Chapter 110 110 Jiang Jiusheng's True Identity

Blood does make him excited.

He suppressed his emotions before raising his head again.

Jiang Jiusheng got up and walked behind him.

Shi Jin sat, and she stooped to stand, wiping the thin sweat on his forehead with her fingertips: "Are you tired?"

Shi Jin nodded: "It's more tiring than my main knife." He said, "Remote guidance is no higher than the risk of misjudgment."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't understand medicine, but admired Shi Jin's professional qualities, so that he was in danger, or the heart of the doctor, or the professionalism of the technical profession. In short, the way he operated was not as elegant, calm, serious and divine as usual.

He may be a natural healer.

Jiang Jiusheng raised his hand and pressed the temple to Shi Jin. The technique was learned from Xiao Qiao and his movements were awkward.

Shi Jin raised her eyes and raised her head to ask, "Are you afraid?"

Jiang Jiusheng gave a very honest answer: "I wanted to see the operation, but I didn't know what was going on, just patronizing you."

He smiled: "Like?"

She nodded and admitted: "I like it very much." She leaned over and kissed her on Shi Jin's face. "I like you and I like you as a doctor."

He probably didn't know how shocking he was when he saved people, but it was nothing more than thrilling.

Shi Jin suddenly stared: "What if I am not a doctor?"

Jiang Jiusheng thought without thinking: "There is no such thing."

He was silent.

Indeed, he will definitely become what she likes, there will not be any difference between and.

"And," Jiang Jiusheng paused.

Shi Jin's eyes were entangled with her, and there was a shining brilliance in her eyes: "And what?"

"And even if you are not Doctor Shi," Jiang Jiusheng said slowly, "It will also be my Mr. Shi."

Shi Jin raised his lips and smiled shallowly, his eyes soaked with tender water.

It looks so good when you laugh.

Jiang Jiusheng reached out and walked behind Shi Jin, picked up the fruit tray on the desk, picked a beautiful strawberry, she took a bite, leaned over and leaned in, leaned against Shi Jin's lips and thrust in with her tongue.

Shi Jin cooperated and opened his mouth slightly.

Jiang Jiusheng stepped back and licked his lips: "Is it sweet?"

"sweet."

The throat knot rolled, Shi Jin swallowed, and then pulled her back: "Sheng Sheng."

"Ok?"

He didn't speak, holding Jiang Jiusheng to a different position, he stood up, she sat, and looked down, his lips just fell on her lips, protruding the tip of his tongue, his mouth was full of sweet and sour strawberry flavor .

Ears are lingering, and have been intimate for a long time.

Shi Jin retreated a little: "I will draw a picture for you?"

On the lips, Jiang Jiusheng subconsciously licked: "Why do you suddenly want to draw?"

"Today you exaggerated the street painter."

and so?

Shi Jin said concisely: "The desire to win or lose."

"..."

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help crying and nodding, and nodded: "What posture do you want to pose?"

Shi Jin got up, found a pencil and blank paper on the desk, and said, "You just feel comfortable."

Jiang Jiusheng moved his chair, supported his chin, and lay half on the table.

Shi Jin turned the lamp to his side: "Can it be dazzling?"

"will not."

Shi Jin began tracing on the paper, lowering his head and drawing seriously. From time to time, she looked up at her. The light was dimmed, not dazzling, but Shi Jin had hidden stars in her eyes, and her eyes were bright.

Jiang Jiusheng was lying on the table and watching Shi Jin's paintings. It was only ten minutes before she was drowsy. When she was confused, she thought: Shi Jin works better than her sleeping pills.

Shi Jin put down his pen and lay on the table. After seeing her for a long time, he kissed her face, and then took her lightly to bed.

Jiang Jiusheng dreamed something, didn't open his eyes, and continued to sleep. Probably the concert was tired, she slept soundly, Shi Jin wiped her face and hands, she didn't wake up, he sat on the bedside and kept her for a while, turned off the lights and changed her clothes.

There was no light, only a faint moonlight spilled out of the window, a gentle faint yellow, and a shadow fell on the ground.

At night, Shi Jin's voice was very soft: "Baby, raise your hand."

Jiang Jiusheng, who was asleep, was terribly obedient.

The next day, Huifeng was calm and Dongyang was slightly warm.

Jiang Jiusheng woke up naturally when he slept. There was a cup of warm water and a picture on the bed. The picture was her, delicate and beautiful. It was signed on the paper, and the word Shi Jin was written on the end. She liked it very much. Collect it carefully, then put a coat downstairs.

Downstairs, Shi Jin is making breakfast.

She said early, her sleep was dim, and her eyes were half-squinted.

"Breakfast is almost ready, you go to brush your teeth first." Shi Jin walked over and lightly pressed the hair up the top of her head. "Toothpaste and towels are placed on the sink, do not wash with cold water."

At first, Jiang Jiusheng was a little ignorant and went to the bathroom. Then, in less than half a minute, she trot out.

"Shi Jin."

He should be in the kitchen: "Huh?"

With a toothbrush in her hand, she asked Shi Jin: "Who changed my clothes?"

Shi Jin turned off the fire, walked out of the kitchen, wiped the toothpaste foam on the corner of her mouth with her fingertips, and said, "Shengsheng, only us here."

In other words, Shi Jin changed it.

Seeing her not speaking, Shi Jin was a little embarrassed and asked, "Do you mind?"

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head.

Shi Jin slightly frowned: "You sleep soundly, I can't bear to wake you up." After a pause, I added, "I turned off the light."

She buried her head, her face was hot, her heart tickled, her emotions strange and inexplicable.

"Sorry," Shi Jin said, "without your prior consent."

Jiang Jiusheng almost blurted out: "I agree."

He smiled, his eyes full of joy.

Jiang Jiusheng was completely embarrassed. She was over. It wasn't how stupid he got when Jin Jin was so stupid.

Shi Jin rubbed her hair: "Go wash your face first, and I will serve you porridge."

"Oh."

After the meal, Shi Jin ’s medical assistant called, roughly meaning-was Dr. Shi taking a vacation? Without going back to the hospital, the patients are almost ill.

Similar euphemism.

Jiang Jiusheng felt that when Tian Jin Hospital lacked her home, Jin Jin might have to close down.

She stood by the sink and was about to help Shi Jin wash the dishes, but he did not let her touch the water. She said, "Let's go back tomorrow."

"No matter how long you want to stay."

Thinking about it, her doctor's time was all life.

Jiang Jiusheng said: "The company is still waiting for me to go back to the celebration party. Tomorrow evening, you will join me."

Shi Jin follows her meaning.

Jiang Jiusheng doesn't like liveliness. Even if he is idle, he doesn't want to go out. In the morning, he is watching a movie in the movie room of the hotel. A prestigious actor with first-rate acting skills.

Of course, the face value and figure are also top-notch.

Jiang Jiusheng exaggerated smoothly: "The abdominal muscles are very beautiful."

Six pieces, neat and tidy, not exaggerated, just right, masculine.

Really, she just talked about things.

Not long after she finished speaking, Shi Jin calmly replied: "I have too."

Jiang Jiusheng laughed dumbly. She also discovered recently that Shi Jin's desire to win and lose is not generally strong.

Then, after five minutes ...

Shi Jin hugged her and let her sit on her lap.

"what happened?"

Shi Jin didn't return, grabbed her hand, put it in the sweater at home, starting from his abdomen, took her hand up, the weather was cold, her hand was slightly cool, and Shi Jin's body was hotter and hotter. .

"Sheng Sheng," Shi Jin's voice was low, a little dumb, and asked her, "Have you counted clearly?"

Jiang Jiusheng nodded.

Well, Shi Jin has eight pieces, which is not abrupt, has a clear texture, and must be very beautiful. She is not at all embarrassed, and she put her other hand into his sweater. Then, her moving hand suddenly stopped.

"Shi Jin, you--"

Shi Jin's cheeks were dyed pink, and he moved his body back: "Sorry."

He let go of her, stood up unnaturally, turned around, walked to the bathroom without a word, and then the sound of water came out.

Jiang Jiusheng sat upright as if nothing had happened, picked up the remote control, turned the movie's voice to the maximum, then covered his fevered face and laughed.

This movie can't be seen anymore.

Jiang Jiusheng suggested to go out for lunch, because she was reluctant to cook for Tian Tian every day. She was not familiar with Zhongnan. She was chosen by Shi Jin and was not far from the bed and breakfast. It was a 20-minute drive away.

It is a very elegant western-style restaurant. The decoration is very elegant. It can be seen that it is not a simple place. The guests in and out of the shop are very extraordinary. They must be rich or expensive. Oh, she even encountered a familiar artist.

Generally speaking, this kind of place is hard to find. However, it seems that the attitude of the waitress towards Shi Jin is known, respectful and restrained.

Shi Jin asked for a separate VIP room. After Jiang Jiusheng sat down, he asked Shi Jin: "Have you been here?"

"Well." He nodded, didn't say much, just asked her, "What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask too much: "You order."

Shi Jin summoned the waiter to order and Jiang Jiusheng glanced at the menu. The dishes were all strange names. However, he always knew her preferences and did not need her to worry, but she wanted ice cream for dessert.

Shi Jin didn't follow her: "It's too cold now, and your stomach can't stand it."

Jiang Jiusheng would stop, and in Mo Bing's words, only Shi Jin could control her.

When waiting for the meal, Shi Jin asked her for a cup of warm water. When the waitress went out, the door was not closed, the wind blew, and it was half open, and suddenly, a figure stopped at the door.

Is a man.

He shouted: "Shi Jin."

Jiang Jiusheng looked up, the man at the door was very tall, elegant and elegant, with white gloves on his right hand, he pushed the door in, and the muzzle was familiar: "Why didn't you say it when you returned to Zhongnan?" Very fierce, but with a smile, set his eyes on Jiang Jiusheng, took a look, "This is this?"

Hidden knife in a smile.

Jiang Jiusheng suddenly thought of the word, she said nothing, just looked at Shi Jin.

Shi Jin got up and only left a sentence: "Sheng Sheng, you eat first, I will come back immediately."

He walked anxiously, but the man who hastily disturbed, looked like a walk in the court, and looked at Jiang Jiusheng with all his eyes, and his eyes were unscrupulous.

"Come out." It was Shi Jin's voice, cold and frosty.

The man followed.

The door was closed.

Jiang Jiusheng only felt a little nervous, and he was a little uneasy.

Shi Jin walked ten meters away, leaned against the wall of the hallway, raised his eyes, his expression calmly, with a slight sense of distance: "What's the matter?"

With a smile in his eyes, the man folded his left hand on the back of his right hand, rubbing his gloves: "We are brothers, what else do we need to greet?"

Shi Jin apparently did not want Zhou Xuan to turn around and walk away.

"The woman inside," the man said in a prolonged tone, and his eyes were meaningful. "Don't introduce me?"

A pair of eagle eyes, like a smile.

The eleven sons of the Qin family, the last two are Qin Mingli, who are confusing and known to Confucian merchants. However, how can the person in charge of nearly half of the Qin family's underground transactions not be a ruthless character, most of them are smiling tigers with hidden needles.

Shi Jin stopped and looked back, his eyes indifferent, only to say: "It has nothing to do with you."

"How could it be irrelevant," Qin Mingli smiled, and the glance in his eyes seemed to be plausible, and looked at Shi Jin, "If you are a younger brother and sister in the future, of course, you should take a good look."

"Your little finger," Paused for a moment, Shi Jin raised his eyes, and there was frost in his eyes. "Forgot why?"

Qin Mingli's face suddenly chilled, his right hand fell on his side, clenched tightly, his white finger's tail was shrivelled and empty.

At the end of the hallway, the bamboo and wood door could not be pushed open, and the person at the door just took a step and stopped again.

"Who is outside?"

When I heard it, I knew that I was older, but it sounded like Hong Zhong, full of energy.

Qin Xiaoyi also stood at the door, looked at the people in the corridor, and replied: "Dad, it's the sixth brother."

In the room, there were more than ten people sitting on the log round table. The person seated on the table was Qin Xing, the head of the Qin family. The three central and southern provinces all hailed him as Qin Ye. He was horrified and raised his eyes slightly.

"come in."

It is a commanding tone, majestic, and no beak is allowed.

Qin Mingli glanced at Shi Jin, stepped into the room first, and after a short interval, his white and slender hand pushed open the door and fell on the doorknob.

Without going in, Shi Jin stood at the door and looked cold.

At a table, the Qin family stopped chopsticks.

Qin Xing didn't raise his eyes, his voice was strong and powerful: "Sit down and eat first."

The tone is consistent.

No one in the room took the mouth, except for Shi Jin, who was still standing at the door, calmly and indifferently, saying: "Someone is waiting for me."

The entire Qin family, only Shi Jin dare to do his own thing.

Qin Xing's face was cold, and he was a bit sullen: "Eat first, and come back to Qin's house with me when I'm done."

Shi Jin Zhi Ruo deaf: "Use slowly."

Two words, neither hot nor cold, he turned around when the words fell.

The cup lid snapped down, Qin Xing raised his eyes, and Thunder was furious: "You stop me!"

Shi Jin paused and didn't look back.

The entire Qin family, only him Shi Jin, acted arbitrarily, and did not follow the discipline at all. The Qin family could not enter his eyes. Even his father, he had never put it in his eyes. .

During his entire life, Qin Xing spent most of his life licking blood on the edge of the knife. He had never seen any blood and rain, and had passed the young and vigorous age earlier. Only the six sons, Shi Jin, made him angry at once.

He suddenly angered: "Even if you don't return to Qin's house, you are still my son of Qin Xing. I want to force you to come back, and there are some ways."

Shi Jin heard the words and turned back: "Like eight years ago?"

His eyes, like the well of late autumn, were smooth and cold.

None of the Qin family members here answered the call, suddenly silent.

Eight years ago, Shi Jin was the future helm who was most valued by the Qin family. The Qin family who coveted that seat was not a minority, but no one had shaken him.

Until he brought back a sixteen-year-old girl.

He kept the girl in a detached building, locked the doors and windows, and put a gun in the door. No one except him and his confidants could go in, and there were people who did not obey. He was abandoned. After the feet, no one dared to be blatant.

No one in the Qin family has seen the girl, nor can she find any information. She was protected very well by Shi Jin. Presumably because of this, many eyes were on the small building.

Such as Qin Xing, such as Qin Mingli.

How can the Qin family's helm have weaknesses.

The helm of the Qin family finally had a dead spot.

Later, the girl died.

Shi Jin broke Qin Mingli's finger, and then never stepped into Qin's door.

After touching for more than ten minutes, Shi Jin still did not come back, Jiang Jiusheng was a little uneasy, and frequently looked towards the door.

The waitress came in for the second time and asked, "Miss, would you like to serve now?"

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "We need to wait a little longer."

"Okay." The waiter withdrew.

Jiang Jiusheng stopped her: "Can you give me red wine first?"

"No problem, please wait." The waiter hesitated a little and was a little embarrassed. "Can you sign me? I'm your fan."

She is a young woman, very shy.

Jiang Jiusheng nodded and said, "Where is the sign?"

The waitress quickly took out a ballpoint pen that had been hidden from her sleeve, put down the scarf around her neck, and laid it flat on the table.

Jiang Jiusheng took the pen, signed his name on the corner of the scarf, and the handwriting was neat.

The waitress said thank you twice, folded the silk scarf carefully, and tied it back around her neck. Before leaving, she whispered: "Your boyfriend is very handsome."

Jiang Jiusheng said generously: "Thank you."

The degree of red wine is very low, not a strong liquor. Jiang Jiusheng drank two glasses in a row. Shi Jin had not returned yet. She put on her mask and got up to go to the bathroom.

Walking in the aisle, someone behind me suddenly shouted, "Sister."

Jiang Jiusheng turned around and saw a very beautiful teenager.

He was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was born with red lips and white teeth. His eyes were picturesque. He was very beautiful and clean. Especially his eyes were as clear as a piece of fine jade. There was no fine carving, but she was pure and clear.

The teenager was looking at her with eyes like water.

Jiang Jiusheng asked: "Are you calling me?"

He didn't answer, but his beautiful eyes stared at him carefully for a long time without saying a word.

Jiang Jiusheng waited for a moment, before getting a word, he smiled politely and turned to leave, but the teenager followed behind and took a few steps without any hassle.

She looked back at the young man's face and couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted, and asked patiently, "What's the matter?"

He still did not speak, just looked at her, a pair of pupils as beautiful as glass beads.

Not familiar with the world.

It's like going through vicissitudes.

The young man gave Jiang Jiusheng a very contradictory feeling. His eyes were distinctly black and white, but he concealed a little seemingly haze in the depths.

She repeated: "Is there something to say to me?"

Except for the older sister, the teenager never spoke again.

Jiang Jiusheng was at a loss, and it happened that at this time, a young woman came head-on. The woman buried her head, walked anxiously, and hit the boy's shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry." The woman apologized again and again.

The teenager was shocked, avoiding each other's eyes, retracting into the corner, carrying his back, bending his body, shaking slightly.

Jiang Jiusheng was determined. This beautiful boy is different from normal people.

After thinking for a long time, she stepped forward, thought about it, and took two steps back, and asked the teenager: "Do you need my help?"

The teenager turned back a little and looked at her, with anxious and complex emotions in his eyes.

He seemed not afraid of her.

Jiang Jiusheng tentatively said, "There are a lot of people here, can I go there?"

The teenager nodded.

Jiang Jiusheng then led him to a place with few people. Before two steps, someone behind him called.

"Jin Yu."

"Jin Yu."

The teenager stopped.

Jiang Jiusheng followed her back, and the woman was shouting, wearing extraordinary clothes, and looking eagerly. There was a young woman beside her.

She did not recognize the woman, but she recognized the young woman, the pearl of Wen's palm, and Wen Shi was good.

Obviously, Wen Shihao also saw her and the teenager and came over with the woman.

The woman found the teenager, obviously relieved, and pulled the teenager to her side, anxiously and angrily: "How come you came here?"

Presumably, this woman is the eldest lady of the Wen family, and her sister, who is more than ten years old from Wen Shuning, is somewhat old-fashioned and very similar to Wen Shi.

From this point of view, this young man may be the young master of the Wen family who has disappeared from the beginning and the end. The outside world only reports that the younger master of the Wen family is not in good health and is placed in a foreign convalescence. No matter how the media digs, there is no star news come out.

"Jiang Jiusheng?" Wen Shihao noticed the people in front of him, wearing a mask and covering most of his face.

Jiang Jiusheng replied faintly: "Miss Wen."

Wen Shihao said ‘what a coincidence’, and turned to the person beside him: “Mom, you take Jinyu back first.”

Wen Shuhua nodded and took the boy away.

He didn't move, still staring at Jiang Jiusheng, opening his mouth arduously, squeezing out two words at a time: "No. and code."

"Do you want my number?"

The teenager nodded.

Jiang Jiusheng called the waiter, asked for a pen and paper, wrote a series of numbers and handed it to the teenager.

The teenager picked it up and raised his lips slightly, before he left with his mother.

Wen Shi's good tone was surprised: "He actually spoke to you."

Jiang Jiusheng's eyes followed the young man's back, but he felt a sense of sorrow. Somehow, he always felt that the back seemed familiar.

"That's my younger brother," Wen Shihao said. "He has been suffering from autism for many years and doesn't speak much, but he seems to like how you look."

Such a beautiful young boy, Jiang Jiusheng, rejoiced, and rarely echoed the sentence: "It should be, he just called my sister."

"Probably the wrong person." Wen Shi looked at Jiang Jiusheng with deep eyes. "Remember when I first saw you? I was almost confused. You are like Jin Yu's sister. She is also called Jiang Jiusheng, eight. Passed away years ago, and since then Jin Yu has stopped talking. "

Jiang Jiusheng twisted his eyebrows slightly.

Wen Shi was so gentle and sympathetic: "Is the relationship a little chaotic?" She said, she kept looking at Jiang Jiusheng, "Jin Yu surnamed Jiang, and I am half-sister, and his other sister is my stepfather and him. The daughter of the ex-wife. "

(Come on, let ’s guess who Sheng Sheng ’s daughter is, Cheng ’s father, Xu ’s father, Jiang ’s father ... looking for, looking for, looking for dad)

(End of this chapter)