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Chapter 238 The Clever Madman (1)
That daring woman, if she didn't want to die, her words were accurate, Jiang Xiachu was crazy, she was crazy because of her illness, Zuo Cheng was also crazy, because of Jiang Xiachu.

"Master, her?" This person didn't keep his mouth shut, and Uncle Jin was a little worried.

That woman knew too well, it's not the Zuo family's style to leave disaster behind.

Zuo Cheng took out a cigarette and lit one anyway: "Don't worry about it. She can't bear her."

The first one is Guan Ai, and the second one is Jiang Xiachu.

Uncle Jin nodded, no wonder the young master would let that life-or-death lord break ground on Tai Sui.

Come to think of it, the young master felt guilty towards the young lady, so he didn't choose a surefire way to attack that woman.

After sorting out this problem, Uncle Jin thought of another problem and said, "Then this house?"

Zuo Cheng took a deep breath, but couldn't see the smoke coming out. After a while, he only said one word: "Burn."

After finishing the sentence, he threw the cigarette at his fingertips, turned around, and a little flame burst out from the flickering cigarette.

Uncle Jin shook his head, regretted it, and then waved his hand.

How many men in this world are willing to set three fires for a woman, burning money, burning people, and burning memories.

Zuo Cheng did just that.

A fire ignited, and the night suddenly seemed like day.

The Zuo family's castle will be a piece of ashes after tomorrow, who will feel sorry for it?
Under the moonlight, it was slightly cold, and Zuo Cheng stood in front of the car, looking at the lightly sleeping woman in the car.

"Early summer."

Only when she couldn't hear him, he dared to call this name like that.

There is always no one who responds to him.

Zuo Cheng frowned, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, got into the car, and hugged the woman who was lightly sleeping against the car window into his arms.

The woman's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened them, her slightly sleepy eyes sparkled, filled with a pool of messy stars: "I'm back."

She rubbed her eyes, her shoulders shrank subconsciously.

December day, dry and cold.

Zuo Cheng turned on the air conditioner in the car to the maximum, and tightened his grip on the woman: "It's cold in the car, let's go home and sleep again."

The delicate Yuan Shan frowned slightly, and she looked up at him: "Is the matter settled?"

"Ah."

After asking, she didn't speak, and shrank into Zuo Cheng's arms, like a well-behaved cat.

Zuo Cheng brushed her hair, dragged her chin and kissed her: "Why don't you ask?"

She smiled, rubbing Zuo Cheng's lips and teeth: "If you want me to know, you will tell me."

When speaking, her lips fell on Zuo Cheng's lips, a little itchy, she dodged, giggling, her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.

Zuo Cheng was in a great mood, hugged and kissed again: "Go home."

The car started slowly, except for the necessary commands, Uncle Jin in the driver's seat was automatically blocked.

Jiang Xiachu found a comfortable position and nestled in Zuo Cheng's arms, raised his eyes slightly, and the eyes were dyed with wisps of red fire.

She stood up suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Zuo Cheng held her hand slightly stiff.

She pointed out the rear window: "There, it seems to be a fire."

The corners of Zuo Cheng's lips were cold, he didn't speak, his eyes shrouded in the dim moon were a little cold.

The woman leaned on the window and looked carefully this time: "The house just now was on fire."

She suddenly felt as if her heart was being smoked, dry, and a little painful. She was surprised that she could smell the smoke from the fire through the window?
"It's on fire." Zuo Cheng kept silent, she was a little at a loss, the atmosphere was a bit strange, and she couldn't explain why.

"Ah."

Zuo Cheng raised his eyes and nodded lightly. There were some strange things floating in his eyes that she saw clearly.

Eyebrow dyed worry, she is puzzled.

He picked her up, put her on his lap, and said lightly, "I lit a fire."

She frowned, thought for a while, and was even more puzzled: "Why?"

After pondering for a moment, Zuo Cheng said, "That house is too bloody."

Her eyes froze for a moment, and soon she was back to normal, so she didn't ask any more, because she knew that this man didn't want her to know too much.

She is a smart woman, a smart woman knows space and understanding, knows how to keep silent when silence is needed, knows how to minimize the scope of love, and then do it with ease.

The car drove very slowly at night, the two of them didn't speak for a long time, very quiet, she nestled in his arms, half asleep, her eyelashes drooping, lazy like a cat.

"Whose house is that?" she muttered, as if falling asleep.

"mine."

No wonder the blood is too heavy.

Shaking her head and getting rid of this topic, she became more sober: "What about this ring? Is it yours?"

She spread out her palms, and a small ring on a chain gleamed under the headlights.

The ring was very old, small, gray and silvery white, it looked old and forgotten, and it was still stained with dirt.

Zuo Cheng grabbed her hand dumbly: "Where did it come from?"

She pursed her lips, and subconsciously clenched the ring in her palm: "I picked it up on the swimming pool next to that house."

That ring... In the rearview mirror, Uncle Jin can be seen with a serious expression on his face, and the speed of the car can't help but slow down.

Zuo Cheng's eyes were thoughtful, and they condensed into a mass of black swirls, which made it impossible to see through.

He was silent, still holding her wrist.

She frowned, a little stubborn: "You haven't told me if it's yours?"

In memory, he seldom did this, but a ring actually made her a little uneasy.

After a while, he shook his head: "No."

The tone is very firm, and the aura is so strong that it doesn't give people any breathing time to doubt.

Zuo Cheng doesn't like to lie, if he insists on covering up like this, he will try his best to turn the lie into fact, and he also has such ability, so, she firmly believes in his words.

She looked at the ring that made her feel uneasy, facing the window, and for some reason, she just couldn't drop it, it was so small, but it was heavy.

Zuo Cheng took her hand holding the ring, and whispered in her ear: "Be good, throw it away."

Destroyed all traces of Jiang Xiachu's existence...

That's all he has in mind.

She looked again, raised her hand by the window, and rolled down the car window. She was so cold that the ring in her hand trembled. The light that wasn't too bright seemed to suddenly refract into her eyes, dazzlingly bright.

This ring...why can't she let go of her hand.

She suddenly thought, this ring also has a story, and it must be a sad story.

Suddenly, she tightened her hands and looked up at Zuo Cheng: "But I like it."

She still wanted to say that she was reluctant to part with this ring, but when she got to the point of her mouth, she couldn't say anything when she looked into Zuo Cheng's misty eyes.

She thought seriously, what reason should he think of for him to keep this ring of unknown origin?
(End of this chapter)