exclusive marriage

Chapter 181 The Festering Truth (1)
"Exactly, we haven't joined forces for a long time."

Cheng Chuying smiled slightly, with the looming darkness between her brows.Looking down, looking at the white skirt, the dazzling color, this is exclusive to that woman.

Outside the window, the autumn wind blew, and the night, not yet full, was dyed with a faint halo, which became more and more intense.

In the room, the man moved extremely softly, leaned over, and kissed the person on the bed, his voice was stained with wine, "Chu Xia."

"Yeah." He replied vaguely, the person on the bed was half asleep and half awake, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, covered with a hazy mist.

"Let's go home."

"Things done?" Jiang Xiachu's eyes were still sleepy, her voice was soft and soft, as sweet as Wu Nong's soft words.

"Yeah." He leaned over and kissed Jiang Xiachu's confused eyes, coaxing softly, "Hey, let's go home."

Jiang Xiachu rubbed his eyes, like a cat that hasn't had enough sleep, making Zuo Cheng's heart itch, he leaned over and held her lips, and tossed and turned for a while: "Are you awake now?" His voice was slightly hoarse.

Jiang Xiachu's half-squinted eyes gradually became clear, and then misty again, looking at Zuo Cheng, his face turned red bit by bit.

Zuo Cheng chuckled, pecked the corner of her lips, picked her up and walked out.

"Have the people outside left?" Jiang Xia Chuwo yawned in Zuo Cheng's arms, a little sleepy.

"No."

"Then is it appropriate for us to go now?" Covering his head, he snuggled into Zuo Cheng's arms.

"No one dares to say it's inappropriate." Tightening the person in his arms, and then gathered her coat, Zuo Cheng said softly, "Hey, sleep well."

Thinking about it at the beginning of Jiang Xia, it was the same thing, left and right had the final say in Zuocheng, so he found a comfortable position to sleep with his eyes closed.

Looking at the drowsy person in his arms, the corners of Zuo Cheng's lips raised, and a pool of warm water melted in his eyes.

"Sir." At the door, a dozen bowed men stood in a row.

The person in Zuo Cheng's arms frowned, he paused, and when he saw the person in his arms became quiet again, he said, "Keep your voice down."

A dozen or so hard-bodied men suddenly twitched their brains, but subconsciously fell silent.

Zuo Cheng put the woman in his arms on the passenger seat, put on the seat belt again, leaned over and kissed.

"Where's Uncle Jin?"

The man who answered couldn't help but lower his voice, "Take care of the aftermath."

The members of the Zuo family learned the master's brevity and conciseness, one by one, and just by looking at their temperament, they knew that they were from the Zuo family.

"The first ten meters, the last ten meters, keep up."

"Yes." A neat and consistent answer followed by actions, efficiency, and absolute obedience.

It is said that people from the Zuo family can fight ten against one, that is modesty.

Zuo Cheng kissed the lightly sleeping Jiang Xiachu, took off his coat and wrapped her tightly, Jiang Xiachu frowned.

"good."

His kiss fell between her brows, the corners of her lips curled up as if there was nothing, and she fell asleep again.

Looking at his woman in the car, it took a while for Zuo Cheng to shift gears, and the car was driving on Guomao Avenue at an extremely slow speed.

In the car, the phone rang suddenly, Zuo Cheng picked it up very quickly, with a low voice: "What's the matter?"

"Chu Ying was shot in the left shoulder, no serious problems, everyone has been resolved." Uncle Jin's voice was on the phone.

"If they act without authorization, they will know the consequences themselves." The voice was calm and smooth, with a coldness in it.

"Master—"

Zuo Cheng cut off coldly, without any warmth: "Let Zuo and Zuo pass by."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, leaving no room for it. It was Zuo Cheng's usual style. His eyes were slightly sideways, and his eyes were pure black, which instantly softened.

It was already late at night, on Guomao Avenue, there were few vehicles, and the mottled starlight in the sky flickered slightly, intersecting with the headlights of the oncoming cars, a beam of dazzling light flashed across, and the oncoming black off-road vehicle suddenly changed lanes and slammed into Duke.

"呲-"

A long rut on the road meanders all the way.

"Zuocheng." With a sound of panic, she opened her eyes and saw the iron guardrail of the Han River getting closer.

"Chu Xia, don't be afraid, I'm here." Zuo Cheng hugged him, controlling the steering wheel with one hand.

"Stop, stop quickly." She yelled, losing her mind, only seeing the high-speed rail guardrail close at hand.

"Zuocheng." She panicked and forgot about calling this name.

She turned around, only to see Zuo Cheng let go of his hand on the steering wheel, then her eyes went dark, and the tip of her nose was filled with the familiar cool breath.

She closed her eyes, surrounded by Zuo Cheng's voice, he said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

She actually wanted to say, I am afraid, I am afraid that you will abandon yourself for me again.

"No—" she opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse, her mouth and nose were filled with the breath of Zuocheng, other than that, the world was spinning.

"Boom-"

There was a loud noise, and then, slowly, slowly returned to calm, but, in her mind, she could no longer be calm, and many, many voices came loudly and vigorously.

"At the beginning of summer, at the beginning of summer."

"Sir, young lady."

"At the beginning of Xia, you should answer me."

"The car is leaking oil, hurry up and get the gentleman out first."

"Chu Xia, Chu Xia, talk, don't scare me."

"Early summer—"

"..."

My mind seemed to be crushed, and many strange and familiar voices burst out, coming from far, far away, as if they had been sealed, flickering.

"Early summer."

"Don't call me that. Go away, I don't want to see you."

"At the beginning of Xia, please be obedient, stop, stop quickly."

"It was you, it was you who killed my sister, you go to die, go to death."

"At the beginning of Xia, if you don't want to die with me, then stop."

"No, I don't want to see you, no."

"呲-"

"Early summer."

This voice is Zuo Cheng.

"Early summer."

What about this voice?Gentle, like the soft wind in spring, always gentle, that is, it is Qiancheng.

The splitting head was so painful, she slowly raised it up, and there was a thin figure of a young man looming.

"At the beginning of summer, stop quickly."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

That sentence is exactly the same as just now, it was the voice of five years ago.

Her ears were full of chaotic voices, from far and near, her eyelids were heavy, she opened slightly, scene after scene, like an old movie, black and white, but clearly, she saw——

The heavy rain was heavy, the car windows were stained red with blood, and there was a white skirt. In front of the car mirror, there was a boy lying in a pool of blood. His face, a pale face, is...

"Qiancheng!" She yelled, as if her mind was being torn apart, those images were broken into countless pieces, each piece was full of the boy in blood.

(End of this chapter)