My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Xie Dang rolled his eyes and squeezed out a hoarse voice from his chest, gritting his teeth every word: "Who shaved my head!"

Master Xie Muzhou: "..." Is this important?

He glanced at Xie Dang's bald gourd wrapped in rice dumplings and firmly believed that this was not important!

The father comforted him: "It's okay, the hair can still grow even if it's gone. Besides, we have good looks, and our bald heads look good too."

Bald head...

Xie Dang raised his left hand with difficulty and touched the back of his head. He couldn't find a single curly hair...

Like a bolt from the blue, it struck from the sky!

He took a deep breath and used all his strength to say word by word: "Hat, son."

Xie Muzhou was confused for a moment, then leaned over: "Hat?"

Xie Dang pulled off the oxygen mask and rolled his eyes: "Go and buy me a hat right now!"

"..."

You just came back from hell and are you still thinking about this?

Xie Muzhou quickly put the oxygen mask on him and said politely: "Okay, okay, I'm going to buy you a hat. Don't move around."

Just in time, the attending doctor came over, Director Zhao from the Department of Brain Surgery, and did some examination.

Master Xie Muzhou secretly went over and asked, "Is my child's brain not broken?"

He felt a little bad.

Director Zhao smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, everything is fine."

Master Xie was still worried. He always felt that something was broken. No, he had to buy a hat, otherwise he would cause trouble again when he woke up.

After Xie Dang fell asleep, it was another day, and his energy improved a lot. After all, he was young and in good health. He could recover so quickly with a hole in his head.

Master Xie bought dozens of hats for his son, all in various colors. However, Xie had injuries on his head. They were too heavy to wear, too tight to wear, and too hard to wear... In the end, only one pink hat was left. fisherman hat.

Xie Dang: "..."

Damn it, I don’t want to lose face!

Xie Dang put on a pink fisherman's hat with a look of disgust on his face, instantly becoming a girl. In addition, he had just undergone surgery, his face was pale, he looked thin and weak, and he couldn't speak too much, causing the person next door to fall. The little boy with a broken leg saw him once and called him 'Auntie' once.

I want to break the kid's unbroken leg as well!

On the third day after the operation, Xie Dang's condition improved a lot and he spent more and more time awake. Only after Jiang Jiusheng asked the attending doctor did he dare to ask about his condition at that time.

"What happened on the day of the car accident?"

Xie Dang was wearing a pink hat and was lying down. He had already taken off his oxygen mask and could speak without difficulty. He looked at Jiang Jiusheng and asked her, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Jiusheng's eyes were filled with rare ups and downs: "Who hit you? Where is Mo Bao, where is she?"

Xie Dang was stunned for a moment and grasped the key point: "Who the hell hit me?! I want to shave his hair!" The latter sentence was too loud, causing his head to hurt and his ears to ring a bit.

Jiang Jiusheng looked slightly anxious: "Didn't you see the murderer?"

Xie Dang was confused: "What murderer?"

not good.

My brain is broken!

Master Xie stared at Xie Dang with a miserable expression.

Yuwen, who had been sitting silently on the sofa, suddenly asked: "Xie Dang, who am I?"

Xie Dan glanced at him: "You must be mentally ill."

Yuwen Chongchong held a cigarette in his hand but didn't light it. He played with it on his fingertips. He stood up from the sofa and walked to the bedside. He held the cigarette between his fingers and pointed at Xie Dan: "I think you are the one with the brain disease. "

Xie Dang: "..."

Doesn’t this pink bucket hat look easy to bully? Damn, if he hadn't been able to get up, he would have beaten him.

"How much do you remember?" Jiang Jiusheng asked.

Without waiting for Xie Dang to answer, Master Xie immediately put his face in front of him, with a worried look on his face and eyes full of expectation: "Dangdang, do you still recognize your father?"

Xie Dan glanced at him: "You are too old to recognize me." Three pairs of eyes stared at him, looking at him as if he was mentally retarded, "Why are you looking at me like this? Don't worry, I will turn to ashes even if you guys turn into ashes." I recognize them all.”

Everyone recognizes it, but they don’t remember how they were hit.

Jiang Jiusheng frowned, his cold peach blossom eyes darkening: "You were in a car accident, and the police suspected that someone hit you intentionally. Mo Bao was with you at the time, and she is missing now. How much of this do you remember?"

Xie Dang thought for a while: "I have no impression." He looked at his father, "I just remember you asked me to go to the ninth senior sister's house to deliver gifts."

Jiang Jiusheng pressed the pager.

Director Zhao from the brain surgery department came again and gave Xie Dang a comprehensive examination.

After the examination, Master Xie Muzhou asked him secretly: "Is my son's brain broken?"

Director Zhao shook his head: "It's a temporary memory impairment, no big problem." Seeing the worried look on the old man's face, Director Zhao explained in detail, "After the craniotomy, the mass has not gone away and is pressing on the surrounding nerves. After a while, Once the blood clot disappears, you can naturally remember the forgotten things."

Fortunately, I'm not stupid.

Master Xie breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Xie Dang with great pity. His family's Dang Dang grew up to be in his twenties. Except for the fact that the girl he liked didn't like him, everything went smoothly. He was a violinist at a young age. Master, the solo concert was a blast, and I didn’t suffer much. This was the first time I suffered such a heavy blow, and I almost lost my brain.

No, how much should he love his son? Hasn’t he always wanted to change his hat? Buy buy buy! I guess this hair won't grow out so quickly. He should have bought all the hat shops.

Master Xie was thinking this when he heard Jiang Jiusheng ask Director Zhao: "How long does it take to recover?"

"This is not necessarily true. It could be a week or two, or a month or two."

Jiang Jiusheng's expression changed slightly.

Xie Dang looked at her: "Why are you so serious?"

"Mo Bao's blood was found at the scene of the car accident."

The amount of bleeding was considerable and she was in danger.

Later, Jiang Jiusheng did not tell Xie Dang that he had just undergone surgery and needed to recuperate.

In the afternoon, Huo Yining came to the hospital again. He took care of Xie Dang's head and didn't ask anything. Shi Jin gave him the diagnosis number and asked him to go there.

It seems like he is in contact with the underground party.

Huo Yining actually went to line up. Shi Jin was sitting in front of the computer in a white coat, with a stethoscope in hand, wearing a mask, and dressed neatly, looking more like a doctor.

He gave him a picture.

After Huo Yining read it, he definitely didn't recognize it: "Who is this?"

Shi Jin called up a piece of surveillance from the computer, placed his slender fingers on the mouse, tapped it lightly, and paused: "This person came to check on Xie Dang's situation."

He is a man, tall and muscular, with unremarkable facial features and tattooed arms.

Surveillance footage captured this person staying in front of Xie Dang's ward three times and also entering and exiting the brain surgery office.

Huo Yining guessed: "Come to kill people and silence them?"

Shi Jin placed his fingers on the photo and tapped it repeatedly: "Xie Dang has hurt his brain. There is no need to kill anyone to silence him for the time being."

Xie Dang must know something, there is no doubt about it.

He just couldn't remember for a short period of time, not permanent amnesia. It would be good to forget it once and for all, but it would not be that easy to kill people and silence them under Shi Jin's nose.

Xie Dang can't remember it for the time being, so he is safe for the time being.

Huo Yining looked at Shi Jin: "So, what is your inference?"

Shi Jin paused with his fingers: "Something is going to happen soon." He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, half of his face was reflected in the sunlight, half-dark, "The person involved in the matter is Xie Hang out with people you know.”

People Xie Dang knows...

Huo Yining's first thought was: "Do you think it's Jiang Jiusheng?"

Regarding Jiang Jiusheng, Shi Jin always had a strong sense of crisis.

He shook his head: "I don't know." He raised his eyes, the light in his eyes was like the dazzling cold stars in winter, "You have to be careful."

The Qin family in Zhongnan.

Qin Mingli placed the document bag and a stack of photos in front of Qin Xing.

He raised his eyelids: "What is this?"

Qin Mingli stepped forward and spread out the photos one by one: "The person in the photo is the captain of the criminal investigation team."

And Shi Jin.

They met on various occasions and even photographed the exchange of items.

Qin Xing picked up one, looked at it for a few times, and said with a flat expression: "Is this the evidence you said?"

His expression was calm and completely unimpressed.

Qin Mingli took out the information from the document bag and presented it to Qin Xing: "This criminal investigation captain has also served as a special police officer and has done anti-smuggling and anti-narcotics work. Shi Jin has close contacts with him. Doesn't that explain the problem?" He said in a firm tone. He said, "Father, the traitor to the Qin family is Shi Jin."

Qin Xing flipped through a few pages and threw them on the table: "Just show me a few photos?"

Even the servants of the Qin family knew that he and Shi Jin were at odds, so Qin Xing would not believe everything he said.

"Being able to know all the big trends of the Qin family, being able to have spies among the police and our people," Qin Mingli vowed, "Apart from Shi Jin, who else has the ability to cover the sky with one hand."

Qin Xing was noncommittal: "Then tell me, what does Shi Jin want?"

If the Qin family is defeated, Shi Jin, as the leader, will be the first to suffer. There are many people on the road who want his life.

"Father," Qin Mingli reminded in a deep voice, "don't forget that you killed Jiang Jiusheng nine years ago."

Nine years ago, Qin Xing added fuel to the flames, giving the psychiatrist an opportunity to take advantage of him. Even the car accident in which Jiang Jiusheng faked his death was staged by him.

In the entire Qin family, the person who wanted Jiang Jiusheng to die the most was not Qin Mingli but Qin Xing.

Qin Mingli returned to the room with an angry look.

"Qin Xing, don't you believe it?" Wen Shihao was five months pregnant. She was already pregnant, and her belly was bulging. She was half-lying on the sofa, with her hands on her belly, brushing her belly. She was so plump during pregnancy. few.

Qin Mingli's face was gloomy and he didn't answer.

She sat up and held her belly with her hand: "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, as long as he is suspicious." She picked up the bird's nest on the table and scooped up the spoon, "Your father would rather kill by mistake than let go. "

"He would kill Shi Jin?" Qin Mingli raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing it.

Wen Shihao shook his head: "He couldn't bear it." He took a sip slowly, as if he was confident, "Shi Jin is a good chess piece, it would be a pity to kill him."

In terms of courage, the Qin family really could not find another Shi Jin. Qin Xing still pointed him to conquer all directions, how could he be willing to abandon this sharp blade.

Qin Mingli was too lazy to answer riddles and asked impatiently, "So?"

Wen Shihao lay back lazily and touched his bulging belly: "Just wait and see. When two tigers fight, one of them will always be killed or injured."

Qin Xing was suspicious and could not do nothing. Even if he was reluctant to kill Shi Jin, he would probably let him shed some blood and taste the pain.

She thought again: "Have you found out who sent the photo?"

"No." Qin Mingli rubbed his chin, "I can't find anything at all. He shouldn't be easy to deal with."

"I didn't give the photo to Qin Xing directly, but I borrowed your hand. It should be the Qin family, and I don't want to be exposed." Wen Shihao paused, "But it doesn't matter whether he can be dealt with easily or not, the target is Shi Jin anyway."

It doesn't matter if you kill someone with a borrowed knife, it just depends on who is the fisherman who benefits in the end.

study.

Qin Xing thought about it for a long time and told his steward Qin Hai: "Get another batch of goods and let Shi Jin do the trading."

Qin Hai took the order and went out to do things.

Su Fu came in, carrying the freshly brewed tea, and walked to Qin Xing: "Are you going to test him?" He poured a cup of tea and handed it to Qin Xing, "What happens after the test?"

Qin Xing used the tea lid to brush away the tea leaves floating on his face, bowed his head and said nothing.

Su Fu didn't hesitate, poured himself a glass, and sat next to Qin Xing: "If the temptation comes out, will I be willing to give up Shi Jin?"

Qin Xing raised his eyes.

She smiled and made another assumption: "If I can't test it out, will I still dare to use Shi Jin?"

I don't want to throw it away, and I don't dare to use it.

She accurately stated Qin Xing's thoughts. She was the one who understood him best in the entire Qin family.

Su Fu put down the tea cup, stood up, walked to the back, put his hand on Qin Xing's shoulder, and squeezed it gently: "I have a way to help you relieve your worries." Leaning over, she asked, "Do you want to listen? , Master?"

She is very smart.

Otherwise, Qin Xing would not keep her by his side for ten years: "You say."

The next day, before leaving get off work, Shi Jin received a call from Huo Yining.

"The person who investigated Xie Dang found out."

Shi Jin put down the case in his hand, raised his head and motioned for the medical assistant to go out, and asked Huo Yining: "Whose person?"

Huo Yining paused for a moment: "Xitang, the Su family." The Su family has lived in seclusion in Xitang for decades. Huo Yining has never dealt with them. He continued, "He has a criminal record and is an arsonist. He has been an arsonist for five years." He was still working as a thug in the Su family."

Most of the Su family's assets are in Xitang in the central part of the country. They have no contact with the Qin family in the south and the Teng family in the north. They stand as three pillars and have been quiet for many years.

Now that the Su family has made a move, I'm afraid it will affect the whole body.

Shi Jin pondered for a moment: "Send me a copy of all the evidence in your hand."

Huo Yining sat in front of the computer and copied the entire folder directly from the public security intranet: "I sent it to your email." Then he asked, "How much do you know about the Su family in Xitang?"

The Su family started out by collecting debts. In recent years, they have been engaged in finance in order to clear their name.

The Su family has a large population, but the fourth eldest son of the Su family is the most mysterious. Mr. Su has kept this baby outside, and he doesn’t even know whether it is a boy or a girl.

Other than that, Huo Yining knew nothing.

Shi Jin only commented on this in four words: "The appetite is not small."

Huo Yining agreed: "You're not a little kid. I've probably been eyeing this fat piece of your Qin family for a long time."

The Qin family accounts for nearly eight percent of the entire underground trade in the south. Who doesn't want to take advantage of this piece of cake?

Tingjiuxuan.

In the private room, the laser light was on, and the red and green lights flickered, flickering on and off. Four men in black suits stood in front of the wine table, and one was kneeling on the ground. He was sweating profusely. He lowered his head, pressed his palms on the table, rolled up his sleeves, tattooed his arms, and his fingers were trembling violently.

On the sofa behind the wine table, a woman's slender legs were folded. She was holding a wine glass and leaning back. The bright and dim light fell on her face, mottled and jumping. She took a sip of wine and held a gun in her left hand. The gun A turn of mouth.

"boom."

There was a gunshot without warning.

The man kneeling on the ground retracted his hand almost instinctively, and the bullet penetrated the table, leaving a sunken hole. The man was still frightened. After breathing heavily, he fell to the ground and begged for mercy tremblingly: "I know I was wrong. Miss, please spare my life."

The most ruthless person in the Xitang Su family is the eldest lady Su Fu.

She sat up straight, put the wine glass on the table, and blew on the gun: "Lin Sheng, how many years have you been following me?"

The man on the ground did not dare to straighten up, and replied tremblingly: "Five, five years."

The man's vocal cords were damaged and his voice was rough.

Su Fu raised his eyes, his face was shrouded in the light, half-dark, his lips were painted with lipstick, and after drinking wine, his lips became even redder: "It's been five years, and you still don't know my rules?"

The man raised his head, his eyes full of fear and forbearance. Big beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks. He struggled for a long time and pressed his hand on the table again.

Su Fu leaned forward.

The man closed his eyes in pain.

Click, the bullet was loaded. She moved slowly and put the muzzle of the gun against the back of the man's hand, with a careless smile on her lips, as if she was playing an insignificant game, her finger on the trigger.

"boom."

The gunshot was accompanied by the man's scream of pain. He hugged his pierced left hand, curled up on the ground, and groaned in pain.

Su Fu took out a wet wipe, wiped the muzzle of the gun, stood up, threw the small lady's gun on the sofa, walked to the man, and looked at him condescendingly.

"You can't even kill someone. In the past five years, have all the guns given to you been fed to dogs?"

The man endured the pain and struggled to kneel up. He didn't dare to raise his head. He bowed his head and was covered in sweat. He explained tremblingly: "There are people guarding the hospital all the time. I have no chance to make a move." He raised his head and glanced at Su Fu. , immediately lowered his head and said tremblingly, "But don't worry, Miss, that man had a craniotomy and doesn't remember anything anymore. He will definitely not reveal your plan."

She was silent, her long eyelashes curled up, and the light from top to bottom passed through her eyelashes, casting a shadow on her eyelids. When she spoke, she spoke in a straight voice: "Before the matter settles down, keep an eye on me." Tighten up."

The man responded quickly: "I know."

Su Fu sat back on the sofa, picked up the wine, took a sip, and asked, "Where is that woman?"

"It's been taken care of."

At night, the winter wind was biting and rustling, and the moon was obscured by dark clouds.

Xie Dang was lying on the hospital bed, still wearing a pink fisherman's hat. His eyes were closed tightly, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead. His eyelids trembled a few times, but he never opened them.

In the ward, the data on the monitor was beating, and the liquid in the infusion tube was dripping.

He clenched his hands and seemed to be struggling. The corners of his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. He was stuck in a dream and could not wake up.

In the dream, it was night, and a black car hit him, and his body was thrown up heavily.

There was a man sitting in the driver's seat of the black car. He pursed his lips, held the hand on the steering wheel, and had tattoos on his arms. The man stared at him with blazing eyes.

He fell back to the ground from mid-air, and hot and sticky liquid flowed out of his body. He wanted to move his fingers, but found that he couldn't move at all. The red liquid spread out and flowed over his fingertips.

The man in the car got out of the car, wearing black leather shoes, stepping on the asphalt road, making a harsh sound, and approached him step by step.

The man squatted down and cut his hair very short, revealing his full forehead: "If you shouldn't listen, you should stay away."

The voice was rough and hoarse, like smoke.

After he finished speaking, he picked up the bricks on the ground, weighed them in his hands, raised them above his head, and was about to smash them down——

The car door on the right brought up a gust of wind, and a figure rushed over, hugged the man's waist, pushed him back hard, and they fell to the ground together.

It was Tan Mobao who had just woken up.

When the man was not prepared, she pushed him away and ran to Xie Dang. He was lying in a pool of blood, with blood on his head and face. Her hands were trembling, and she did not dare to touch him. She shouted tremblingly: "Dang, Brother Dang."

Xie Dang struggled to open his eyes. The blood on his eyelashes was crusted and his vision was blurred.

Her eyes suddenly turned red and she was so scared that she touched the phone with trembling hands. Her fingers were trembling so much that she couldn't press the keys several times. She bit her lip and choked with sobs: "Don't be afraid, I will find someone to save you right now. "

He moved his fingers and opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

"What did you say?" She leaned forward to listen.

Xie Dang said one word at a time, using all his strength: "Give, let go."

Tan Mobao was stunned for a moment, and then turned around blankly. The man had already walked behind him, holding a brick in his hand and raising it above his head.

If she gives way, what will Xie Dang do?

Almost instinctively, she opened her hands, eyes open, motionless.

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There is another update, it will be very late, I suggest you watch it tomorrow