Chapter 311

When Jin tilted her head, just enough to kiss her lips, he pecked: "when Qin Mingli fell, she came to knock on the door of my room."

Jiang Jiusheng could not have imagined that the proof of Wenshi's absence would be Shi Jin. She turned around, stood in front of Shi Jin and looked up at him perfectly: "so late, what did she ask you for?"

Tone, obviously a little angry.

Wen Shihao's woman is too unconscious. She has become a woman. In the evening, she went to find Shijin, which is a bit hard to beat.

"I don't know, but," she said.

"But what?" said Jiang Jiusheng

, "she spun perfume," Jin thought. "Maybe she came to seduce me."

What perhaps, is clear!

It's no wonder Wenshi didn't tell the truth. She went up late to seduce people. She was so shameless. How could she say that.

Jiang Jiusheng stood on tiptoe and poked her finger on Shijin's face. She did not move her finger on his face. She pretended to be angry: "why did the doctor attract people and butterflies when I was at home?"

When Jin grabbed her hand, held it in her mouth, and gently sucked it. She deliberately lifted it with the tip of her tongue before releasing it: "well, blame me."

She smiled and stepped back. She didn't give hugs or kisses. She held hands and looked at him. "What did you say to her?" When

went to Jin, she reached for her waist and pulled her back to her arms: "perfume is too strong, stay away from me."

Well, that's lovely.

, ginger, happy and happy. When his hands were in the room, Jin looked up and laughed. "Yesterday, Mo Bing also picked up a perfume endorsement for me. I will try it first, then you have to stay away from me?"

Shijin didn't want to: "No." He put his chin on her shoulder and sniffed. "Come closer. I'll get used to the smell of your perfume on my body."

He held her tightly, rubbed his face against her neck, and licked her gently from time to time.

This action may be with Bo aesthetics. When Bo Mei is coquetry, just like this, Jiang Jiusheng is scratched by him. He wants to hide. He refuses to let him. He holds her face, goes to kiss her and pecks her.

When Bomei is nice, it's the same

Jiang Jiusheng can't help laughing, tiptoe back, there is a word to ask him: "next door's' Jiang Jiusheng 'is still in a coma?"

"Well, I gave her some medicine. I won't wake up for the moment."

He didn't want to talk about others. He picked them up and put them on the bed. He kissed her endlessly. From his forehead, he was too patient to talk

The next day, Mo Bing came to the hospital.

In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, it's hard for her an agent to pack tightly, take off her mask and scarf: "there is a good news and a bad news, which one should I listen to first?"

Halfway through the lyrics, Jiang Jiusheng put down his pen and said, "bad news."

"Next week at the film festival, you have to go abroad for a few days. The Qin family is in a mess. When you are in your family, the doctor should not be able to leave. Maybe he can't accompany you."

It's really bad news.

Jiang Jiusheng frowned: "good news?"

Mo Bing smiles and lies on Jiang Jiusheng's bed which doesn't look like a hospital bed: "the good news is that you are shortlisted for the best female mate of Golden Bear, so you are going to the film festival."

Her first work was shortlisted for the international award. For Jiang Jiusheng's acting career, it can be regarded as a watershed. At least, her label is no longer a popular actor, but a real actor.

Jiang Jiusheng's face is not happy: "can you not attend?" She was still pretending to be ill and couldn't be seen.

Mo Bing shakes his head without thinking: "it's better not to be absent. You open the door, Qin Mingzhu comes in, wearing a team uniform, Baseball Jacket and embroidered the team logo on the right chest.

Zhang looked back and frowned discontentedly. "Why are you here now?"

His hair was in a mess, like he didn't wake up. He raised his hand and pulled it twice at will, saying, "I'm lost."

Zhang glanced at his grandmother's gray hair, frowned tighter, and said in a plainly unhappy voice, "how old are you? You can still get lost."

Qin Mingzhu didn't answer. He took a chair and sat down. He looked down at the mobile screen.

This kind of unreasonable look made Zhang furious and robbed his cell phone: "when is it? You are still in the mood to play games!"

He looks up, a pair of always lazy and tired eyes are clear a few minutes: "why didn't I?"

Zhang's face was red with his words: "your brother is still lying on the bed, you don't care at all?"

He took his cell phone out of Zhang's hand and corrected: "my brother is Shijin."

The two words of Shi Jin completely consumed Zhang's patience: "you are a pickpocket. Do you really think Shi Jin takes you as a brother? Don't be paranoid. Your brother is down. He's going to deal with you next. "

Qin Mingzhu has no expression on his face. His skin color is white and he purses his lips. He looks proud and indifferent.

"Finished?" He stood up. "I'm back with that, and training."But for Zhang's threat, he would not have come here.

"Train, train every day!" Zhang's bear the anger, "you are not small, it's time to take heart, and the club broke up, play games can have any future, back to help your brother, now he lies in the hospital can do nothing, when Jin will certainly take advantage of the situation, you and your father to talk about, first arrange you into Qin's."

To speak the truth, of course, is not to discuss, but to order.

Qin Mingzhu pursed his lips. The pear vortex on his left cheek was shallow. The voice line was soft, but it was cold: "I'm not interested."

Zhang's righteous words: "I am your mother, can I harm you?"? You listen to me, find a way to enter the company, take over your brother's seat first -- "

he interrupts, always sleepy eyes, bright:" now think of me? "

After more than 20 years of abandonment, when I think of it, I will wave. Is he a dog?

Zhang's face was not very good when she choked. She slowed down her eagerness in her eyes. She softened her voice: "I ignored you before, but it's impossible. Your father is very suspicious. He guards our big house like a thief. We can't do anything openly. You and your brother can only look after one. Your father can't let you two brothers be in power at the same time. A bowl of water It's all my fault to be a mother. " After the conversation, Zhang's tone was strong. "But anyway, you are my son. I do so much for your brother's good. You listen to me once. Go back to Qin's house first, and let your father put the club in your charge. If you give it to Shijin, your brother will be finished. He is ruthless and will not be merciless."

It's not for him to fight, it's for him to defend Qin Mingli.

After all these years, she hasn't changed at all.

Qin Mingzhu is standing against the sun outside the window. The light makes his skin white. He has the morbid condition of not seeing the sun all year round. The hair in front of his forehead slightly covers his eyes. The light gray white color makes his dark eyes white, which is very cold.

"Maybe you haven't raised me in a day, so you don't know me. I grew up with brother Liu, and he taught me how to behave. I'm just like him, and I'm ruthless. So, what will happen to you and Qin Mingli? I don't care at all. Don't point to me to help you fight for power." He's tall and doesn't stand straight. When looking at the Zhang family, he still lived at a high place, like an independent young man. Across the distance, "six elder brothers promised me that in any case, they would leave a little room for you. When I reported your kindness, you didn't have any support for me, so don't think I would be a filial son for you."

Maybe the Qin family was born to be fickle and ungrateful. He really had no affection for his mother, let alone Qin Mingli. Born but not raised, be a thief. Now let's talk about the deep love between mother and son. It's ridiculous.

Zhang opened his mouth and tongue.

He put his cell phone back in his pocket: "I'm finished. Don't call me out later, let alone go to the club. I'm very busy."

With that, he turned and left.

Zhang shouted, "Qin Mingzhu!" She was furious and her eyes were full of flames. "If you go like this, I will not have you as a son."

Qin Mingzhu looked back, his eyes full of laziness and weariness: "when I was four years old, didn't you throw me away?"

Zhang was speechless at once.

Outside the ward, the corridor is long.

Qin Mingzhu went back and forth several times, but he couldn't find the elevator entrance. He impatiently grabbed a handful of hair. A grandma's ashes were in a mess. He stopped and thought about Dafei's formula: up north, down south, left West, right east

So, where is the east?

He was in agony, and the woman with her head down hit him at the turning point.

He was knocked back a few steps, looked up, the frown suddenly loosened.

"I'm sorry," he said with his head down

After apologizing, she got around and went on, lost and aimless.

Qin Mingzhu looked back and said, "look at the road."

She was dumbfounded and looked back. "It's you."

It's you.

Mo Bing.

He had a cell phone in one hand and a pocket in the other. He was lazy. His hair was still curled in the back of his head. His eyes were slightly narrowed by the sunlight from the outside: "well, it's me."

Mo Bing nodded politely. There was nothing to talk about. She said, "goodbye."

Then she turned around and left.

Behind him, Qin Mingzhu's voice was a little soft, his eyes were misty, and he always seemed not to wake up: "I'm lost, can you take me for a ride?"

This man must be lost when he goes out.

Mo Bing said, "where are you going?"

His lips are hooked, his mood is happy, and his eyes are cocked. Like the disobedient hair in the back of his head, there is a kind of arrogance that is not publicized: "heart surgery."

Mo Bing turns around and walks in front: "follow me."

"Good." He followed.

From the inpatient department to the Department of cardiac surgery, three buildings are separated, connected by an air corridor, and it's just going through.

No topic, Mo Bing casually chat: "how not to come out together," she said, or added a reason, "you are so serious."Qin Mingzhu lowered his head, his eyelashes trembled twice, as if they were tangled. After a long time, he said, "I don't have a girlfriend."

Mo Bing laughs: "I mean your teammates."

Will be wrong idea, he grabbed the hair regretfully: "don't want to trouble others."

Mo Bing looks back at him. The boy in his early twenties is clean and pure, like an uncut jade. A boy of this age should have high spirits.

"She casually joked:" then quickly find a girlfriend

Qin Mingzhu raised his head sharply and almost blurted out, "what do you think of me?"

Her steps stopped abruptly.

Without any precaution, Qin Mingzhu said something rashly. He didn't prepare carefully, and there was no time and place. Qin Mingzhu bit his lips hard and regretted to the extreme. But he said something in his heart. He could not avoid it. He looked up, met her eyes and looked at her straight.

In the end, young, free and easy, do not wriggle.

It was mo Bing, who was caught off guard for a long time, then calmed down a little bit and asked him, "are you serious?"

He nodded without hesitation, "well."

Always can't sleep in the eyes, streamer overflows color, bright is astonishing.

Such a good boy should be treated well.

Mo Bing thought for a long time, and his tone was serious and solemn: "then I will answer you seriously." She said heavily, "I'm sorry."

Crisp, she is not a drag, although some of the unexpected.

"I don't know you, just like you don't know me, we've only met in a hurry," she said, looking calm and slow

He stood there, some helpless, eyelashes slowly down, the dark shadow covered the light of the fundus of the eye, the hand did not seem to know where to put it, stiff motionless, silent for a long time, he looked up, soft voice: "can you slowly understand that?"

The tone is so sincere that people can't refuse it.

Mo Bing did not hesitate, shaking his head: "you are still young, you will meet a girl who has the strength to respond to you in the future." She smiled at him, trying to relax. "I don't have the strength."

It's hard for her to protect herself. She can't drag people down any more.

Qin Mingzhu stood in the backlight and looked at her quietly. Her eyes were focused and she pursed her lips. For a long time, she asked, "is it because of that person?"

He knew that she had loved people.

On New Year's Eve last year, in the snow, he heard her whispering with the man, which was different from her usual appearance. The eyes were full of soft light.

He didn't love people desperately, and he didn't know how unforgettable it would be.

Mo Bing smiled, eyes gentle: "yes, I have met a person who let me do my best. Maybe I am lazy, and I can't speak to others." She smiled, looked at him carefully, and said cautiously, "I'm sorry to say such unkind words to you. I hope you can meet someone who can do your best for you in the future."

That person, it won't be her.

It's better to be ruthless. Before you are in love, before you hurt your muscles and bones, before you put all your efforts into it, she's covered with bruises and bruises. You can't involve others any more. If you burn it vigorously once, it's enough for a lifetime. You can't love it.

"No need to apologize." His lips were red. He licked the tense dry lips. His eyes were dim, but he was firm. He said earnestly, "you are very good."

In fact, he didn't know what he liked about her, that is, she was a very good person.

It was he who was late and didn't meet her and walk to her before she was exhausted.

"Heart surgery is in front of you, so I won't send you." Mo Bing smiled, turned around, waved his hand smartly, "goodbye."

It's crisp, tough, not sloppy, but soft hearted.

She is such a person.

Qin Mingzhu stood in the sunshine, clubbing for a long time, then took back his eyes, a little regretful, a little upset, not too willing, and powerless, sad and sour, not comfortable.

He took out his cell phone and called Yeda Fei: "rank with me."

When you're upset, it's good to play games.

Dafei was obviously not happy with it, and was in the middle of the wave: "my little grandma, how could I take a vacation, and let me live for a long time?"

Who wants to double row with him! Playing a game is like fighting.

Cold not Ding, Qin Mingzhu came a sentence: "I am lovelorn."

"Ah?" Dafei was confused and scratched his head. He didn't believe it. "When did you fall in love?"

Qin Mingzhu pulled the bangs that covered his eyes, stroked his hair back, put on the cap of the sweater inside his baseball jacket, and walked forward with his head down, saying, "I don't know." "It's first love," he muttered feebly

First love?

Shit!

Dafei's heart was sour: "we clearly said that we only want to be each other's Angels and get married with the game together. You are secretly in love. I despise you on behalf of my teammates and the game together."Qin Mingzhu narrowed his eyes and was very upset: "roll!"

Listen to the tone. I'm in a bad mood.

As the team's nanny, Dafei felt that he still wanted to comfort him. He was painstaking and reassured: "brother, don't be sad, who didn't love a few dregs when he was young. Look forward, don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged, you will meet more dregs, just be used to it."

A bowl of poisoned chicken soup. Dafei's toast is to dry it first.

Qin Mingzhu stopped, frowned and was in such a bad mood that he said, "she is a good person. If you don't talk about it, just kill you."

Dafei: "..."

Finally, Qin Mingzhu played with his mobile phone in Shijin's office all afternoon before returning. During this period, Dafei was repeatedly rubbed on the ground by him, turned over to kill, turned over to kill, how miserable the death was.

In the afternoon, Shijin had an operation, which ended at five o'clock.

In the operating room stained with blood, he washed and went to Jiang Jiusheng. She was waiting for him, saying: "next week, I won the Golden Bear award, and I was shortlisted as the best female mate."

Shijin closed the door and said, "do you want to go to Berlin?"

She shook her head and sat on the reclining chair beside the hospital bed. She was wearing a blue checked sick suit and a long knitted cardigan, apricot pink, which made her skin very white.

"Find a reasonable excuse to be absent." She said, "I'm still 'seriously ill' and can't be seen." She thought, would you like to pretend to be ill, and tell the organizers that you can't afford it.

Shijin walked over and squatted in front of her knees: "what day is the film festival?"

"Thursday."

Shi Jin said, "there is no need to be absent." Jiang Jiusheng didn't know what he meant. He slowly explained, "when you go to Berlin, it's going to be over here. It doesn't matter if you appear on Thursday. I'll arrange your itinerary. If you're not in Jiangbei, it's OK. The Qin family is in disorder. I'm not sure if you stay with me."

She didn't ask any more, and said that it was up to him.

At this time, someone knocked at the door.

"Doctor."

It's head nurse Liu of Cardiology.

When Jin got up, went to open the door: "what is it?"

Nurse Liu didn't go in, stood at the door, looked around, saw no one, and then whispered, "721 ICU patients, just now conscious."

When Jin said thanks, she closed the door and went back to Jiang Jiusheng.

"What's the matter?" she asked

The sun set in the west, the winter day was short, and the window was a little dark. It was cool. When Jin got up to take her coat and put it on her shoulder, "Qin Mingli may wake up."

"The murderer should be worried." Jiang Jiusheng thought about it and asked Shijin, "is it Sufu?"

The murderer is not Wen Shihao. Qin Xing and Zhang Shi have no motive. Su Fu is the most likely.

At the end of the bed, she bent to look at her and asked, "why do you think so?" He didn't tell her a lot about the circumstances of the case.

Jiang Jiusheng squinted his peach blossom eyes, with the corners of his eyes bent, like a half round moon, and a clear spring in his eyes, bright and clear.

She said slowly: "it was Sufu who gave Qin Mingli the news of your cooperation with the police. With my understanding of you, you will probably treat him in his own way. Just as you have Sufu's handle in your hand, Qin Xing gave you the whole Qin family not long ago. It's not convenient for you to eliminate the dissident once you take office. It's up to Sufu and Qin Mingli to bite the dog As a matter of policy, if you send the handle of Su Fu to Qin Mingli, you will benefit in the end whether you use Su Fu's knife to solve Qin Mingli or Qin Mingli's knife to solve Su Fu. " After the long speech, she took a rest, her throat rolled, and smiled at Shijin. "Am I right?"

Shijin said that he threw a piece of meat for their dog to bite the dog. If she guessed right, it should be the handle of Su Fu.

He smiled: "all right." He leaned over, pasted her forehead with his forehead, and praised him mercilessly, "Why are you so smart?"

Not bad, she guessed his mind through.

Fortunately, she is his person, obedient and obedient, otherwise, she is so intelligent, he can't win her, at least, when he meets her, his position will be disordered.

Jiang Jiusheng said, "because it's your girlfriend. Your intelligence is worthy of you."

When Jin was pleased by her words, she kissed her face hard.

"So the Soviets are better at it, and they have set up their hands on Qin Mingli?" The handle of Su Fu lies in Qin Mingli's hands. Either Su Fu kills people or Qin Mingli takes the opportunity to turn around. As a result, Qin Mingli lies in the hospital and is defeated.

Shi Jin nodded, "well."

Jiang Jiusheng has another question: "is her alibi false?"

"It's true." Seeing her curiosity, Shijin continued to explain, "she wants to start with Qin Mingli, but she doesn't need to do it herself."

If you don't do it yourself, there is only one way to kill people.

Sufu, the treacherous fox.

"Since her alibi is true, then," Jiang Jiusheng paused.Su Fu's confession, in addition to proving that he was not present, also proved for a person.

She knew, looked to Shi Jin: "murderer is Qin five."

"Well, it's him."

This makes sense. Why does Su Fu have an alibi? Why does Su Fu want to perjure Qin Yunliang? Jiang Jiusheng thought that Su Fu must have sent Qin Yunliang's handle to Qin Mingli, and then, borrow his knife to eliminate the future troubles.

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