My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

"I can't leave." Jiang Jiusheng calmly raised one foot, stepped on the tea table, took a disposable wooden chopstick, neatly arranged her long hair behind her head, and raised her delicate jaw, He smiled, "Isn't it, Mr. Jian?"

With a look of interest on his face, Jian Chengzong waved his hands in a good mood, signaling the people below to make way.

Mo Bing hesitated for a long time, then grabbed Liu Xu and went out.

After closing the door, the light in the private room suddenly turned on, making the woman's face fair and flawless. Jian Chengzong has never seen a woman who can look so beautiful without makeup. It's not just on the surface, it's charming from the bottom of her heart. Jiang Jiusheng This is such a woman, dangerous and mysterious, but with a deadly temptation, so what if she risked a gamble.

The white sweater is very short, revealing a slender white around the waist. It is paired with black pencil pants and short boots, and the straight legs look even more slender. Jiang Jiusheng folded his hands and looked down: "Mr. Jian, what do you want to play with me?"

Jian Chengzong stared at her slightly exposed waist, with aggression and interest in his eyes.

"Games for adults," he said.

Jiang Jiusheng laughed, she prefers violent games.

He took a step back with his right leg, clenched his fists with both hands, and lifted them up, which is a typical Sanda defensive movement.

"Don't hurt my beauty." Jian Chengzong shook the red wine glass in his hand, so he could watch the play leisurely.

His people approached as promised.

But seeing Jiang Jiusheng, she didn't rush, she rubbed her toes twice, took off, and flew a beautiful round kick.

"Boom!"

The ashtray was kicked away, just right and impartial, breaking the red wine glass in Mr. Jian's hand, and just right, a glass full of red wine spilled all over his suit pants.

"Jiang Jiusheng!"

She hummed, and said calmly, "Put me down, and I'll do as you please."

As we all know, the young master of the Yuwen family in Jiangbei, Yuwen Chongchong, is good at martial arts, but few people know that he is scattered in Jiang Jiusheng's hands.

After about three or four minutes, Mo Bing came back again and pushed open the door. She was held up by two men, and when she looked up, she happened to see this scene. Her artiste took a wine bottle and slammed the big and thick man on the head.

With a bang, his head exploded.

Mo Bing: "..."

The dozen or so men under Jian Chengzong's hands were dumbfounded, didn't they agree that they were weak female artists?

Jiang Jiusheng threw away the broken wine bottle, twisted his wrist: "Why are you back?"

This was the third time Mo Bing saw Jiang Jiusheng fight. The first time was in the Sanda gym. Jiang Jiusheng kicked Boss Yuwen out of the ring with a roundabout kick. The second time was in the elevator. After Jiang Jiusheng smashed the surveillance camera, he beat the illegitimate fan who was following him all the way to the ground and called him Dad.

This is the third time.

However, Mo Bing still saw it once, and it was a thrilling one. It was clearly a female artist lingering in immortality, so how could she be so powerful in combat.

Mo Bing came back to his senses and retracted his shocked jaw: "You are an artist, so you can't call the police. You have already called the boss. If you are fighting inside, I can't cool off outside."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't speak, kicked the man holding Mo Bing directly to the ground with a whirlwind kick, and didn't get up several times.

Mo Bing: "..." She suddenly felt a little regretful, shouldn't she come back.

Yes.

In fact, Mo Bing might as well be outside to cool off, otherwise, Jiang Jiusheng wouldn't have folded his hands in order to shield her from a stick.

"A woman can't handle it, what do I have to support you—"

Before Jian Chengzong finished speaking, Jiang Jiusheng picked up the wine bottle and threw it at him.

"Boom!"

Jian Chengzong once thought that young men and women played physical games, but today he found out that Jiang Jiusheng played physical games.

Yuwen Charge arrived in a quarter of an hour. Of course, the military Yuwen family's posture cannot lose to the noble merchant Jian's family. In addition to the twenty or so tough men he brought, there was another person who followed him. He was very young and dressed in a neat tuxedo. With pale skin, bright eyes and white teeth, he was born very handsome, a bit of a demon and a bit of a charm.

He was born partial, leaving a short wool curl.

It was Xie Dang, Jiang Jiusheng hadn't seen him for two months.

When Xie Dang came in, Jiang Jiusheng's studded boots were stepping on Jian Chengzong's back, Xie Dang stepped forward without saying a word, took a stool and rushed over.

Jiang Jiusheng grabbed him: "What are you doing?"

Xie Dang's eyes were fierce, and he said concisely: "Fuck him."

Who is Xie Dang, the youngest violin soloist at the Vienna International Music Festival, a renowned talented musician, and a truly scholarly gentleman.

Happily...

After taking off her haute couture suit, she's just a sleazy little goblin, out-of-the-box and beauty-loving, sly and innocent.

It can be said that he is a genuine favorite of the music circle, a spoiled and spoiled little public opinion.

Jiang Jiusheng asked, "What if I was beaten to death?"

Xiao Gongju is bold and self-willed, and he does not have to be afraid to play around. He said righteously: "I will lose money."

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