Absurd marriage

Song Zhi exited the ward tactfully, not making light bulbs.

Gu Yun stared at the sunlight coming in from the window for a while, and the memories before he fainted came back one by one, and the blankness on his face faded and turned heavy.

"All these things on the street today are aimed at me alone." He said, "They know that I will go to Lu Zhimo's birthday alone, and when the invitation is sent to Sheng's house and you reject it, you should be targeted by this group of people." Now, have you been planted with eyeliner around you?"

In just 5 minutes after waking up, he can logically and clearly analyze the key points of the incident. This kind of sensitivity and courage cannot be possessed without special training.

Sheng Jisong: "The problem shouldn't be with the Sheng family. Jiang...After Jiang Zheng left, I investigated the entire Sheng family, and all those with suspicious backgrounds were kicked out."

"Oh."

A very indifferent reply.

Sheng Jisong continued anxiously: "Maybe... maybe Lu Zhimo leaked the news."

He was a little afraid that Xiaozheng would be angry because he said that Lu Zhimo was not good. He had never been so humble before. When Jiang Zheng pointed a gun at his heart, all his blind confidence and confidence disappeared.

Although the gun misfired, the bullet still "hit" Sheng Jisong.

Jiang Zheng: "I will remind him to pay attention to the people around him. He should have rushed here when he knew something happened to me?"

Sheng Jisong: "..."

"Understood, I came and was driven away by you."

"..." Sheng Jisong pretended to be magnanimous reluctantly: "Baby, if you want to see him, I can..."

"Stop, stop." Jiang Zheng paused with his hands: "What are you calling me? Baby? How old am I!"

Sheng Jisong didn't dare to sing the opposite: "I won't shout if you don't like it."

Jiang Zheng: "...Did the doctor tell you anything about...about the baby...?" He pointed out that there was no need for that in his stomach.

Sheng Jisong swallowed the truth that came to his lips: "He told you to rest well, you have a slight concussion, and nothing else."

As long as he doesn't pierce the window paper, he can use this unfounded child to keep Jiang Zheng by his side longer.

"Oh..." Didn't you find out?Jiang Zheng thought about it again, and it was not impossible. His head was injured and he didn't need to check his stomach, and seeing Sheng Jisong's calm expression, it didn't seem like he should behave after he found out that he had been cheated.

Probably because there is really no gangbang!

He stayed in the hospital for two days with peace of mind. Although it was only a slight concussion, he couldn't avoid vomiting and dizziness. I went to the window and wanted to see the scenery, but I was startled by the dense crowd of reporters downstairs. Because there were so many people, the security guards couldn't stop them. At this time, I drove into an ambulance, but was blocked halfway. The doctor hurriedly asked the reporter to get out of the way for help, but the crowd couldn't move away.

Song Zhi went to the window and saw this scene, he frowned, and asked the bodyguards to go downstairs to clear the way for the ambulance on the phone.

Gu Yun guessed what was going on: "Are they here to take pictures of me?"

Song Zhi: "The incident on the street was too much trouble, and the media in the whole south of the city gathered downstairs. The people sent by Mr. Sheng couldn't control the scene. Although they were all soldiers, they couldn't shoot at the reporters. , was simply helpless.”

Song Zhi's phone call was quite efficient, and soon several burly bodyguards turned against the crowd to open a way for the ambulance to the emergency room.

Gu Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Song Zhi, "You can go through the discharge procedures for me, and stop causing trouble to the hospital."

Song Zhi: "For your physical considerations, you may need to ask your doctor for advice."

Gu Yun: "Hand over my medical records to Yu Xiao, he is more reliable than the doctors in Guimeng."

Song Zhi had heard about Mrs. Gu, and knew that although this statement was a bit harsh, it was an ironclad fact.

Sheng Jisong knew that Xiaozheng was forced to leave the hospital early, so he didn't say much. After asking the doctor in detail to confirm that there was no serious problem, he secretly drove him home that night. Early the next morning, Song Zhi deliberately released him. With the news of Gu Yun's discharge from the hospital last night, the reporters had no targets to snipe, so they naturally dispersed, and the order in the hospital finally returned to normal.

The winter in Tiannan also passed quietly, almost rejuvenating overnight.

Jiang Zheng took off his heavy sweater and changed into light clothes. He likes to curl up on the hanging chair on the balcony on the second floor, lazily basking in the sun.

Song Zhi finally had time to visit Sheng's house in his personal capacity. He brought many special products. Jiang Zheng remembered that his hometown was a coastal dependent country. The economy was not developed, but there were many delicious foods.

Song Zhi filled the table with the special products he brought, and enthusiastically introduced to Sheng Jisong how to eat these snacks to make them taste good. Sheng Jisong has recently fallen in love with cooking and is very interested in these semi-processed seafood, so he put them Listening carefully, at some point, Jiang Zheng came to him after smelling it.

"Is there any juice? I'm just thirsty." He picked up the glass of rose-red liquid with a fruity aroma and took a sip. Song Zhi smiled and said, "This is the fruit wine made by my family."

"You can't touch wine!" Sheng Jisong snatched the cup, but it was too late, Gu Yun swallowed half of the cup.

Seeing that both of them were stunned, Jiang Zheng thought he was drinking some kind of poisoned wine.

"I drink very well! A thousand glasses won't pour me... hiccup~"

His cheeks were already flushed, and he was almost drunk with the naked eye.

"Hey, why do you keep moving? Why are there two trees?"

"..." Your soul will last a thousand cups, but your body will be drunk after one cup!

Sheng Jisong hugged his wobbly body, and said to Song Zhi, "He's drunk, why don't you go back first?"

"Oh, oh, okay, then I'll go first." Song Zhi realized that he seemed to have gotten into trouble, and hurried away.

After sending the guests away, Sheng Jisong wanted to take Gu Yun back to the house, and ordered someone to make hangover soup by the way.

"Hmm...itch..."

"Where does it itch?"

Jiang Zheng wanted to scratch the back of his head, Sheng Jisong quickly pressed his hand: "The scab will itch, don't scratch."

Jiang Zheng: "I'm going to bask in the sun, and grow taller in the sun, and I want to grow taller than you!"

"..." Is this why you love to bask in the sun?

Sheng Jisong: "You are drunk, go to bed first."

"Who are you?! Dare I say I'm drunk? You know I... um..." Jiang Zheng opened his eyes a little bit, although he was still drunk, he poked Sheng Jisong's nose fiercely, trying to get his head right , always poked his mouth, but his momentum remained undiminished: "Do you know what Lao Tzu's nickname is in the world?"

Sheng Jisong was amused by the way he was tugging, and was quite curious: "What is it?"

"Hmph, speaking out scares you!" Jiang Zheng gave a thumbs up with his right hand and pointed at himself: "Jiang! Wu! Song!"

"Pfft—hahahahahaha!" Sheng Jisong put his arms around him, leaned closer, and kissed his forehead: "Have you admitted that your surname is Jiang?"

Jiang Xiaozheng, who was drunk, couldn't grasp the point at all, and was still emphasizing: "I can drink [-] bowls of wine that is not enough for three bowls! Just a glass of fruit wine... Don't try to stop me from going up the mountain to fight tigers!"

Sheng Jisong: "Hahahahahahaha!" This is definitely the happiest time he has laughed in the past three years.

Feiji, who sensed the happiness of his master, also became excited: [If you think Mr. Gu is cute, I can record this beautiful memory for you two in the future. 】

Sheng Jisong: "Record it." Taking advantage of Jiang Zheng's drunkenness, he hugged him, kissed his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and the bead of his lips, not sparing a single place.

Jiang Zheng felt hot and sticky all over his body. He pushed Sheng Jisong away, turned his body for half a turn, and barely stabilized. His blurred eyes were erratic, and he suddenly pointed to a sculpture of a dancer on the table for viewing. , pointing at Sang and scolding Huai: "Sheng Jisong, who are you showing your head and posing for?"

Sheng Jisong: "......"

He took the initiative to walk up to Jiang Zheng's finger, feeling that it was an honor to be scolded by Xiao Zheng, and he couldn't let the sculpture take advantage of it.

sculpture:"................."

Jiang Zheng turned around on the spot, grabbed the feather duster from the butler's hand, and shouted: "Wu Song fights the tiger!"

Sheng Jisong: "???"

Before he could react, a red mark had been drawn on the back of his hand!

"Pull the weeping willow upside down!"

Got stabbed in the stomach.

"Sheng Lang, get up and drink your medicine."

The remaining wine on the table was poured on Sheng Jisong, cooling down the heart.

Jiang Zheng glanced at him and asked strangely, "Why don't you hide?"

He threw the feather duster: "If you don't hide, how can I play?"

Sheng Jisong came to his senses, he ran a few steps tentatively, Jiang Zheng immediately ignited his fighting spirit, chased him and shouted to kill him, they ran around the huge living room three times, smashed two antique vases, smashed a pillow crooked The TV, chicken feathers flew all over the place.

The butler was dumbfounded.

Finally, finally, Jiang Zheng was tired, lying on the table, looking like he was about to calm down.

Hangover soup is also made.

Sheng Jisong, who was in a mess, sat beside him, shook off the chicken feathers on his body, and scooped up a spoonful of ganoderma lucidum hangover soup: "Enough of the trouble, drink this soup, it will make you feel better."

"...Is it Mengpo soup?" Jiang Zheng muttered vaguely, and the others couldn't hear clearly, but Sheng Jisong could understand.

"I am dead."

If Jiang Zheng's drunkenness can be divided into two stages, he is now turning from hyperactivity to depression.

"I'm dead, I'm dead." He kept repeating these three words, almost cutting Sheng Jisong's heart with a blade.

"Xiao Zheng, you are not dead, you are living well."

Qi Bo's back felt cold: Mr. Sheng is really crazy, calling Jiang Zheng's name to Gu Yun, crazy crazy!

The scent of hangover soup overflowed, Jiang Zheng leaned closer and smelled it, and thought it was quite fragrant: "Mengpo soup? I heard that drinking Mengpo soup can forget everything."

Sheng Jisong followed his words and asked: "...Who do you want to forget?"

Jiang Zheng laughed to himself, and took a while to answer: "The first person to forget is myself. I am unhappy in life, and I don't want to remember these unhappiness, and I don't want to..."

"The reason why I am unhappy in life is because of that name, what is it called, what kind of pine is it containing?"

"......"

"I remember, Sheng Jisong, I want to forget him too, he made me hurt so much, forget it, forget it all."

He resolutely picked up "Meng Po Soup" and poured it into his mouth, just like pulling the trigger that day.

He drank too fast and choked, Jiang Zheng coughed, and Sheng Jisong patted him on the back.

He asked Jiang Zheng: "You want to forget me, why do you still come to me? Why do you still want to marry me?"

"..." Jiang Zheng looked at him intently, seemingly drunk, but only for two seconds, Sheng Jisong was already extremely disturbed, he was afraid that Xiao Zheng would wake up.

"Of course there is a purpose." Jiang Zheng replied innocently, and he didn't shy away from it when he was drunk.

Sheng Jisong: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"AI...and"

Jiang Zheng frowned, he looked at Sheng Jisong, his watery eyes flashed with gentle killing intent:

"I want you to die."

He closed his eyes, crashed into the arms of his enemy, and fell asleep completely.

Sheng Jisong hugged him, the answer was expected and reasonable.

He whispered in Jiang Zheng's ear and promised:

"Baby, I will make your wish come true."