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Chapter 111 Please Accumulate Virtue for Me (2)
The fake show is real... This chip is very useful.Guan Xin let go, the cold sweat on the palm of his hand, the hanging heart slowly settled down, and then he tightened it again, feeling a little sore.Zuo Cheng regressed, and she won the bet, but she just thought it was absurd, and smiled wryly: "I really don't give it a chance. Looking into Zuo Cheng's eyes, she smiled half-smile, and really wanted to know, if you really fell in love with someone What will it be like?" An almost crazy idea popped into my mind, and it quickly grew wantonly: There should not be such a person who can be loved by Zuo Cheng.

Buddhists always say that there is a type of person in this world who can overturn clouds and rain and control life and death, and this type of person is destined to be more ruthless than others.Guan Xin thought that Zuo Cheng was probably this kind of person.

Weiran, Zuo Cheng replied like this: "Understood, it's not good for you."

He didn't deny, or even keep silent, that there really was such a person.It seems that something is broken in my heart, and it hurts sharply.The smile on Guan Xin's lips froze, he parted his lips, and only uttered two words: "Yes."

Jiang Xiachu... Inexplicably, such a name flashed in her mind, and then she ignored it for no reason.

"Is there anything else?" The taciturn man never bothered to hide, even if he was impatient.

She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then raised her eyes: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"No." His decisiveness was chilling, and he always had a stingy expression.

The fingertips holding the cup trembled slightly, but the tone was extremely calm: "That ring—"

Before finishing talking, Zuo Cheng answered the phone: "What's the matter?"

Guan Xin let out a laugh and said no more. She never had the courage to speak about such a thing.

"No need to look for it." After hanging up the phone, Zuo Cheng got up and left without saying a word.

By coincidence, she stretched out her hand to grab Zuo Cheng, his fingertips were cold.

Zuo Cheng's heavy pupils narrowed slightly, and the brows were extremely cold, Guan Xin couldn't help shivering, and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

She actually forgot that this man doesn't like to be close to others, so she smiled without showing any embarrassment: "Going?"

"I have something to do." There was something like panic in Zuo Cheng's eyes, and there was a pool of ink black.

"Is it urgent?" After asking, he looked at Zuo Cheng stubbornly.

Zuo Cheng was silent.

It turns out that silence can hurt people invisible.

"Shouldn't I say something? At least I still have the title of girlfriend." She got up, and met Shang Zuo Cheng's eyes, with a kind of determination to ignore it.

Guan Xin, she really doesn't look like herself anymore, a Zuocheng shattered the reserved pride she had held on to for more than 20 years.

But what about that man?Even his eyes were stingy, and he turned indifferently.

Standing there, watching the man walk away, Guan Xin mocked and sneered, "What a hateful man."

It's just that she couldn't let go of this hateful man even more.

Looking at the untouched cup of coffee in Zuo Cheng, she smiled desolately: "Is there really such a person who makes you think so hard? That ring——"

Suddenly Zuo Cheng's words echoed in his mind: Don't be curious, let alone speculate.

The voice lost its vitality, and it was difficult for her to open her lips.Zuo Cheng turned her into the type of woman who deceived herself and avoided cowardice.

She shook her head, let it go, started, left, with a sneer on her lips.

At this time, the sun was in full bloom, and there were few people on the street. At a glance, two women walked on the street not far from the World Trade Center.

The sun made it hard to keep one's eyes open, Guan Ai narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Xiachu: "What about now? Do you want to go back?"

"Yeah." His face remained unchanged, his eyes were cold, and there was no trace of summer heat.

Guan Ai rolled his eyes, feeling a sense of indignation: "Why don't you even have the fighting spirit to escape?"

"Because it's futile." Jiang Xiachu said concisely, with a kind of indifference of resignation.

Well, to someone like Jiang Xiachu who has no desires and no desires, it is too wild to say that his fighting spirit is too unrestrained. Then he changed the subject, with a cynical expression on his face: "I don't believe that Zuo Cheng can really cover the sky with one hand, there is always—"

"Early summer."

The two words entered Guan Ai's ears coldly.

"Zuocheng?!" Guan Ai muttered, a word flashed in his mind: ghosts linger.The angry words that were originally full of anger suddenly died, like a deflated ball, "Well, I admit that he only covers the sky with one hand." Turning around, he smiled wickedly at Zuo Cheng, "Brother-in-law-to-be is here! So fast."

This guy, his face can change really fast.Turning around to look at Jiang Xiachu with a hippie smile, seeing Jiang Xiachu's slightly pale face, he smiled resentfully.

The window of the car was half open, and the man in the car only uttered two words: "Get in the car."

Guan Ai was clever: My good fellow, the cold drink just now is not as effective in cooling down as Zuo Cheng's words.On the other hand, Jiang Xiachu turned a deaf ear and said, "Guan Ai, I'll go back first." Without looking at Zuo Cheng, he directly sat in the back seat.

Guan Ai stood there just wanting to shiver, using his toes to figure out whose blessing he owed, no matter how scornful he was, he still smiled harmlessly: "Brother-in-law-to-be, treat my Xia Chu well." Bowed his head Leaning to the car window, he didn't forget to say earnestly, "Oh, don't forget to dump my sister earlier."

The profile of the man in the car was unbelievably handsome, and he was also in a mess.

With a bang, she shifted gears directly, and drove away in Guan Ai's stupid gap, throwing her a body of hot wind, and her skirt flew wildly, Guan Ai frantically pulled her skirt, while yelling at the rear of the car that was going away. : "Grandma, bullying my old lady doesn't have a car, right?"

After cursing a few more words in a low voice, he swallowed a bad breath.

Along the way, Zuocheng was silent, and Jiang Xiachu would not stir up topics. The atmosphere was so depressing that it was suffocating. Outside the car window, the summer wind was hot and the people in the car were gloomy.

The car was parked in the courtyard of Zuo's house. Just as Jiang Xiachu touched the car door, Zuo Cheng grabbed his wrist: "Where did you go?"

His tone was unusually calm, and there was a rising crimson fire in his cold eyes, which was a sign of his sullen anger.

Jiang Xiachu turned her head slowly, her eyes were cold and she said nothing.

His slightly cool palm tightened, burning and stinging, his eyes were like black obsidian, as if about to be swallowed by the blackness, his voice was like a string about to break, it was very tense: "Tell me, where did you go?"

Facing Shang Zuocheng's scorching gaze, she couldn't see a ripple in her eyes: "Shimao."

"Why don't you let people follow?" The brows were cloudy, and the fury in the eyes was ups and downs, as if it would drown the person in front of him at any time.

For Jiang Xiachu, Zuo Cheng connived to the point of being unprincipled, regressing again and again, as if poisonous vines had planted in Zuo Cheng's heart, waiting for a lead to bring out all the hidden guilt.

She has repeatedly touched Zuo Cheng's bottom line, and she never tires of it, such as now: "Zuo Cheng, I'm not your prisoner."

She was right, she was not his prisoner, but he was her prisoner, imprisoning all his reason, thoughts, and emotions.

The poisonous vines in his heart were clamoring wantonly again, his heart seemed to have been torn, it was so numb from the pain, only the tactile sensation in his palm was still reminding him: she belonged to him.He clenched it tightly, wishing he could use a little more force.

(End of this chapter)