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Chapter 169 The Heart is Close (2)
If she wanted such an answer, she would be humiliating herself.

quite a while--

"The result is the same."

He didn't even turn around, how could he treat another woman so tenderly after a cold sentence, "Let's go home."

From the beginning to the end, he didn't look at Guan Yu again, he hugged his woman and walked in the rain, so the tenderness was given to one person.

"Hahaha--"

In the rain, at the bow of the boat, there is only one woman left laughing, crying, bloody and rampant. This autumn is so cold.The woman on the ground hugged herself, curled up on the ground, and whispered: "The owner of that ring is really her."

Closing her eyes, the corners of her eyes were constantly shining, she hated: "Zuo Cheng, you are so ruthless."

Such an autumn, such a rainy day, she will never forget that man abandoned her without mercy.

It's cold, it's cold—

On the dam far away, the man put away the binoculars in his hand and squeezed the crutch in his hand: "Is this the end? It really is all trash."

"Zuocheng, you won another game."

The cane sounded and went away. In the rain, it was piercing and sharp.

The rain didn't know when it stopped. By the sea, a man hugged a woman tightly. Behind him, there was a row of neat footsteps.

The man held the woman's shoulders carefully, and remained silent for a long time. The sound of the rain was no longer heard. Accompanied by the slight sound of the wind, the man's voice was elegant, but slightly tinged with the chill of autumn.

"I killed him," he said.

The four words without a clue, without warning, were said with special care.

Just now, with one shot, he took his life in front of her.He didn't care, but he was afraid that she would.

The wind was still blowing, the woman's voice was very small, as light as a gnat: "Mmm."

There is only one character, indifferent and calm.

Zuo Cheng frowned slightly, paused, turned around, looked at the woman's quiet and pale face, and held her hand, slightly tighter.

As she said, she disliked his blood and cruelty the most.

Zuo Cheng was a little flustered, even more disturbed than when he killed someone just now.

Jiang Xiachu met Zuo Cheng's gaze, and said flatly, "One shot kills you, no wonder the left and right say that your marksmanship is the best in the Zuo family."

Such a sentence, the preface does not match the afterword, he doesn't know what this indifferent, sometimes cruel and heartless woman is thinking.

In the end, whether she was happy or angry made Zuo Cheng panic, he held her hand tightly, his tone was a little hasty but hesitant, and he said very hard: "It is the hand that is holding you."

Suddenly, Jiang Xiachu looked down at Zuocheng Yubai's slender hand, where a hideous wound lay across the palm.

She didn't speak, but just looked at his hand, her eyes that were hard to express, aroused all the flusteredness in Zuo Cheng: "If you don't like it——"

Before Zuo Cheng finished speaking, she raised her eyes and looked at him: "Is the injury serious? There is a lot of blood." It seemed to be regretful, like a sense of loss, "What if there is a scar on such a beautiful hand?"

Her fingertips slid across his palm, such a gentle movement.

That year, Xueli, she said, he had the most beautiful hands.

Zuo Cheng thought, even if she didn't like him, she still liked his hands.

"Then—" He suddenly stopped, as if all the words were stuck in his throat, and when he spoke again, he said with difficulty, "Aren't you afraid?"

Before meeting Zuo Cheng, Jiang Xiachu's world was completely white, so clean that there was no trace of filth. It was he who recklessly pulled her into his black domain. Open, afraid that she will retreat, afraid that she will turn around.

So, he pushed harder, and a little bit of red oozes from the scabbed wound on his palm.

She suddenly narrowed her eyes, raised her head and replied, "I'm afraid."

In the misty rain and fog, the man's eyes dimmed.

"I just suddenly understood one thing." Wiping the blood stains on his palm, she took the conversation and continued in a clear voice, "A man who will get hurt and kill for me, no matter how dangerous he is, will not hurt me,."

"Your way of doing things, your field, your cruelty, I think I'm used to it."

"Zuocheng, I'm not afraid of those, let alone you."

The autumn wind stopped suddenly, her voice was clear and clean, falling into his ears word by word, entangled and disturbed his mind, he hugged her in his arms: "Xia Chu, you know, if you melt into In my world, I can no longer tolerate you retreating."

She smiled and leaned on his heart.

Anyway, there is no way to retreat, there is no way to retreat, isn't it?
He kissed her hair, her forehead, and her red-stained shoulders again, feeling overwhelmed with distress: "I thought there was no bullet, but it hurt you." He met her eyes and said solemnly: "I'm sorry. "

He always likes to say sorry to her.

He always likes to continue to go his own way after saying sorry, tying her to death.

Jiang Xiachu frowned: "For the third time, you say these three words." His brows frowned even tighter, "Don't say these three words to me again in the future."

Suddenly I don't like these three words very much. I remember who said that these three words are most suitable for powerlessness, irresistibility, self-blame, and alienation.

Jiang Xiachu feels that none of them are suitable now.

Zuo Cheng didn't answer, he bowed his head and kissed her deeper and deeper, she was still unfamiliar with this kind of intimacy, but the corners of their lips were raised.

He was in love, his voice was so sexy, like wine, it was still on her lips and he was reluctant to leave, and he murmured softly: "Xia Chu, my Xia Chu, where should I hide you? Where should I hide you?" Can it be completely mine and only belong to me?"

Where are you hiding?I'm afraid that no matter where he hides, Zuo Cheng is also afraid, because that kind of desire is crushed and monopolized.

Jiang Xiachu smiled, and replied, "Go home."

For the first time, Jiang Xiachu called that house his home.These three words quietly grasped the softest part of Zuo Cheng's heart.

"it is good."

He embraced her, behind him, the sound of waves lingering.

Sea Breeze, please remember that there was once a man who led his favorite woman and left a row of shallow footprints. The memory is beautiful.

When the sea breeze picks up again in the coming year, please tell them that they were once happy, even if it was a little bit.

The rain stopped, it was slightly cool, but it was falling gently, fluttering, arousing Zuocheng's heartache and worry.Because Jiang Xia was drenched in the rain at the beginning of the year, Zuo Cheng was afraid that she would catch cold, so he left the pier and did not go back to Zuo’s house, but went to the nearest hotel under the name of Zuo’s family. It was cleared early in the morning, and there were many people waiting inside and out, from the Zuo family, from the Zuo family, a lot of familiar and unfamiliar faces, Jiang Xiachu was still not used to such battles, and couldn't help thinking about the Zuo family's family. To what extent the great cause has reached, I looked at Zuocheng.

(End of this chapter)