu."
Teng Ying laughed: "Ah Ming, you are not the same as before."
Teng Ming raised his eyebrows, and his deep green eyes were lazily closed. With this appearance, even a righteous long gown could not hide his perverseness and wickedness: "Why is it different?"
Teng Ying thought about it seriously: "Like a human being."
Their father, Mr. Teng, was an impersonal dictator who taught them plunder and conspiracy, but he did not teach humanity or love.
Oh, this kind of education model has an apt nickname called Beast Taming. If the domestication is successful, it will be like Teng Ming, who will become a natural predator. If it fails...
This is how Teng Ying's legs were broken. When he was seven years old, he was greedy and stole a piece of candy, which cost him a pair of legs. At that time, Mr. Teng only said one sentence: You can't quit even a piece of candy, how can you make a big deal.
When you are young, quit sugar.
Now that you are an adult, you have to guard against anger, greed, affection, and love. There are more untouchable things.
Teng Ming didn't continue the topic: "Don't talk about me, what about you?"
"What's wrong with me?"
Teng Ming teased: "I heard from my servant that you also took someone home."
Teng Ying smiled: "Which servant is so talkative." He didn't say much, and lowered his head to play with the violin in his hand.
"Second Young Master," Yun Xia brought over a cup of tea, "Drink tea."
Teng Ming took the cup, took a sip, and looked up: "Where did you hit her just now?"
Yunxia was stunned.
Teng Ming put the cup on the seat on the veranda: "Yunxia, how long have you been at Teng's house?"
Yunxia knew his temper, her eyes were timid, and she was a little afraid: "Four, four years."
"It's been four years." His eyes turned cold suddenly, "You still don't even understand the dignity?"
Angry.
He seldom gets angry, and if he gets angry, he will always torture people and use all kinds of weird methods. Everyone in the Teng family knows that the second young master looks refined and elegant, but he is the most unpredictable, gentle on the surface, but impersonal on the inside.
Yunxia couldn't help sweating on her back: "Yunxia knew she was wrong."
"For your aunt's sake, don't move you." Teng Ming was like this, speaking in a gentle and gentle tone, frightening words, "Go and pack your things, and don't let me see you again."
Yun Xia red-eyed, said she understood, she bowed her head and stepped back, and then she remembered what her aunt had told her thousands of times a few days ago: This Miss Xu is the first time the Second Young Master has acted seriously in so many years, and she has to take care of what she shouldn't have. , the second young master is a man with a knife in his smile, he treats you politely and softly, don't think he is so special.
"As for making such a big fuss?"
Teng Ying teased him.
Teng Ming picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Am I angry?" He smiled gracefully, "If I am really angry, she won't want her with both hands."
It is also taught by Mr. Teng Xiaoyun to regard human life as worthless.
Teng Ying smiled: "Ah Ming, it's the 21st century, our family is no longer a landlord, we have to abide by the law."
Teng Ming didn't take it seriously, and sneered coldly: "Then you still play robbery."
Teng Ying stopped talking, put the violin on his shoulder, and played it in a dignified manner. The intermittent notes were really unpleasant.
"Why are you playing this thing all of a sudden?"
Teng Ying said in a joking tone: "The one in our family likes this thing."
Teng Ming flicked his gown: "Stop poisoning my ears, let's go."
After he left, Teng Ying practiced some more kung fu before returning to the west chamber.
The butler of the West Wing wearing a black formal suit at the door saw him coming, and stood aside with his head bowed: "Young Master."
Teng Ying pushed the wheelchair: "Still eating?"
"I didn't eat a single bite."
He waved his hand to tell the butler to go out, and just as he opened the door, a cup was thrown towards him, accompanied by a woman's angry voice: "Teng Ying, what kind of man are you to shut me up!"
He took the cup with his bare hands, turned the wheel of the wheelchair, entered the house, and closed the door: "Aren't you the clearest if I am a man?"
The woman on the sofa jumped up, blushing with anger: "Fuck, I want to kill you!"
Beautiful in appearance, full of arrogance,
It's the seventh son of the Qin family, Qin Xiaoyi.
Teng Ying smiled and stood up from the wheelchair. Her slender legs were not good enough for walking. She walked over and looked at her with her hands folded. Her handsome face was full of rascals: "Do whatever you want, but Qin Xiaoyi, you If you sleep with me, you have to take responsibility."
"..."
She, Qin Xiaoyi, has never been so useless in her life.
She raised her chin proudly: "I have someone I like."
"The one who plays the violin?" Teng Ying snorted, disapproving, "I can play too."
Qin Xiaoyi said with a cold face, "I just like what he did."
Teng Ying stared at her quietly: "Are you asleep and don't want to take responsibility?"
She, who was always cold and arrogant, was also angered by the anger, she couldn't bear it anymore, and roared: "Can you not mention this!"
I've lived for more than twenty years, and I've never lost my composure before, this damn fake cripple!
Teng Ying's eyes were unscrupulous, and she glanced around: "It's okay not to mention it, but you let me sleep once, and we'll be even."
"..."
Damn!
In the evening, Teng Xiaoyun and his two sons went out. Jiang Jiusheng knew two days ago that today was the anniversary of the Teng family in Mianzhou, and both Teng's father and son would be present.
At around 9:30, it was Jiang Jiusheng's bedtime. She lay on the bed and called Yun Xi twice.
Yun Xi pushed the door open and came in: "Miss Xu, what are your orders?"
The gauze curtain was already down, Jiang Jiusheng felt drowsy, and his voice was a little hoarse: "The light is too bright, can you replace it with a desk lamp for me?"
"OK."
Yunxi turned off the chandelier, and went to turn on the antique floor lamp. The plug was loose. She squatted down and plugged it in. The next moment, a fire flashed at the plug, and the lights were all dimmed.
Jiang Jiusheng sat up: "What's wrong?"
Yun Xi took out her mobile phone to illuminate: "There should be a problem with the circuit, I'll send someone to fix it."
Jiang Jiusheng didn't say anything, and lay back down: "You go, I want to sleep first."
"You rest, I'll let Xiaoge watch outside."
After Yun Xi finished speaking, she exited the room and closed the door.
After waiting for a while, the sound of footsteps disappeared before Jiang Jiusheng got up, took out the Ye Mingzhu hidden under the quilt, and got out of bed by the light.