Chapter 262

Suddenly, someone behind her shouted, "this is Miss Xu."

Xu Zhen raised to look back, see who, subconsciously look around.

It's Dr. Qiao Fangming in the Department of Hematology. He's in his forties. He's not tall. He's wearing rimless glasses. Under the thick lenses, he has long and thin eyes: "why did the mayor come to our hospital?"

Xu Zhenzhen was frightened. He was afraid that some acquaintances would come here. He just got angry at Zhou's place. He had no patience. "How many times have I said it? I'm not familiar with you. Don't talk to me or say hello to me."

Qiao Fangming sneers: "when you enter Xu's house, you turn your face and don't recognize people?" With a sidelong look at her, the tone was contemptuous, "if I didn't help you fake the DNA report, would you be mayor?"

The old thing is mentioned again, a handle, which is repeatedly held by people.

Xu Zhen was so annoyed that he couldn't: "what do you want to do? I've also given you the money. Can you stop worrying about it and threatening me? "

Qiao Fangming, as if hearing a joke from heaven, sneered and said: "compared with the Xu family and the rich family you are going to marry, the money you give is not even worth the meat of flies."

Xu Zhen voice raised a few minutes: "then you take me as a cash machine?"

Qiao Fangming took it for granted: "it's just an occasional reminder to remind Miss Xu that you don't forget to dig a well when you are in water."

The face of this dictator is obviously extortion, and he also poses as a savior. Pastor Xu is so angry that he can't help growling in a low voice: "even if I am a cash machine, it's not enough for you to open your mouth endlessly."

Qiao Fangming laughed wildly, making no secret of his greed: "don't worry, I'll take your pocket money."

Money again!

Xu Zhenzhen angrily scolds: "enough!" She couldn't bear it. "Don't push me so hard, or I can do anything."

The other side didn't take it seriously. He didn't stop at all. He was arrogant at the corner of his eyes. "I'll give this sentence to Miss Xu, too. Don't push me too hard."

She didn't want to waste her breath and left.

Don't push her too hard, or we'll never stop doing it

At 11 o'clock that night, after changing the medicine, Zhou began to suffer from leg pain. All night long, the whole inpatient department was crying and howling.

The doctor in charge came here in the morning and scolded the doctor for his incompetence. But after the precise examination, no abnormality was found. The doctor in charge turned a deaf ear to the old lady's scolding.

After two days of pain, Zhou had no strength to clamor. That afternoon, he turned to hospital.

When Jiang Jiusheng came out of the bathroom, Jin was talking on the phone by the bedroom door. When she looked up and saw her coming out, she accepted her words and simply replied, "I know." He said, "thank you."

Then, Shijin hangs up.

She gave him the towel and walked over to him. "Lawyer song's phone?"

"Well." When Jin took her to sit down and wiped her hair, "it's private."

She expected that it would be this result. The old lady who touched the porcelain was obviously a bully. She didn't ask more questions. She kept her body down. She squatted in front of Shijin and looked up to wipe her hair. "I'm going to promote the movie with the group tomorrow. You go to the Qin family first and I'll go later."

The day after tomorrow is Qin Xing's birthday party. She and Shi Jin will go to Zhongnan at the latest.

When Jin action is very light, voice is also light, soft, especially gentle: "together past, I wait for you."

He is more and more sticky. Jiang Jiusheng is funny: "I'm afraid you're late."

"It doesn't matter."

Then, without waiting for her to say anything more, she lowered her head and kissed her lips, and gently sucked them, which made her lips colorful, and then she retreated a little bit. Her voice was low and a little hoarse: "Sheng Sheng."

"Well?"

She squinted, eyes a little bit damp, dyed a light faint red, a pair of peach blossom eyes, less cold, more beautiful.

When Jin sentiment moves in a mess, scoops her to hug in the bosom: "today is the ovulation period." He leaned over and licked her earlobes. "It's easy to have a baby."

His hand fell on the neckline of her pajamas.

Jiang Jiusheng buried his head in his neck and rubbed: "go to the room."

He shook his head, with a smile on the corner of his eyes. There was a slight burning desire at the bottom of his eyes: "I want to be on the sofa."

She hesitated for a short time: " Good. "

Recently, he is greedy for fun, and likes to play all kinds of tricks in different places.

Jiang Bomei slept with her uncle for a long time.

After that, she had no strength. Lying in Shijin's arms, neither of them wore clothes. They were wrapped in the same blanket. The thin blanket was soft and hot. They were close to each other. He was reluctant to let go of her, so he wrapped it like that.

Jiang Jiusheng raised his head and his voice was too dumb to look like: "I want to take a bath."

When Jin holds her to sit up: "can you get up?"She shook her head and buried her face on his shoulder, too shy to look up. He tilted his head and pecked at her ear: "I'll wash it for you."

He took her to the bathroom and in a moment

"Shijin," she said intermittently, "no more..."

"Baby, bear it."

He coaxes gently, his eyes are slightly scarlet: "in the water, how about in the water..."

I can't hear her answer, only the broken breath and the slightly rippling sound of water.

He is addicted to her.

The next day, Tuesday, the early autumn wind blows gently.

Plan 3 is about to be released. Jiang Jiusheng and the group publicize it. After the activity, it's almost five o'clock. When Jin came to pick her up, he packed her things and drove directly to the airport. It's nine o'clock in the evening when he arrived at Qin's home in Central South China.

Qin family all sat on the table, waiting for Jin to be seated.

He led Jiang Jiusheng into the room, Qin Xing cold face, all dissatisfied: "how so late?"

When Jin lukewarm to return two words: "traffic jam."

“……”

Can't we find a good reason for the traffic jam? Qin Xing looks up and glances at Jiang Jiusheng. At that time, Jin immediately hides people behind her and looks alert.

It's too protective!

Qin Xing pressed down his unhappiness: "sit down and eat first."

When Jin convergence look, Jin expensive eyes, nothing reflected into the bottom of the eye: "I am a little airsick, do not eat." Looking back, the eyes are all behind the people, "Sheng Sheng, are you hungry?"

Jiang Jiusheng thought for a moment: "not hungry."

Just in time, when Jin did not want her and Qin family table, led her: "you eat, we go to rest first." After that, he took her out of the main house, leaving none of his eyes.

How arrogant!

Zhang first snorted, very unhappy: "there are no rules, like what."

I don't know which young master of the Qin's family is also following: "father, sixth brother is not paying attention to you any more."

Qin Xing's face was calm, and his face was obviously impatient: "OK, let's eat."

A big table man, this just starts to move chopsticks.

In less than a minute, Wen Shihao left his chopsticks: "I don't have much appetite, you eat."

Qin Mingli sat next to her. A while ago, her injured hand was still in plaster. She glanced at her coldly without saying a word, but Zhang turned his head and ordered the servant: "go and stew a tremella soup for the second young grandma."

Wenshi's face was cold. "I don't want to eat it."

Zhang couldn't help but say, "if you don't eat the baby in your stomach, you have to eat it." Urge the servant, "not yet." The tone is strong, so it's absolutely imperative.

Wen Shihao bit his lips, said nothing, and left the table.

The second youngest grandmother of the Qin family, a murderer in probation, has a good temper. When the Wen family collapsed, she can only rely on the meat in her stomach now.

Yun was in a good mood. He scooped out a bowl of soup and drank it slowly. Looking around, the good mood disappeared in a flash: "Why are you lowering your head and eating with your head?"

Qin Xiaozhou glanced at her, his face red and his ears red.

This stinky boy, blush and fart!

Yunshi looks at him and gets angry!

When Jin took Jiang Jiusheng to the small building, knowing that he was coming, the servant went to clean up in advance. The light was on in the room, and the blanket on the basket chair at the door was new, which was her favorite warm color.

He closed the door and took her to sit down. "We live here."

She nodded, "OK."

"Hungry or not?" He dropped his hand on her stomach and rubbed it gently.

"A little." Because of the rush of time, after the publicity activities, Shijin took her directly to the airport, and her appetite had been kept by him for a long time. The taste of things on the plane was really unsatisfactory, and she didn't eat a few.

Shi Jin got up and said, "I'll cook for you."

She held him. "Why don't you eat in the main house?" So late, she can't bear his tiredness.

"I'm afraid you can't eat well." He lowered his head, kissed her on the back of her hand, and then pulled out his hand. "Wait for me here for a while."

She refused and went to the kitchen with her.

When Jin chuckled: "darling, go out and wait."

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "I'll help you pick vegetables." She felt that she should learn cooking well as soon as possible.

There is no way to take her, when Jin had to put warm water for her, let her not very skilled in the kitchen busy.

After dinner, it's half past nine.

Qin Mingli's face was pulled down and he took off his coat and fell heavily on the sofa: "in the future, before the elders leave the table, even if they don't eat, they will sit at the end, which is the rule of the Qin family."

Wen Shihao holds the tablet, looks down at the statement, without raising his eyes: "when he was Jin and Jiang Jiusheng, they didn't have to obey the rules. Why should I?"

In the tone, it's all unwilling.The prison disaster of Wenjia's murder didn't temper her at all. When she came out, she began to dance again.

Qin Mingli sneers: "don't be sharp with me. Since you're married to the Qin family, put away your old temper at the Wen family. Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you when something goes wrong."

With a loud bang, she threw the tablet in her hand on the coffee table. She was extremely dissatisfied with her face, and her movements were not polite: "I have time to haggle with a woman here. Why not fight with Shijin?"

Qin Mingli stared at her, his eyes burning.

Wen Shihao did not converge at all. He raised his eyebrows defiantly: "why don't you talk?" She sneered, "if you can't fight him, you will --"

Qin Mingli pinched her chin, and his eyes were sinister: "such a beautiful mouth, how can't you utter a good word." The fingers closed and squeezed her chin. "Better shut up."

Wenshi was delicious and painful, but he was not upset. He pushed his hand away and brushed the red mark on his face with his finger belly: "how can I shut up?" She looked up. "Do you want to bring down Shijin?"

Qin Mingli looked at her in his spare time.

"What is Shijin's weakness? You should know better than me."

He knew, of course, that when he lay on the sofa, his right hand fell on the plaster of his left hand, missing a part of his tail finger, which was uneven, and the top was full of scars. He knocked on the plaster once and for all: "when Jiang Jiusheng was moved, Jin could do anything."

There are many people who want to overthrow Jiang Jiusheng, but there is no complete assurance. Who dares to move Jiang Jiusheng? The scales of Jiang Jiusheng don't grow on himself, but on Jiang Jiusheng. If you touch him, he can go mad.

"I didn't let you move."

Qin Mingli looks up to see Wen Shihao.

Her eyes are more meaningful: "when the old man wants to rely on Jin to expand the territory of the Qin family, he is especially tolerant of Jiang Jiusheng, but even if he tolerates, he will still have a degree."

The next day, Jiang Jiusheng rarely stayed in bed. He got up just after lunch time. When Jin gave her some milk, she didn't urge her to get up. She sat by the bed and worked with a notebook.

It's probably because she sleeps nearby. His efficiency is extremely poor. After half a day, he has not finished reading a piece of data, so he simply lifts the quilt and lies in it. He doesn't sleep. He stares at her and kisses her from time to time. He wakes her up and wants her to go back.

Lunch was eaten in bed. She didn't think of it, so he left her alone. The problem with cleanliness was that she had worn it down.

The sky outside the window was cloudy and the air was wet. Jiang Jiusheng squatted beside a piece of Begonia behind the house, folded one and put it in his hand to play: "when did it rain?"

The weather is very damp, when Jin is afraid of her catching cold, she zipped her coat: "last night at three or four o'clock."

After the rain, the flowers bloom just right. They are yellow and pink. The color is gorgeous. The fragrance of the flowers is very light. They come in the wind.

Jiang Jiusheng pinned the pink Begonia in her hand on Shijin's pocket and pointed to a place to show him: "that piece of flower hasn't opened, do you know why?"

When Jin looked down at the past, there was indeed a large cluster of flowers missing in the middle: "why?"

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help laughing: "he was crushed by Qin Xiaozhou. I saw him and his woman there." after thinking about it, she chose a proper word, "wild together."

When Jin took her hand, fingertips crossed her palm like nothing: "do you see it?"

Well, he seems a little unhappy.

"Well." She explained, seriously, "I didn't look carefully when they were holding each other." This is true. Qin Xiaozhou is still wearing pants. She only sees the spring light on the woman's chest.

He pinched the palm of her hand, like punishing her, but reluctant to use force, gently, without pain. She only felt itchy, and shrank back. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly.

"I'll have to get around that later." He said solemnly, "or you will get pinpricks."

Jiang Jiusheng could not help laughing: "I'm just curious for a while."

"Curious about what?"

She couldn't answer. She felt that there was a lot of vinegar and acid in the air with the fragrance of flowers.

When Jin also reluctant to say her, then solemnly told: "those things I will teach you, you do not want to be curious about others."

Those things

Jiang Jiusheng's face was a little hot, so he changed the topic: "I'll stand over and take a picture for me."

When Jin pulled her: "it rained, there was mud on the ground."

He stooped slightly, picked her up and walked over.

She circled his neck: "is it heavy?"

"Very light."

He walked slowly, stepped on the muddy ground, put her in the flowering Begonia, and then lowered his body, put his face close to it.

Jiang Jiusheng kissed her.

Then he smiled, and the light in his eyes was more gorgeous than the colorful flowers.

A gentleman is like a orchid. When he smiles, he is like the most colorful prince in medieval oil paintings. All his paintings are not as elegant as his three points.

Take a look at it. It's just thrilling. If you look again, you can't open your eyes."Miss Fu."

"Miss Fu."

The servant shouted twice in a row, and Fu Dongqing returned to his senses.

"I'm sorry, Miss Fu. I don't know you're lost. I've kept you waiting." Servants are very respectful, for fear of neglecting the distinguished guests who come to the birthday party today.

Fu Dongqing shook his head and smiled appropriately: "it doesn't matter."

My servant said that Miss Fu should be very cultured: "please come with me."

She nodded her head and looked back at the flowers and the people with warm eyes.

Shijin's photographing technique is very common, but he thinks it's good-looking. He took many pictures of Jiang Jiusheng, basically without panorama. He only took her, and chose one of his favorite pictures to set as a screen saver.

The dark clouds are gone, the setting sun is leaking in, and the flowers of thousands of trees are crossing a layer of broken gold. It's not good-looking, and her Shijin is also beautiful in a mess.

Jiang Jiusheng picked the wilted flower and gave him the brightest red Begonia. He pinned it on his formal pocket: "the birthday party should start soon."

When Jin led her back to the small building: "it doesn't matter if I go late. I will accompany you for a while."

She doesn't like social intercourse. She would rather stay in the small building, and Shijin will follow her.

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