My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

The lady's cigarette smell was too weak. Jiang Jiusheng smoked two Mo Bing before going back to the dressing room next door. She changed into a punk-style costume and took off her makeup. Lying on the sofa with eyes closed and resting, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, revealing a thin, white waist, and slender legs resting on the armrest at one end of the sofa, she really looks like a seductive little fairy.

Jiang Jiusheng was beautiful, but he lacked a bit of fireworks and was lazy in everything he did.

Mo Bing shook the car key in his hand: "I'll take you back."

Jiang Jiusheng got up, put on the windbreaker, and asked her, "Is it resolved?"

"Jane's wants to divest."

"Yeah." Looking neither cold nor calm, Jiang Jiusheng held the cigarette butt between his fingers and threw a beautiful parabola at the ashtray.

Mo Bing scolded with a smile: "You have such a temper!" This is the second time this month that he has not given face to the 'investor'.

She asked back, "Do you need to change it?"

Mo Bing raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

Indeed, since Jiang Jiusheng's debut, those who want to dive into her can go around Tianyu. In the end, those "golden masters" evaporated one by one, and she went smoothly. In three years, she became famous in the Chinese music scene Stand firmly on one side of the world.

Mo Bing slowed down and walked side by side with Jiang Jiusheng: "Shengsheng, tell me the truth, who is the big sponsor who escorted you?"

Mo Bing wasn't confused, but she couldn't get a glimpse of Jiang Jiusheng's affairs for three years.

Jiang Jiusheng yawned lazily: "I want to know too."

Still that casual look, like an outsider staying out of the way.

Mo Bing laughed. When Jiang Jiusheng first debuted, her temperament was the same as now, free-spirited and direct. A music director in Tianyu saw that she was charming and attracted people. Taking advantage of the enchanting night, Jiang Jiusheng smashed the music director with an ashtray. Going to Half-Life, Mo Bing thought at the time, it's over, and he died before he could leave. In the end, Jiang Jiusheng was not blocked, but the director disappeared. There were gossip that the music director lived in the ICU for more than half a year.

Later, another investor pretended to be drunk and behaved frivolously. Jiang Jiusheng didn't even touch his clothes. On the second day, he broke his hand and broke two bones.

later……

Strange things like this followed one after another, and there was a rumor in the circle that Jiang Jiusheng, the queen of rock and roll, was a curse, and those who wanted to cheat on her, blackmail her, and replace her, all... had no good end.

Of course, there are still many people who are not afraid of death, such as Mr. Jian just now.

Mo Bing had reason to suspect that Jiang Jiusheng had a strong background behind him, otherwise he could only use supernatural powers to explain the tragedies.

In the nanny's car, it was the assistant Xiao Qiao who drove.

"Hello, Miss Sheng."

Xiao Qiao's real name is Chen Yiqiao. She has just graduated from university and is two years younger than Jiang Jiusheng.

It was Mo Bing who picked her. Although an artist assistant is not suitable for picking someone who is too good-looking, he is afraid of stealing the limelight, but Mo Bing looked at her duty and never complained, so he kept her. For nearly half a year, Xiao Joe really never made a mistake.

Jiang Jiusheng nodded, said hello, and then went to the back seat, frowning, looking sleepy.

"What's wrong?" Mo Bing asked.

"It just started violently, and my aunt is in pain."

She doesn't care about hot and cold food, and is addicted to spicy food. Her health is not good, and she has to suffer a lot during her monthly menstrual holidays.

Mo Bing kept a straight face, a little serious: "Your problem is too serious, I'll give you an account some other day."

She refused, squinting her eyes with a half-smile: "I don't want to make headlines because of dysmenorrhea."

“Headlines are not for everyone.”

The number of Jiang Jiusheng's fans is not high in the entertainment circle, but his battle value is ridiculously high. If he is really photographed, it is estimated that the "rock superstar Jiang Jiusheng's dysmenorrhea" daughter's personal affairs will not be a secret.

However, Jiang Jiusheng was too lazy to make headlines.

Mo Bing changed his reason and chose what he liked: "There is a doctor in Tianbei First Hospital. I took my cousin to see a doctor last time. I met him by chance. He has a pair of hands that will definitely fascinate you."

She is interested: "Gynecologist?"

Mo Bing smiled knowingly: "Surgery."

"Take a scalpel," Jiang Jiusheng turned his head, looking at the neon lights outside the car window, his eyes glowing, "That must be more charming."

She has a hobby. She loves hands. When she sees a pair of beautiful hands, she can't help but want to touch them, and want to hide them for herself.

If hand fetishism is a kind of disease, then she should be a mild to moderate patient, and the cause is still unknown, unlike ordinary special maniacs, she is generous and never deliberately conceals it.

The stadium where the concert was held was only a 20-minute drive from Jiang Jiusheng's apartment, and she was woken up by Mo Bing after a short nap.

"Do you want me to take you up?"

"No, the community is very safe." She lives in a high-end community, and the monitoring system and security issues are very good.

Mo Bing was still worried: "The last time there was a illegitimate fan, I sneaked in." Especially the rich illegitimate fan is more terrifying than terrorists.

Jiang Jiusheng was always calm and composed: "It's because I beat the shit out of me."

Mo Bing was speechless. The artist in her family had practiced Sanda. She might have good coordination, high IQ, and she could learn everything well. After practicing for less than nine months, she beat her fellow martial artist to the ground. It is said that, That senior brother practiced for seven years, and was still the founder of the country. Half of his life was ruined by the fists of her artistes.

Mo Bing thought about it, and felt relieved: "Then I'll pick you up after I get home."

"good."

Jiang Jiusheng lived in the seventh building, the innermost one. Under the orange streetlights, a solitary shadow slanted long. She walked slowly, with severe abdominal pain, and her steps were a little weak. The night was quiet, the wind blowing the leaves rustled, and the footsteps behind her followed her into the first floor of the seventh building at a distance of a few meters.

At the elevator entrance, Jiang Jiusheng turned around: "Do you want to sign?"

Following her was a man with a white shirt and suit pants. He was tall and had a very good appearance. The outline was somewhat blurred in the dim yellow light, but it still looked like a finely carved medieval portrait, and every stroke was extremely delicate.

She took a breath, this face, why Zensheng is so familiar, like the thickest and most colorful strokes in a midnight dream, it is so deep that the tip of my heart is trembling.

He looked up at each other, polite and distant: "No."

Only then did Jiang Jiusheng see his facial features clearly. A real gentleman is like jade, especially his eyes, which resembled the night outside a high-rise building, hiding the bright light of the sky.

With such an appearance, she doesn't look like a bastard, so why did you follow her?

The man opened his mouth to explain, with a gentle voice, like a breeze blowing by his ears: "I live here, building seven, seven zero three."

Oh, it turned out to be a new neighbor, Jiang Jiusheng smiled back politely, suppressing the inexplicable thrill.

The elevator door opened, and the man stood to the right, pressed the number 7, rested his fingertips on the light blue button, and looked up at Jiang Jiusheng.

Then she looked away: "I also live on the seventh floor."

The other party tapped the number 7 with his fingertips seemingly unintentionally. His nails were neatly manicured, clean and bright white, with fine and clear joints, well-proportioned and slender.

She is really a beautiful woman, even her hands are excellent.

Jiang Jiusheng admired sincerely: "Your hands are so beautiful." She couldn't move her eyes.

The man nodded: "Thank you."

It can be seen that he is very self-cultivated, he is not contaminated with the impetuousness that disturbs the world, he is noble and restrained, unlike the Mr. Jian in the gymnasium today, no matter how well he disguises, he can't hide the smell of copper piled up all over his body. Unlike this man, who is a real nobleman, his gestures are graceful and delicate.

Jiang Jiusheng subconsciously rolled his throat, and sang for four hours, his voice slightly hoarse: "I can." After a pause, he finally lost his manners and asked presumptuously, "Can I touch it?"

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I, Jin, am a perverted nobleman! Remember Jiang Jiusheng's assistant, Chen Yiqiao, nicknamed Xiaoqiao, is a big character throughout the whole text, don't ignore it.