Chapter 103

She laughed so much that she felt that Shijin's prim and obedient manner was very pleasant.

Because it was too late, Shijin only made pumpkin porridge and a few plates of easy to digest vegetables. Although it was simple, it was very suitable for ginger Jiusheng.

At dinner, Jiang Jiusheng said, "I'll fly to Zhongnan tomorrow."

The three tour concert is held in South Central China, with a two-hour flight.

When Jin put the spoon in place, poured out a cup of warm water, and handed it to Jiang Jiusheng first: "I have an operation tomorrow, can I go the day after tomorrow?"

She shook her head: "Mo Binggang just called and said that there was an accident with the singer who helped me sing. If you want to change people temporarily, you need to go to the rehearsal earlier."

When Jin slightly frowned.

Jiang Jiusheng comforted: "you are busy with you. Don't accompany me. I will go with the company."

His brow is still not relaxed, his voice is low: "I will not rest assured."

"Don't worry about what?"

When Jin looked into her eyes, without any jokes, she looked serious and focused: "I'm afraid that other people will make up your mind."

She chuckled, "when you're a doctor, you need to be a little confident."

Shijin shook her head and said, "for you, I really don't have one."

Jiang Jiusheng was amused by him.

I used to think that Shijin was a noble gentleman. After getting along with him, I found out that he would be worried about gain and loss. Childe is like a orchid. After boundless moon, the flower in the sky will break its branches and bend its waist.

She likes this kind of Shijin very much. She's popular now. She's not as dreamy as before. She's a lonely aristocrat.

She got up, walked around Jin's back, hugged him, and put her chin on his shoulder.

"Oh, what are you doing upstairs? How is it locked? " She asked suddenly.

"Nothing. Some medical tools." When Jin slightly sideways, in her ear said, "it has not been cleaned for a long time, very dirty, you do not go in."

Jiang Jiusheng nodded and didn't ask again.

The next day, at 10 a.m., Jiang Jiusheng was waiting in the VIP lounge of the airport. Mo Bing was too busy to turn around. He called Xiao Qiao outside to confirm the concert itinerary one by one.

Xie Dang put on a cap with a low brim, covering half of his face, and entered the VIP lounge. He took off his mask and hat and sat next to Jiang Jiusheng.

"What happened to your head?" she wondered

Xie Dang immediately took out his mobile phone, took a left and right picture of the screen, and asked Jiang Jiusheng, "isn't it ugly?"

He fixed his eyes on her, with a look of "I will ignore you if you dare to say you are ugly".

Jiang Jiusheng looked at the injury on his head, cut his hair and sewed a needle. Fortunately, his wool was fluffy enough to cover seven or eight, and he shook his head and said, "No."

Xie Dang's heart fire stopped. After waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for Jiang Jiusheng to coax him. He grabbed a handful of hair and covered the gauze bandage on his head. He said, "I was smashed."

The tone is a little subdued.

Coax!

Jiang Jiusheng was surprised: "who dares to hit you?"

Xie Dang licked his teeth and was extremely upset: "a guy tired of living."

Jiang Jiusheng just wanted to ask again. Her cell phone rang. She gave her luggage to Xie Dang. She got up and went out to answer the phone.

"Sheng Sheng."

It's time Jin, just finished the operation, some tired voice: "to the airport?"

Jiang Jiusheng went to the empty place: "well, it's in the waiting room."

"Alone?" His voice was tight and he was obviously worried.

She said No: "and Xie Dang, and agents and assistants."

When Jin silent for a moment, very serious tone: "careful on the road, don't talk with strangers."

Jiang Jiusheng smiled and said, "well."

"I put Yellow Peach Yoghurt and dessert in your bag, which can be eaten on the plane."

Jiang Jiusheng is not a picky eater, but Shijin doesn't trust her to eat outside.

She said, "OK."

Shijin also told: "you have a bad stomach. You need to set a time to eat. I have an operation later. I can't remind you."

Across the screen, she could know that when she was at home, the doctor must be taut at this time, and his eyebrows would not show.

Worried, mostly so, said the endlessly asked, will her original children see, smile, Jiang Jiusheng said: "I know."

"Don't smoke or drink too much." When Jin Dun for a while, the voice is deep, taut, "especially wine, drunk I will worry."

"Good." She couldn't help laughing. Her eyes were full of laughter. "I didn't know the doctor had said so much when I was at home."

He almost immediately replied, "do you think I'm verbose?"

When she was in a hurry, Jin seemed to be in a bit of a panic.

So how can a person with noble and elegant manners be so busy in front of her? As Mo Bing said, she has broken her noble spirit and character.

Jiang Jiusheng solemnly said, "you have a good voice. You are right about everything. I listen to everything."

On the phone, Shijin chuckled.What a coax! Jiang Jiusheng thought.

"Doctor."

The voice of the doctor helping Xiao Yi came from Shijin's side.

"Sheng Sheng, I have an operation. I need to go first." When Jin voice soft, some do not give up.

Jiang Jiusheng asked him to go first.

As he left, he didn't hang up. "I'll come to you soon and take care of myself these two days."

This is to raise her as a daughter.

Jiang Jiusheng said with a smile.

"Sheng Sheng." Shouts Shijin in a low voice.

The root of the ear was burned by his voice. Jiang Jiusheng bowed his head and made a sound.

"If you are free," Shijin said after a pause, "you can miss me."

She smiled and said yes.

Then Jin didn't say anything more. When she hung up, she didn't hang up immediately until Xiao Yi's urging voice came back again, and she just hung up.

In front of the VIP terminal room of the airport is the floor to ceiling window. The whole wall is so big that it is equipped with one-way coated glass. At this moment, it is clear from inside that a person lies on the glass, his face is close to each other, with mask and eyes. She is a lady, wrapping herself tightly, and the ghost stealthily grasps the floor to ceiling window.

The lady outside probably didn't know that it was one-way glass, which made her face deform quickly. The VIP passengers in the waiting room only thought it funny.

Xie Dang, with his hat covered and his eyes closed, felt agitated. He rubbed his brow and looked up to see the large moving objects on the floor window. He raised his hand.

The service staff in the waiting room immediately went over and Wen Sheng asked, "Sir, what do you need?"

Xie Dang raised his hand and pointed to the floor window: "that man, I doubt it's a private meal. Please leave her away."

"Yes, sir."

The service personnel immediately connected the Security Department of the airport.

Outside the landing window of VIP terminal, there is a green space. On the grass, there are travel bags and suitcases, a messenger bag and a bottle of water.

The sun in November is so fierce.

Talking about the ink hidden tired, dry mouth tight, picked up the water on the ground, the cow drank half a bottle, then put on the mask, continue to lie on the window.

Ya, it's dark. I can't see anything.

She put her hands together to catch the dazzling sunlight and stared at it, hoping to poke a hole in the glass: "ah, how can't you see it?" She pressed harder on the glass.

I still can't see the hair.

What ghost glass can stop her from seeing her husband's figure? It's a kick to talk about calligraphy.

Behind him, someone suddenly said, "what are you doing?"

Tan Mo Bao was startled and looked back. Then he saw three big men in security uniforms, staring at her fiercely.

She shuddered her cheeks and turned her head so fast that she reacted for a few seconds. Then she smiled, "there is ash." She rolled up her sleeves, turned her head and wiped it on the floor to ceiling window. She said, "I'll clean the glass. I'll clean the glass."

The other side looked at her for half a day.

Then the chief security guard said, "please show me your identification." The tone is polite now.

On the Frank leniency of Calligraphy: "I lost my ID card."

Big brother Baoan's face is square and more square. He's not so polite: "it's OK to show your passport."

"I lost my passport, too."

"Social security card of residence card, anyone can prove his identity."

It's hard to talk about ink.

On her mother's death day, she ran into a "ghost" when she was burning paper. She left the bag when she escaped from the dead. She simply called in all her moves: "all my certificates have been lost."

The security elder brother's face is completely black, said directly to the person behind: "throw her out."

Are you kidding?!

The two big brothers in the back were manly, and they went forward with high spirits.

Talking about calligraphy is really flustered. I hurriedly took out my ID card in my bag and explained, "no, I have a temporary ID card."

They didn't listen at all. They pulled her up.

Shit! "I warn you, don't touch me, or you will be accused of sexual harassment!" she said

Two big security brothers went straight to drag her.

Talking about calligraphy, we struggled with each other's teeth and claws, running trains one by one on our lips.

"Let go!"

"Where to touch it?"

"Will you let go?"

"Hey, don't touch me. I'm a passenger. I have a ticket. I'm your customer God."

The security brother threw God's luggage out of the terminal.

On the calligraphy: "..."

There is no reason in this world!

She missed the flight so inexplicably, and there was even less sense.

She is the next flight to central and South China. After a long day's hard work, she arrived at the hotel and said that she didn't have an ID card. Besides, the temporary certificate from other cities didn't work and she was not allowed to check in. She needs to verify her identity at the local police station. However, the hotel received her well and knew that she was a VIP resident, so she accepted her luggage and left her for a rest, except for check-in.Tired out of love!

The whole person is exhausted. She needs to take a look at her husband Sheng and add some energy. According to the news, her husband lives on the ninth floor of this hotel.

She left her luggage and went to the ninth floor to discuss calligraphy. Because she didn't know which room it was, she would listen to it one by one. Behind her, the man said, "who are you?"

That's the back of it!

There's no more talking about ink.

The man obviously didn't stop: "what are you sneaking around doing here?"

Talking about calligraphy, he turned his head reluctantly, and then he was shocked: "you are Xie Dang!" What a surprise! I met her husband's younger martial brother!

In line with the psychology of loving the house and the black, it's very good to talk about the impression of calligraphy on Xie Dang.

Xie Dang's eyes were fixed and he suddenly smiled, "it's you."

What's the matter? How suddenly the wind blows. Talking about the ink, he saw Xie Dang take out his mobile phone and dial a number. His eyes have been locked on her.

"Sister Jing, the one who hit my head caught it. It's a private meal. Come here," he said, gnashing his teeth. "Stand, horse, place, manage and drop it."

what？！

Talking about the ink beads, she turned around and finally fell on Xie Dang's head. The position of the white gauze shocked her spirit and suddenly realized.

Alas, it was only because the night was too dark, the wind was too strong, the paper ashes were too loose, and the beautiful face of the violinist was blacked, which made her blind to recognize the big guy and hit his head.

She bowed her head, wiped the slippery toes, found the right direction and ran, but she had just stepped out of one foot, but the back collar was held by one hand.

History is always strikingly similar.

Central South police station.

The opposite policeman's little sister, who is in her twenties, is a bit immature. She takes a notebook and pen, asking and remembering.

"Name."

The man on the other side looked very sad and powerless: "talking about calligraphy."

"Age."

“22。”

"Occupation."

On the ink think, a serious: "net red."

The opposite police sister cast a suspicious look: "wanghong?"

Well, it's not too red.

On Mobao's despondency: "network anchor."

"Opposite little sister continues to ask:" gender. "

Talking about calligraphy, he straightened his chest: "can't you see it?"

“……”

It could be seen that after looking at the front, there was suspicion.

Keep taking notes.

"Native place."

"Jiangbei."

"Home address."

"Tianheng Yuquan Bay, No. 663, Cangjiang road..."

At ten o'clock, Xie Dang was woken up by a mobile phone, and a good dream was disturbed. Princess Xie was so angry that she said, "it's too late to let people sleep!"

Song Jing over there pulls away her mobile phone a little: "come to the police station quickly."

Xie Dang grabbed a mess of little curly hair and said, "I said, never reconcile."

Song Jing is in a hurry on the phone: "what kind of reconciliation? The girl filed a case with the police. She said you stole her wallet and certificate, and she followed you all the way."

Xie Dang suspected that he didn't wake up.

Song Jing continued, "it's also my fault. When I recognized her as the owner of the bag at the police station, I talked about the ID card. The girl was too skilful and had a quick brain. On the spot, she turned to the first army and said we stole her bag."

Xie Dang: "..."

The mood at the moment, like a dog!

At 10:20, the police station, few people, just a few police officers on duty, Xie Dang's agent, and the young girl sitting on the chair and sobbing.

She wiped away her tears with a tissue paper and looked up 45 degrees. She was so sad that she couldn't help herself. She said sadly, "I'm a little girl. I don't have my wallet certificate. What else can I do? I'll have a meal and three meals with the help of a kind person all the way." she wiped another tear and blushed her eyes. "I don't want anything else, just ask the person who stole my bag to return it to me , so that I can go home... "

At this point, I have sobbed.

Song Jing: "..."

I cried for 20 minutes. My lacrimal glands are well developed. The most important thing is that I made up and acted as my own director. It's a pity that this girl doesn't want to be an actor. Otherwise, I can write a play.

The little sister who made the record was numb by her crying: "don't cry first."

"It's so sad, it's hard to control your emotions," he said

Song Jing: "..."

It's over!

When the door was opened, someone came in. Song Jing looked up quickly. It was Xie Dang. Wearing sunglasses and masks, she came in tightly.

He glanced at the culprit. The air pressure was very low. He took off his sunglasses and said, "I don't beat women." he turned to look at Song Jing, who was domineering and willful. "You help me to fight, and I'll carry the crime."Song Jing wanted to be hit by Lei: "..."

Talking about calligraphy with tears on it: "..."

She's so scared that she won't be killed out of the police station.

talks about Mo Po shrinking her neck, forcing her eyes back, not seeing Princess Xie's Royal Highness, turning her head to a stubborn figure, and timidly opening up: "police sister..."

Since Xie Dang came in, the eyes of the little sister of the police seem to be equipped with radar, chasing Xie Dang. The high cold police seconds change to ripple little Mi: "Xie Dang, I am your zither powder, can you sign for me?" "Sign here," he said

On the calligraphy: "..."

This is the society, she is a common people, or how to turn, have to bow to the big guy! He changed his voice, even his tone was not as awe inspiring and upright as before. He said weakly after discussion: "sister police, I will not file a case. As long as this good brother can return the bag to me, I will not pursue it."

Good brother Xie Dang: "..."

He kicked over the stool.

Talking about the calligraphy, he trembled even more. He grabbed the little sister of the police whose heart was broken by the idol. He wanted to explode his watch: "sister of the police, I want to apply for a prohibition order, which is the kind that is not allowed to be near within 200 meters."

Xie Dang: special, I want to kill her!

Finally, the police's solution is that both parties should return their certificates as soon as possible after they have gone private, and Mr. Xie Dang should be prohibited from approaching Ms. Tan Mo Bao within 200 meters. The time limit of the prohibition order is one month. In addition, the police gave Ms. Tan Mo Bao her identity certificate and sent her by police car. At last, Ms. Tan Mo Bao successfully stayed in the hotel.

Back to the hotel, Xie Dang lost an ashtray to song Jing.

He said, "help me break her head. I'll pay you three times as much."

Song Jing turned her big white eyes and said, "you can't go without anger." That girl, just a little fox, can't be cunning. She wants to stay away from a lot of ghost ideas.

Xie Dang was obviously angry and blushed. He rolled his sleeves to dry up the sky and dry the earth: "I would have killed a woman if I wanted to hit her!"

Lie on the door and listen to the dynamic and static talk about the calligraphy: "..."

She vowed that when she met the violinist in the future, she would make a detour. She was really afraid of retribution and revenge. She moved back to her room, opened her notebook and broadcast live.

One day was too bad, she was listless, and the screen was moving fast.

"Little sister, you forgot to make up."

"Baby Mo, your beauty filter is not on."

"Su Yansha!"

"Let's go on the show."

"Show my baby."

"Baby, did you sing today?"

"Mo Bao, come to kill the car accident style rock solo quickly. I can't hear you cry and howl all day!"

When talking about the calligraphy, he looks up, sighs and adjusts the lens.

old fellow in an old live iron painting painted a yacht and a bullet screen comments: "why is baby ink unhappy?"

When Mo Baobao saw the yacht, he was not happy. He said sadly, "I met a ghost on the night road."

The barrage is flying again.

"Don't be discouraged, stand up and catch the ghost! You are the star of tomorrow! "

"Mo Baobao, it's a male ghost!"

"If you are ugly, you will get a meteor hammer. If you are handsome, you will get a powder hammer. We are not sad."

“666666……”

"Don't be afraid of ghosts. You can sing. Ghosts can understand."

On the calligraphy: "..."

She suspects it's a fake. Hum, no!

Adjusted the tune of wheat, talking about calligraphy and no gags, she was very serious and cleared her throat: "don't say sad things, daily expression of my husband, slogan up." In a flash, she was alive and well. She said, "long live Mr. Sheng, for thousands of years, and unify the Jianghu!"

The bullet screen was painted with 666666.

None of the most resilient anchors!

Talking about calligraphy, he was so energetic and howled: "come on, let's go for another concert."

old fellow iron brushes Jiang Zhe Sheng and the concert.

It's time for Tan to go on a wave of coquettish propaganda: "don't throw away the tickets after watching the concert, print out the pictures and edit" Sheng Ye's new song is the best "and send it to the circle of friends. If you have eighty-eight praises, you will have the chance to get the baby's 39 Color Lipstick package."

New to live room friends brush screen: "Sheng Ye brain powder?"

Talk about the ink treasure evil spirit a smile: "is the wife powder." With that, she picked up the microphone, stood up from the chair, played the accompaniment, and the rhythm was "rockandroid!"

I didn't even open my voice. It was just a rock and roll, hysterical posture, singing a feeling of dead boyfriend.

The new friends in the studio: "..."

I'm afraid that the voice of the anchor has been locked by the king of hell, but the anchor is intoxicated like enjoying Alice in Wonderland.

Jiang Jiusheng's song, usually high pitched, flies up. If it's sung on the spot, its impact and explosive power are so strong that talking about the sound of ink ripping the heart and lungs, it goes straight through the wall.Jiang Jiusheng looked at the wall on the left: "isn't that sound insulation very good?"

Mo Bing holds his chin. "The next door may be demolishing the house." She came closer and listened carefully. Without any clue, she turned and asked Jiang Jiusheng, "whose song is so destructive."

Jiang Jiusheng said, "mine."

“……” Mo Bing is incredible. "Can you hear the tone?" Why can't she hear anything? Except for crying and howling, it's howling and howling.

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "there is no one in tune, I heard the lyrics."

Mo Bingzhang's experience: "it's talent to sing like this."

The message rang.

Mo Bing takes a look at his mobile phone and says to Jiang Jiusheng, "Su is here. We have a flight with Xu Qingjiu. Now we are going to check in downstairs together." "What a bad fate," she said

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