exclusive marriage

Chapter 16
Crazy, meeting Zuo Cheng, Jiang Xiachu's world has long been turned upside down.

"Really?" Zuo Cheng asked back with a smile, as silent as a piece of dead wood.

"Ding--"

The elevator doors opened, and their dispute was not over.Suddenly, Zuo Cheng stretched out his hand, and with force, he pulled Jiang Xiachu into his arms, turned around and entered the elevator, leaned over, and kissed her lips.The cool lips, his smell, he has been in love for 11 years.

Shame is like a rapidly climbing rope, tugging at every part of Jiang Xiachu's perception.She retreated, her lips and teeth tightly guarded, but Zuo Cheng greedily plundered every inch of her lips.

Their kiss is war.Biting and tugging at each other until the smell of blood was strong, overflowing the corners of their lips, it was his blood.

The elevator door closed, and he was isolated from her in a space of two square meters. The smell of blood became stronger, hers and his.He let go and left her lips, her taste still remained at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Xiachu's eyes were full of bone-biting hatred, and she wiped away the breath belonging to Zuo Cheng from the corner of her mouth with her blood-stained palm, repeatedly until the corner of her mouth turned red: "It turns out that your blood is also red." She stared at Zuo Cheng's lips with red eyes The corners were faintly red, mocking extremely, "That's right, even if you use other people's blood, it should be dyed red."

How many people's blood was stained in Zuocheng?Jiang Xiachu didn't know, she only knew that there was her sister, Qiancheng's.

"Stained with my blood, no one is alive." His face was cold, as if he was born with domineering, making people have no doubt about his words.

"I'm an exception, I know you won't kill me, should I thank you?" He sneered again, "But your blood, I think it's dirty." Jiang Xiachu sneered sternly.

For such an exception, maybe others would be grateful to Dade, but Jiang Xiachu would rather not have it.

She doesn't doubt that this man loves her, but this man's love is so crazy that it wipes out her world, if possible, she doesn't want it.

Zuo Cheng was silent, that was a fact he couldn't deny.She said that she thinks he is dirty, yes, the world in Zuocheng has been dirty for a long time, he just needs to protect this girl for a clean day, if it is dirty, it will be dirty.

The elevator door opened, silently, and then closed again. Then, Jiang Xiachu stopped, turned around, and went in the opposite direction. Zuo Cheng couldn't see the red marks on the corner of the white skirt clearly, because she gradually walked away.

Another back view, what she left for Zuo Cheng will always be a back view.

"Ding——" the door closed, and he was the only one left in Zuocheng's world, and suddenly he was afraid of this emptiness.

"Zuo Cheng, she's right." The corners of Zuo Cheng's lips curled up mockingly, "You're really hopeless." The loss swept across two square meters.

She hated him and wished that he died so that she could escape.

He loved her and wished she would die so that he could keep her.

It was him who broke her wings and made life worse than death, but he couldn't stop.

He is hopeless...

In the basement, the documents on the ground were alone, and then picked up by one hand.

After the rain, the top floor.Unbelievably quiet.

The black ceiling, the black diamond chandelier, the black desk, and the mysterious chateau in the black wine cabinet.

Zuocheng's world is all black, and he loves all black, because his world should be like this, and poppies bloom in the black night.

The only thing is, Zuo Cheng fell in love with Jiang Xiachu who was once a blank sheet of paper.

In Zuocheng's world, everything is actually fixed, and there are no high-sounding changes.He only drinks chateau, he only uses black sheets, he hates all lights, he only wants Jiang Xiachu.

The murderous Zuo Cheng was actually so simple, he in black fell in love with her in white.

Standing on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the height of the 49th floor can overlook the whole city, but there is nothing, nothing, no Jiang Xiachu, Zuo Cheng gets closer, gets closer, still does not see the figure who just wants to escape.

A long time ago, he imprisoned her, and she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows like this, looking far, far away. Is this the cycle of cause and effect?

What the young master was looking at, he didn't even know he came in.Uncle Jin moved his steps cautiously. That lonely figure was his young master, who he had guarded with his life for more than ten years. Also willing.

"Uncle Jin, is she gone?" Zuo Cheng spoke softly, but a little heavy, with tiredness.

"Let's go, from the basement." Uncle Jin didn't approach, and stood far away, looking at the sky that the young master was looking at. The very blue sky was white in the young master's eyes.

"Why didn't you see her?" His gaze was still longing for the place under the transparent window, Zuo Cheng let go of the cold, "Under the window, no."

Zuocheng, which is not wrapped in cold, turned out to be so lonely, like a hollowed-out puppet, empty under the most delicate appearance.

In a word, it made Uncle Jin feel heavy, never before. When did his young master become like this, Uncle Jin was heartbroken, and replied, "We've gone too far, Miss Jiang left before the elevator reached the 49th floor."

The cruel fact, but Uncle Jin wants Zuo Cheng to know that that woman's heart is too cold, it's not worth it.A trace of hatred penetrated into the uncle's heart, and then disappeared, he couldn't hate it, it was the young master's life.

"She's so impatient."

Zuo Cheng smiled, his pale smile imprinted a large swath of gloom on his face.

Zuo Cheng turned around, the gloom in his eyes had not yet faded away.He went straight to the wine cabinet made of black glass and poured a glass of wine.

The most common glass, filled with dark red chateau.

Except for Uncle Jin, no one else knows that this cup is the only thing Jiang Xiachu left in Zuo's house, a deep red chateau, because Jiang Xiachu once said: Only a deep red chateau can cover Zuo Cheng's blood.

Zuocheng regards Jiang Xiachu's sarcastic words as his belief, what kind of affection should it be to reach such a point.

Zuo Cheng sat down, leaning slightly against the back of the chair, with a frozen and tired face, he looked at the glass in his hand, as if talking to himself: "She really looks like this glass, it's transparent, and it doesn't hide her hatred at all. "

"Jiang Xiachu didn't bother to hide it, that's all she did to you. Uncle Jin swallowed all the words that came to his lips, such words must hurt people, even if it is to deceive the young master.Uncle Jin couldn't bear it, and teased: "The master once said that if a person still hates, it means that he hasn't died yet."

Just pray that the girl's heart is not dead yet.The only thing Uncle Jin can do is the entanglement between these two people is powerless for him.

"I can't see her clearly." Zuo Cheng used a lot of strength to say the weak words.

I can't see clearly, so I can't grasp it anymore, Jiang Xiachu is like sand in my hand, leaking out continuously, leaking out the world of Zuocheng.

Uncle Jin looked at Zuo Cheng, his eyes stained with vicissitudes were wet.But he couldn't say a word, what to say, what to say.

(End of this chapter)