exclusive marriage

Chapter 17
It is said that if the stone is covered for a long time, it will become hot, but the stone that Zuocheng has covered for 11 years has absorbed the only remaining temperature in Zuocheng.

Silence, silence, Uncle Jin didn't speak, letting his young master think about that girl.

"What's the matter?" Zuo Cheng asked, it was still only related to one person.

"I took a picture, it's just the lady's back." Uncle Jin put away the sentimentality that didn't suit him, and became slightly serious.

"Yeah." Zuo Cheng just nodded, pondering, "Which newspaper?"

"Jiang Wen." Uncle Jin was calm, with a meticulous attitude, a little confused and surprised, and bluntly asked his question, "Why didn't the young master just destroy the photo?"

Uncle Jin didn't understand, he knew the young master's methods, he never left a way out, and cut the grass and roots on the spot, but this time was an exception, obviously the reporter hiding in the basement took a picture of Miss Jiang's back, but the young master signaled that he would let her do what she wanted.

"If you want to eliminate future troubles, you must have another goal."

Sisi ruthlessly sneaked into Zuocheng's eyes, Uncle Jin saw it, but was puzzled, the young master had murderous intentions, but the way he did it was quite different.Uncle Jin's heavy eyes cast surprise: "Another target?"

"The first rule for a reporter." Zuo Cheng paused slightly, the corners of his mouth were drawn into a line, he couldn't see his expression clearly, only his eyes were dark and dark, he asked darkly, without waiting for an answer, he took the words, "Get to the bottom of it. "

That's how it turned out, Uncle Jin's mist of doubts is clear in his eyes.It is better to give wrong instructions than to let reporters dig to the bottom.

only……

Uncle Jin raised his head and asked, "Then who is suitable? Who will replace the reporter's target?"

Zuo Cheng was silent, his long and drooping eyelashes covered those deep eyes.After a long time, he opened his lips slightly: "There will always be, as long as it's not her."

Zuo Cheng doesn't care about others, as long as Jiang Xiachu is doing well.She is the only one in Zuocheng who can't afford to lose, and the only one who wants to treasure.

"Young master, you have done so much, why didn't you let the lady know?" Uncle Jin was in a deep mood, his tone was a little eager, and he endured it for a while and continued, "In order to protect the lady, to prevent reporters from discovering her existence, and to protect her, I will not leak any water." , why not let her know?"

The curl of the long eyelashes seems to have frozen, Zuo Cheng's cold face and cool eyes are still the same, only the corners of his lips seem to be helpless.

A word from Zuo Cheng blocked all of Uncle Jin's eagerness, and he said, "So what if I know?"

how?How...Uncle Jin can't answer it, if he knows, he will probably dismiss it and continue the game of hate and love.

However, there is only one rule in Zuocheng, and Jiang Xiachu indulged, Uncle Jin felt distressed, he smacked his lips, unable to turn a blind eye: "At least——"

At least it made Jiang Xiachu feel uneasy and guilty.

Zuo Cheng didn't let him say Uncle Jin's words, the result he didn't want, he didn't want Jiang Xiachu's uneasiness and guilt.

Zuo Cheng took over the words: "At least——" Seemed a little weak, the words stopped in the middle, after a long time, continued, "She will still hate."

That's right, no matter what Zuo Cheng does, Jiang Xiachu won't erase the bone-biting hatred.It has become a part of life, not only day and night, even forever.

Quiet, thinking it was over, Uncle Jin was about to quit, but he heard Zuo Cheng's cold words, even with his back turned, Uncle Jin could imagine the ruthlessness and sternness in Zuo Cheng's eyes.

All I could hear was the sound of the wine glass being put down, and Zuo Cheng's deep voice: "The person who made her bleed, I want his hands."

Uncle Jin stood in a daze, then shook his head slightly, and sighed in his heart: Young Master, why are you bothering, she can't see what you have done for her at all.

It turned out that Zuo Cheng cared so much that Jiang Xiachu's hands were bleeding.Habits are terrible, they exist like implanted blood, Zuocheng is used to the smell of blood, he will be excited and crazy, but Jiang Xiachu's blood washes away Zuocheng's habit in a single drop, he is neither excited nor crazy, it is all distressed.

If she bleeds, he will pay her with both hands.

"It will be even more annoying. I am a murderer, but I can't stop." The face was covered with shadows, and large swaths covered his handsome face.Closing his eyes, Zuo Cheng wanted to cover his red eyes, eyes that Jiang Xiachu hated.

The seeds of killing have been planted in Zuocheng World for many years, and they have grown into towering trees that cannot be pulled out.

Jiang Xiachu hated the bloody Zuo Cheng, but for her, he couldn't stop the bloodshed.

After the rain, the signing ceremony of "Love, Failed" was in full swing.

The 37th floor is overcrowded.

It can only be said that the media is really good, pervasive, and does not let go of every inch of hot spot breeding soil, no, it is the floor.

Three rules for journalists: [-]. Get to the bottom of the story;

Whether it is after the rain, Ye Lin, or Xia, it is undoubtedly not the main line written by the media.

The lights in the hall were focused, outshine the scorching May sun outside.On the third-tier high platform, Ye Zaixi leaned lazily, occasionally interacting with the reporter with those enchanting peach blossom eyes, and occasionally waved and winked.Lin Qingyan, who was sitting next to each other, was very quiet with a gentle and enchanting smile and a posture so beautiful that one could forget to breathe.

It can only be said that evildoers are exposed but not contained, goblins are contained but not exposed, this is the difference.However, these two people have very different images, but they match very well. As expected, the fans have sharp eyes, and the best couple is really accurate.

Ye Zaixi and Lin Qingyan sat in the seats on the left, and their managers were on the right. There was no one in the first seat, and the empty seats allowed the reporters to use their imaginations—the crucial main line.

There was a lot of chatting and laughing on the stage, and the audience kept taking pictures, everyone was busy. Suddenly, the 37th floor, which was still noisy, had a faint cold wind, and unconsciously became quieter and quieter.

Who is this person?

This man has a great aura.

This person is deep.

This man is so handsome.

The voice of the public, Zuo Cheng's sense of presence really cannot be ignored, not to mention that handsome face, even the coldness of his body is really shocking.

The reporters stuck their short-sighted eyes on Zuo Cheng's body like brown candy. This was a hot spot, a big hot spot.

Zuo Cheng didn't look sideways, with a cold look all over his body, and a look of indifference, he walked to the main seat, sat down, raised his eyes, and looked without saying a word.

Mysterious, really mysterious.The unanimous aspirations of journalists and compatriots.

"Start." Zuo Cheng cherished words like gold.

The assistant standing aside handed over the document in his hand, and stepped back respectfully.

Zuo Cheng opened it, only to see the long eyelashes trembling and the pen picked up.

The document is being passed around, and I don’t know how many people have passed it. After you sign it, she signs it, and then he signs it.

The jealous reporters in the audience stretched their necks to find an insertion point. It was an exciting moment, but it was not time to ask questions, so they frantically pressed the camera on their hands.

After going through the process, the reporters looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally came the question and answer time.

(End of this chapter)