My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

The host on the stage was eloquent and made the atmosphere tense. The winner of the lottery also pretended to be nervous and wiped the unnecessary sweat from his brow, and read aloud: "The winner of the best composer is——"

The voice paused, the spotlight came on, and the nominees were scanned one by one.

The middle-aged lottery winner in his early 40s said with great enthusiasm: "The winner of the best composer is——Wen Shihao!"

Then, there was thunderous applause, and the spotlight fell on the middle of the third row. The woman stood up slowly, showing a decent and sweet smile.

The rising star of songwriting, Wen Shihao, was known to the media group for the first time at this kind of award show.

Su Qing turned to look at Jiang Jiusheng, why did she feel that there was something shady about it? The newcomer made his debut, and the first song was sung by Tianhou. I'm sorry for the golden finger of others.

Jiang Jiusheng discussed the matter: "I've heard this song from Mo Bing before, and it's very good." His eyes fell on the center of the stage, where the woman was holding a trophy and smiling, and Jiang Jiusheng commented calmly, "I have a hunch that she will be Another dark horse in the music scene."

He won the grand prize with one song. With the ability and resources, it is only a matter of time before he becomes popular.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead." Su Qing looked at Jiang Jiusheng with his chin up, trying to find some waves on her face, but there were no waves at all. That guy still looked calm and lazy, Su Qing found it amazing , "Why don't you have any sense of crisis at all?"

"Maybe it's because," Jiang Jiusheng thought for a while, seriously, "I'm tired of winning this award."

Su Qing: "..."

Actually speechless.

Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Jiusheng won the best composition award for three years in a row, and it really doesn't make sense to award it to her again. It is estimated that the judging team has also considered this issue, as if taking advantage of the situation to change to a new face.

However, the winner of the Best Female Singer is everyone's expectation-Jiang Jiusheng, the queen of rock and roll.

The scream was deafening, and she deserved it. In the sluggish music world of the record market, Jiang Jiusheng used his strength to set a sales record in the past ten years. "Sheng Sheng" has been rated as one of the most collectible albums by contemporary music masters, whether it is lyrics, production, or singing ability of the singer , are impeccable.

After the lottery winner finished speaking, there was thunderous applause, the spotlight was on, and the face was covered with bright eyes. It was Jiang Jiusheng, with a pair of peach eyes that seemed to be able to smile, and they were slightly closed.

Neither humble nor overbearing, she stepped onto the stage in a calm manner, with the corners of her lips slightly parted, with a faint smile, three parts lazy and seven parts calm. .

What a cat-like woman, mysterious and lazy.

"Congratulations."

The prize winner handed over the trophy with both hands, and Jiang Jiusheng smiled slightly: "Thank you."

After receiving the trophy, she walked to the floor-standing microphone, lowered her head, kissed the base, and then lifted it up. The audience burst into thunderous applause.

The microphone was turned up to the maximum, and Jiang Jiusheng's voice was still low and hoarse, like when she just woke up, it was her unique bubbly voice: "My fans must be most concerned about my hands now."

As soon as she spoke, hundreds of thousands of fans fell silent.

Lifting the hand with the plaster on it, Jiang Jiusheng calmly adjusted the height of the microphone, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, even if you fall, you can still hold the guitar."

When the words fell, the fans shouted.

"Jiang Jiusheng!"

"Jiang Jiusheng!"

"Jiang Jiusheng!"

Uniform voices, no more, no less, three times, loud and public, but not obtrusive, Jiang Jiusheng's fans seem to be approaching their idols, and they have learned Jiang Jiusheng's neither arrogance nor impetuosity.

Finally, it was the acceptance speech, which was Jiang Jiusheng's consistent style, simple and direct.

"Thank you to the organizer, thank you to the fans." Bowing down to pay tribute, she smiled, not saying much and not stealing the spotlight, "I'm Jiang Jiusheng."

As always, calm and breezy, as always arrogant and handsome.

A shout broke out from the audience at the right time: "Master Sheng, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

host:"……"

How to pick this up?

"If I can," Jiang Jiusheng unhurriedly blinked her twinkling eyes in the direction of the fan formation, "if my future husband doesn't mind."

The pupils are like cut pupils, looking forward to brilliance.

It's really attractive.

The male host withdrew his unknowingly dazed gaze, and quickly grasped the topic: "Then what type does Shengsheng like?"

Jiang Jiusheng thought for a while, and answered honestly: "You have beautiful hands."

The male host looked down at his hand, and couldn't continue. Of course, there was no need to activate the atmosphere, and the scene was boiling.

In the guest seats, listen carefully, someone is whispering.

"Is this the first time Jiang Jiusheng has won the Best Female Singer?"

"the third time."

"It seems that the Chinese music scene is really about to become the light rock world."

Three or two women are all singers, and it is inevitable that there is a bit of sour taste in the words, but since it is a public place, the arrogance is restrained, and the man beside him sneered openly.

"Audience tastes are really getting more and more vulgar."

As soon as the man finished speaking, someone kicked the back of the chair. He turned his head in dissatisfaction, and was about to explode when he saw the man.

"Young Master Feng." The man lowered his voice, not as arrogant as before.

Zheng Yi, a singer under Qin's Entertainment, has been tepid since her debut for five years.

Yu Wen charged up and raised his eyelids, and said flatly: "Is there no one in Tianyu?"

"..."

Tianyu is notorious for being young and protecting his weaknesses, especially for Jiang Jiusheng, who is a favorite of his own daughter, and it hurts enough to put it in the eyeballs.

Zheng Yi turned his head away and fell silent.

Unfortunately, it's not over yet.

In the front row, Xie Dang got off the VIP seat, found an empty seat and sat down, then glanced back at Zheng Yi.

"Can you play the guitar?"

Zheng Yi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Then can you play the cello?"

Shaking his head again, his face was already dark.

Xie Dang turned sideways, with one hand resting on the back of the chair: "What about writing lyrics and music?"

Zheng Yi couldn't answer, his face was ashen-colored.

Xie Dang pulled the corners of his lips, and smiled: "Jiang Jiusheng knows everything." He leaned forward a little, lay on the back of the chair, and pretended not to be paying attention, "She is not vulgar than you, but you are more trash than him."

Zheng Yi was dripping with sweat, unable to answer a word.

The young son of the Xie family, who would dare to mess with the music world.

The camera came over suddenly, Xie Dang hooked the corners of his mouth towards the camera as if nothing had happened, but he was wearing a suit but smiled like a monster. Gong pulled your face into a South American mud horse, and then went to my old man Xie to file a complaint, he knows it all over the world, if someone trips you, he can throw you to death!"

Zheng Yi: "..."

"It's time for me to draw the lottery." Xie Dang lazily stood up and waved at the camera.

The female singer next to her praised: "Mr. Xie, your hands are so beautiful."

Xie Dang curled his lips and smiled harmlessly: "Of course."

Do you know how to coax Mr. Xie's family to be happy? Praise his hand! Praise to death! Have you got the skill yet?

Xie Xiaogong went to the stage to draw the lottery with a natural wool curl on his head.

The entire awards show lasted for one and a half hours. The host controlled the venue very well. The ceremony ended on time at 9:30, and it went smoothly step by step. If there were a few special hot spots to be caught, singer Xu Qingjiu was one of them.

Xu Qingjiu left the table suddenly at halftime, and he didn't show up again. The most popular male singer was accepted by his manager on stage. The official statement was: Sudden feeling of discomfort.

"Suddenly feeling unwell?" Su Qing chuckled, "What kind of tricks are you playing?"

These two people are really sharp.

After all the guests in the awards hall had almost left, Jiang Jiusheng got up unhurriedly: "I wanted to ask just now, how did you get the pants?"

Su Qing put his hands in his trouser pockets: "I snatched it from the men's restroom."

Jiang Jiusheng took a few glances: "It looks familiar."

"I think so too." Su Qing clicked his tongue twice, tugged on his baggy pants, quite satisfied, "Not bad, the taste is good."

The two of them had just pushed the door out of the awards hall when they came crashing down with a loud roar.

"Su Qing!"

－－－－－Off Topic－－－－－

Shi Jin: Is it time for me to appear?

President Gu: Take it easy and don't be impatient.

Shi Jin: You can go now.

President Gu: The boat scene is skipped.

Shi Jin: Little ancestor.

President Gu: Hey! Then call the president to listen.

Shi Jin: ...

President Gu: When will the boat show be on?

Shi Jin: President.

President Gu: You can start preparing the sheets.

Shi Jin: Are three things enough?

President Gu: Seven!

The above is purely a spoof. Is my family, Shi Jin, the kind of person who doesn't care about moral integrity just for boat scenes? I don't know, anyway, I'm the kind of person who threatens you with a boat show and call me Fairy President!