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Chapter 119 Don't worry if I'm here (2)
Lin Qingyan completely forgot herself, and the man's cool lips fell in a trance.

"Isn't that Ye Zaixi and Lin Qingyan?"

"It's really them!"

"..."

There was a lot of noise in my ears, the surging crowd, the sound of footsteps approaching, and even the dazzling flashing lights, but Lin Qingyan couldn't hear or see.A firework seems to be blooming in my mind, the fragrance of April.

They had known each other for ten years, eight years as an on-screen couple, except in dramas, this was the first time Ye Zaixi kissed her, it wasn't even called a kiss, just a taste of it, and it made her lose her mind.

As soon as she clicked, there was no breath of that person on her lips, she slowly opened her eyes, only to see a pair of clear to cold peach blossom eyes, only charming but not blurred.

"It should be all photographed." Ye Zaixi frowned and thought, he was very close to her, but he didn't look at her.

Lin Qingyan smiled wryly, it turned out that it was wishful thinking.

Men will really play for the support of women they care about, such as Zuo Cheng, such as Ye Zaixi, but women always deceive themselves and believe in the support of men, such as herself, such as Guan Xin.

Lin Qingyan woke up. From the dream she wove, even with a strong face, she still laughed happily. Facing all the cameras, her voice was only heard by herself and the man next to her. She was simply noisy, and she couldn't hear the loss. She asked: " Playing?"

Ye Zaixi raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile, "Otherwise?" He leaned over and leaned into her ear, "A name like fox spirit is more suitable for a woman with capital like you, but Jiang Xiachu is not suitable." The action was ambiguous, seemingly There is a distance between the two embracing people that cannot be seen by a third party.

Lin Qingyan's face froze, and she couldn't smile anymore.

It's really sad, but it's just Jiang Xiachu's shield.My heart is full of sadness, overflowing and then empty.She had never been so wronged and unwilling.

"Since it has been used, we must ask for some interest." Suddenly, she smiled at Ye Zaixi: "Then let's act well."

Ye Zaixi didn't have time to be surprised, Lin Qingyan hooked his neck, and her lips covered her lips. It wasn't just a taste, but a menacing attack on the city. It's scary for a woman to take the initiative, and even Ye Zaixi, who has been playing for more than ten years, can hardly stand it .

Ye Zaixi had only one thought at the time: Damn, for that damned woman, I'm at a great loss for sacrificing my looks.

With eyes closed, Ye Zaixichun is acting.

After a passionate kiss, the reporter frantically pressed the shutter.

After shooting the mistress and the main house, the world is in chaos.

A few luxury cars parked on the national highway, and out of the car came out a dozen men in black, standing upright, expressionless, with their heads lowered. In the middle, a woman standing facing the wind looked like Thinking, so thin and thin that it seems that a gust of wind can blow it away.

Not far away, the man hurriedly walked over from Haojue. He had an extremely handsome face, and since he saw the person he was thinking of, he softened all his cold handsomeness.

"Sir." More than a dozen men bowed to salute, a kind of respect out of instinct.

Jiang Xiachu's expression turned slightly pale, and he turned around slowly, with traces of panic still in his clear eyes, the mechanical instinct called out the man's name: "Zuocheng."

She had never called his name so calmly, and her heart was inexplicably at ease.

He approached, looked at her, didn't speak, his eyes were gentle, as if he wanted to melt her into her whole body.

She became flustered for no reason, and her tone had a kind of resentment: "You are late this time, I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I thought you wouldn't—"

Before she finished speaking, she fell into a slightly cold embrace, and beside her ears was a man's gentle voice that seemed dreamy: "It's my fault. Be good, it's okay."

Zuo Cheng brushed her hair, his movements were soft enough to make one's heart soften, it was as if a cat was scratching her heart.

She was in a trance for a long time before she found her voice, stepped back from Zuo Cheng's arms slightly, looked up into Zuo Cheng's eyes and asked, "Were you there just now?"

She didn't know why she wanted to get to the bottom of it, although it seemed intellectually meaningless.

She really doesn't look like herself anymore.

Zuo Cheng nodded slowly, his voice was so soft that it drifted into the wind: "Yes, yes." His gaze was firmly fixed on her, as if he was afraid of disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Xiachu's eyes seemed to falter for a moment, and then returned to normal, as if sighing: "It's so strange that you didn't show up." Her voice was slightly cool, as if caught in the chill of the autumn wind.Suddenly, somewhere was empty, and Jiang Xiachu didn't know why.

Zuo Cheng grabbed Jiang Xiachu's waist and held her in his arms. She was so obedient and did not move.

Leaning close to Jiang Xiachu's ear, he asked her, "Is it my fault?"

She shook her head and asserted: "No." Looking into Zuo Cheng's eyes, black and white could not tell whether it was happiness or anger, and her voice was neither painful nor itchy, "Very good, otherwise it would be even more difficult to tell."

Jiang Xiachu couldn't make assumptions, what would happen if Zuocheng appeared at that time, the result would definitely be bad, knowing that, but somehow felt aggrieved.

Zuo Cheng's eyes were as bright as the stars in the night, deep and sharp, she didn't dare to look at each other for some reason, just about to turn away her eyes, Zuo Cheng brushed her face: "You don't have to say anything, I will handle it .”

Jiang Xiachu pondered for a while: "Those things will all be found out."

She didn't dare to take chances. There is a poem that describes reporters and public opinion in this way: insist on Qingshan and not let go.

There was no flickering in her eyes, and the small movements she had when she was panicked were reflected in Zuo Cheng's eyes, feeling a little distressed, he hugged her in his arms, coaxing her softly: "No."

The woman in his left city, he couldn't bear to be wronged by her, who would dare!

She raised her eyes and looked at Zuo Cheng, feeling uneasy, flustered and frightened in her eyes: "What if?"

Just as Zuo Cheng was about to say something, his hand was suddenly grabbed by a soft and slightly cool hand, his heart tightened suddenly, and then he heard Jiang Xiachu's trembling words, his heart ached even more.

She said, "Help me."

The voice was extremely soft, but it seemed that he had used a lot of effort to pronounce the words. It sounded heavy, and the light words were like a tight thread. Zuo Cheng's heart was strangled in this way, and it hurt badly.

For the first time, Jiang Xiachu forgot about the enemy, the Chu River and the Han Realm, and said these two words to Zuo Cheng, and he was stunned after he finished speaking.

By the way, Zuo Cheng hugged the dazed Jiang Xiachu tightly, and kissed her on the brow lightly: "Don't worry, I'm here."

Jiang Xiachu was still in a daze, as if she was out of her wits and flustered, and forgot to struggle for the first time, and it was Zuo Cheng's voice lingering in her ears, which made her restless, and she just mechanically repeated the words: Don't worry ,I am here.

Suddenly, I am not afraid anymore, and my heart is at ease.

This man, he is so good at taking advantage of his unpreparedness to attack the city and conquer the land, so he can move people's hearts without making a fuss.

Jiang Xiachu, do you know that your cusp is not a reporter, but Zuo Cheng, no, you have already taken the first step towards him, and there will be a second and third step... It will only be a matter of time before the entire army is wiped out.

(End of this chapter)