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Chapter 120 Don't worry if I'm here (3)
It was late at night, Zuo Cheng stood guard outside Jiang Xiachu's door, and did not return to the study until she fell asleep, Uncle Jin was already waiting there.

"What's the matter?" Zuo Cheng half leaned against the sofa, pulled up his tie, his shirt was half unbuttoned, and gently rubbed between his eyebrows with his fingertips.

On Zuo Cheng, there was a strange charm.

Uncle Jin just looked up for a moment and then lowered his eyes, out of instinctive respect: "The news came from Lingjiang Radio Station. Moreover, Lingjiang is a bit tricky. Zhang Aotian became suspicious, and temporarily invested in Lingjiang."

As expected, this matter is not only a scandal, but also a strategy.

Zuo Cheng frowned, pondered for a moment and lightened his thin lips, coldly and madly: "Buy Lingjiang under the pretext."

Uncle Jin was very surprised, and it took a long time before he replied: "I will do it as soon as possible." After a pause, "Zhang Aotian actually noticed something, maybe someone has been planted in Zuo's house."

Zuo Cheng said nothing, the slightly drooping long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyelids, and the expression in the eyes could not be seen, Uncle Jin couldn't guess, so he remained silent.

After a while, suddenly, Zuo Cheng raised his heavy eyes, the pupils like splashed ink were cold and cold: "Those who shouldn't be kept should be cleaned up."

Just a light sentence, full of murderous intent.This man, taking someone's life is just a word that is neither hot nor hot.

Uncle Jin is always deliberate, looking forward and backward, after weighing the pros and cons, he said: "Zhang Aotian will definitely doubt it."

"Even if he doesn't do anything, he will doubt it."

Zuo Cheng's analysis of one sentence was thorough, and Zhang Aotian's suspicion was right.

Uncle Jin nodded in agreement, and didn't say anything else. His young master, even if Jiang Xiachu was in chaos because of concern, he was still the undoubted master. To him, it was easy to play tricks.

Zuo Cheng pondered for a while, lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and opened his thin lips lightly. After a little lingering smoke, a pair of pupils were shockingly bright, but there was a deadly decadent beauty in his laziness.

Zuo Cheng seldom smokes, let alone this kind of smoking that hurts the liver and lungs the most.

Jiang Xiachu, what a disaster in Zuocheng.

Suddenly, Zuo Cheng said, "Who revealed it?"

Zuo Cheng's voice was extremely cold, and even Uncle Jin broke into a cold sweat: "Anonymous, except for that video, there is no trace left. It's not for money."

After the cigarette was extinguished, Zuo Cheng's unresolved eyes glanced at the flames, which lit up the stars outside the window, three words, solemnly: "Lin Qingyan."

Such determination is not arrogance, but preciseness.

This man is shrewd and terrifying, and Uncle Jin was startled. For this unfathomable man, apart from being surprised, there was also a kind of fear in his consciousness. He carefully asked: "Master, why don't you suspect Ye Zaixi? The video, the motive... I have the same." It's not a question, it's already an instinct to believe in anything Zuo Cheng said.I'm just curious as to why this man got it right.

"If it were him, it would be a very good opportunity at the gate of Tianyu today. Like me, he didn't show up either." The eyes were as black as ink that couldn't be dizzy, and there was no reflection, and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger. The coldness that didn't dare to look directly covered his eyes.

Same as me... the wording of the four words is especially cold, Zuocheng, no man can tolerate or plot against his woman.

With a murderous look, Uncle Jin felt a chill down his spine, and he knew in his heart that Ye Zaixi, a man, could not be alone. His young master's ability to protect his wife and possessiveness were too terrifying.Ask carefully: "What should I do?"

After a moment of silence, the man got up, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, the stars outside the window turned cold in his eyes, and he said lightly, "Love failed, the main character was injured at work, stop filming and deal with it."

Love failed to stop filming, and Uncle Jin couldn't figure out a specific number in his mind for the loss.

Uncle Jin was shocked, he hesitated to speak, and finally took orders to go out.

Forget it, Zuo Cheng was willing to spend money just to vent his anger on his woman, who would dare to say anything.

In just one day, the golden song "Jiang Xia Chu Hengdao Seizes Love" was like a snowball, rolling over every street and alley in Shanghai, and it was full of enthusiasm inside and outside the circle.

Usually, gossip is like the plum rain in the yellow plum season, endless, but this time after one night, it disappeared for the first time. We all know that we should not speak nonsense about this matter, and those who are bold just cover their mouths and murmur: "There is someone behind Jiang Xiachu."

It's just that this person, whether it is Ye Zaixi or not remains to be investigated, and it is still an unsolved mystery.

No, Lingjiang Radio Station, the origin of this news, is also unusual.

Guan Xin was doing her makeup in the dressing room, and she was flipping through the documents in her hand, all of which were from Jiang Xiachu. Guan Ai was absolutely right, this woman was born to eat the media.

The director of Lingjiang came in on tiptoe, with a look of hesitation on his face.

Guan Xin looked up and glanced at the person in the mirror: "What's the matter?"

The head of Taiwan seemed to be in a dilemma, he hesitated: "Guan Xin, the news about Jiang Xiachu is on your hand, let's stop today."

Guan Xin flicked through the materials for a moment, raised his eyes, and said in a calm tone, "What's the reason?"

The head of the station was a little bit struggling, and he couldn't offend his superiors. This aunt with strength and background couldn't offend her either. After weighing it carefully, she replied, "All the newspapers and media have shut up. Someone behind Jiang Xiachu has made a move."

"Have you put pressure on Lingjiang too?" Putting down the things in his hand, he turned to look at the head of the station, "In the media industry, blockade and pressure are common, but this is the first time Lingjiang has regressed and kept it. It seems that the pressure is not enough. Small."

There are only a handful of people in Shanghai who have this ability. Jiang Xiachu is really a mystery, which makes people more and more curious.

The director shut up for a while: "This time it's different, it's not pressure, it's the decision of the board of directors."

"The board of directors has been mobilized, it's not easy." It sounded like a casual tone, but there was a sense of mystery in every word.

This woman was born with more exquisite skills than human beings.

Only then did the director feel that his mouth was quick, and he cleared his throat: "In short, just stop the news."

Guan Xin lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking. After pondering for a while, she took the information and explained, "In that case, I'm on vacation." Then he left the dressing room.

"It seems that this matter is not over yet." The director muttered to himself.

The underground parking lot was a bit dark, Guan Xin was sitting in the car, flipping through the documents in his hand repeatedly, and sighed with a half-smile: "Jiang Xiachu, who are you?"

Looking up, a black Haojue passed by the car window, and with just one glance, all of Guan Xin's sights were captured.

This car... Zuo Cheng only loves this black Haojue.

The sky in Shanghai has changed, and the sky in Lingjiang has also changed. This kind of means... is very similar to Zuocheng.

(End of this chapter)