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Chapter 225: The Jealousy Is So Strong (2)
"I don't regret playing chess." The other old man grinned, "General."

The old man who was still smiling just now immediately blew his beard and stared: "Old ghost, tell me about empty city tricks."

"Haha, I can learn from a businessman." The old man wrinkled his face with a smile, he looked like a lively fox.

Sure enough, he is cunning, and his teacher is a businessman.

Seventy old man stroked his beard and cursed: "Profitable businessman!"

As we all know, Summer sang beautifully when he made an empty plan.

In the beauty salon, the ladies have nothing to do to do their hair and gossip.

The red-haired woman put on a mask, and the corners of her mouth twitched in a small arc: "Have you heard, Summer and Zuo are originally a family."

The lady in the waiting area answered, "Then why did you break Zuo's contract and go around such a big circle to buy Zuo?"

"Who knows, there is nowhere to burn money." Eyeballs rolled around, the red-haired woman muttered, "I have a cousin who works at Zuo's, and internal sources say that it is for women."

The lady's nail-polished hands trembled, and the nails were painted: "Woman? That Jiang Xiachu?"

"No way."

The noble lady glanced at the ruined nails, looked disgusted, and cursed: "That woman is a disaster."

Women, they have long tongues and overflowing jealousy.

In other words, why do women make things difficult for women?

At the same time, in a certain room in the Guan family compound, you can't see your fingers, the wind is blowing, and the surroundings are dead silent, only the TV is on.

Suddenly, when the lights came on, a magnified face came from far to near: "You ghost."

The camera zoomed out, and the identical face on the sofa in the distance did not respond at all, and the face that had not seen the sun for a long time was indeed as white as a ghost.

The one calling ghost is Guan Ai, and the ghost-like one is Guan Yu.

Guan Ai snatched the remote control, and the TV screen went black: "Don't watch it, it's too bloody, be careful to have nightmares at night."

The lifeless woman raised her head, turned to look at the table instead of watching TV: "Zuocheng, Zuocheng, why?"

There are also reports on the table, all of which are reports from someone. A bunch of them were burnt in the morning, and I am really stunned.Guan Ai had a huge headache, and patiently enlightened him: "Why? You don't deceive yourself here." He snorted coldly, "Besides, you don't know that Zuocheng's killing spree is for Jiang Xiachu."

Stimulation therapy, do not know the effect?
Guan Ai looked at him carefully, and the other party's face was ashen.

What a psychiatrist says is bullshit.

The man seemed to be talking to himself: "Why would a man like him love someone?"

Guan Ai rolled his eyes: "I'm more curious, why would a man like him be loved by someone."

Especially for a crazy woman who hasn't seen anyone in the past few days, is she really depressed and lovesick?

Guan Yu didn't say a word, staring at the newspapers on the table in a daze, lifeless.

Guan Ai shook his head helplessly, looking at the newspapers and magazines related to someone in this room, he felt deeply: "That girl in Zuocheng is a disaster."

Disasters abounded, and the Shanghai business community and countless women in Shanghai suffered from it.

Hey, Qingben is a disaster, but what a disaster.

It's true that the public says that the public is right and the woman says that the woman is reasonable. Women from the east are disasters, and men from the west are disasters. After all, who is the disaster and who harms whom?

However, they are a perfect match, a pair of disasters.

What is this disaster that has been raging in the outside world doing at this time?

The man embraced the woman, drinking tea and eating dessert, soaking in the sugar jar and making a fuss.

"The guest list has been drawn up, take a look."

Zuo Cheng took the list from Jiang Xiachu, it was a long string, his cool eyes widened, and his thin lips lifted: "Gu Qi?"

The third row and fourth column of the woman's guest list.

Ok?Why is there a feeling of incongruity, what's wrong with a certain man?
Jiang Xia raised her eyes at the beginning, and a certain man's tone was drawn out, "You guys know each other very well?"

"He is a male singer I admire very much."

Favorite male singer?Someone naturally knows, and since he knows, it is even more impossible to turn a blind eye, right?
Jiang Xiachu was slightly taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

He took a pen and slowly drew on the guest list.The names under the third row and fourth column of the lady's guest list are crossed out.

Continuing to look down, her cold eyes sank, her thin lips parted slightly: "Zhang Jinyu?"

The woman's guest list is in the second row and fifth column.

Jiang Xiachu patiently explained: "We have cooperated before." Frowning, he asked, "Is there a problem?"

Zuo Cheng slowly shook his head: "No problem."

It sounds like a man's name, so it's okay.

A certain man picked up the pen again, and flicked lightly, his movements were flowing and graceful, with indescribable elegance and elegance.

Immediately, a red line crossed the second row and fifth column of the woman's guest list.

The guest list is still under discussion, Zuo Cheng continued to hold the list and went down one by one.

"Zhang Lin?" Zuo Cheng's eyes lit up, and a little bit of coldness fainted slightly.

The first row and second column of the woman's guest list.

So many questions, yet another man's name.

"He was my music assistant before."

"Is there still contact with him?" Zuo Cheng asked casually.

In the air, a faint sour gas was fermenting.

Jiang Xiachu replied disapprovingly: "No."

Then there is no need.

Once again, a pair of white and beautiful hands picked up a pen and drew a line under the first row and second column of the woman's guest list.

The guest list discussion continues.

"Han Yi."

The fourth row and fifth column of the woman's guest list.

"My soundtrack production."

The fourth row and fifth column of the woman's guest list are crossed out.

"Zhou Bincheng."

"..."

Is the man from the Zuo family too busy? It's just a guest list. Do I need to personally check and ask them one by one?
After such a discussion, the smell in the air became stronger and stronger.

Jiang Xiachu finally couldn't help it: "What are you writing and drawing?"

As soon as he took the list, Jiang Xiachu was dumbfounded: "You—" Jiang Xiachu took a long breath, "Why did you draw it all?"

A good list was painted beyond recognition by Zuo Cheng, not many people remained, and those who remained had a common feature: female gender, male preference.

"I don't think it's necessary." Zuo Cheng took it for granted.

Jiang Xiachu was slightly annoyed: "Do you know these people?"

"Just because I don't know each other."

So not safe.Don't give any enemy an opportunity to take advantage of, Zuo's first defense against wolves.

"They are all my friends."

"They're all men."

(End of this chapter)