Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

In the living room of the guest room, Dr. Du was standing by the sofa, carefully treating Jing Moqing's wound with tweezers.

Blood spread along the lines of his white shirt, like brilliant red peonies, shockingly gorgeous.

There was also a strong smell of blood and a pungent alcohol smell in the living room.

The two flavors are mixed together, which makes people dizzy and uncomfortable.

With just one glance, Shan Yuting knew without asking about the situation that Jing Moqing suffered a gunshot wound. Fortunately, the shot was a little bit off, so there was no penetrating shoulder injury.

Jing Moqing's face was pale due to blood loss. After hearing Shan Yuting's voice, she turned half of her body, raised her eyes to look at him, and joked: "A certain person looks like he is dissatisfied... Is it because I came too soon?" Hurry, it's not the time to disturb someone's good business?"

Shan Yuting dragged a chair over and sat down opposite Jing Moqing: "Anyway, I've only been married for a few months, and my enthusiasm for mixing oil with honey cannot be compared with that of your unenthusiastic old couples.

Also, although Dunhuang is a hotel open to the public, the 85th floor and above are private sites, so you can come here whenever you want, at least let us know in advance when you want to come. "

"Unexpectedly, my brother's marriage is not only a lot more serious, but also a lot more disciplined." Jing Moqing smiled and shook her head, with a bit of envy, "I'm really not used to you already The fact that you are married, especially if it is a sudden marriage! However, I feel that you are enjoying the life of the siege after marriage, it seems that I need to get used to it."

"Hey, it sounds like you're still single. I don't know who it is. I got married three years ago, but now I want to sneak after my wife. The key is not to get close to my wife."

Hit a snake and hit seven inches, and Jing Moqing's seven inches is Luo Mingqiu.

Shan Yuting didn't know what happened to them after they got married, anyway, they were running alone and chasing after each other now, they didn't look like a normal couple.

"..."

The innocent-looking Jing Moqing didn't know how to respond to Shan Yuting, since he was young, he had never won with lip service.

While the two were chatting and laughing, Dr. Du had already taken out the bullet and was about to suture the wound.

Since there was no anesthetic, when Dr. Du was suturing, Jing Moqing's pain obviously intensified, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead, so that he didn't even have the mood to speak.

It wasn't until Dr. Du cut the suture thread, put on the medical patch, and tied the bandage that he slowly recovered.

After resting for a while, after Dr. Du left, Jing Moqing took out her phone and clicked a few times, and then a surveillance video jumped out of the phone screen.

In the video, there is a man and a woman, they are Jing Moqing and his wife Luo Mingqiu.

The important thing is that the two people in the camera are sleeping on the same bed, and their clothes are disheveled.

In the adult world, what men and women experience together is tacit.

With Shan Yuting's finger, he tapped Jing Moqing's mobile phone: "What's going on? Is it related to your injury in the attack today?"

"I suspect that someone is trying to threaten me with this and force me to withdraw from the election." Jing Moqing rubbed her eyebrows and said worriedly, "It's fortunate that I left the house early, otherwise, my wife would have to suffer too. .Now the other party is in the dark, and I am in the light. I can't risk my wife."

"What about her?"

"I'm back at my natal family. The elders in the family celebrated their birthdays. She went to celebrate her birthday and give gifts. After I was attacked, the bodyguards who followed her have stepped up their vigilance."

Shan Yuting took out a cigarette, handed one to Jing Moqing to light, and then lit one himself: "Have the bodyguards and the people from the Ministry of National Defense investigated? Is there an inner ghost? Otherwise, it would be so private." How could it be photographed?"