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260 Chapter 1 Not Who's Who ([-])
The man walking away over there heard a complaint, which was all blame.

Lin Qingyan gave a wry smile, turned her head to look over, and could no longer see the figure of the man.

"I'm hesitating whether to tell you?" She replied, but Ye Zaixi couldn't wait to hear her answer, she smiled again, very sour, "I regret it a little now."

Standing up, she picked up the cell phone on the opposite side, the 'gameover' on the screen was so dazzling that her eyes hurt like tears.

"Fool." She cursed, then followed.

This idiot, is she scolding Ye Zaixi, or herself?

At the bottom of Zhongshan Tower, a woman stood against the wind. The white sweater was thick, but the woman was thin. The car was parked in front of her, but she didn't go in. Looking at the vast night, she was a little dazed.

A black windbreaker was draped over her thin shoulders, and Zuo Cheng pressed against her ear: "It's cold at night, let's go back."

It was only seven o'clock, just the beginning of the nightlife, but it was raining, the wind was strong, and the streets were empty.

Today is really not a good day. After a hard-won date, it is not satisfactory.

"Zuocheng, we haven't gone to the overpass to padlock it yet."

She has been thinking about this matter since the night of three days ago, and her obsession with wanting to hang a lock with their two names engraved on it made Zuo Cheng a headache.

Zuo Cheng didn't want to brush her off, but just looked at her purple lips from the cold, his distress still prevailed, he hugged her, and softly coaxed her: "I'll go later."

"No, let's go now, okay?" She shook her head firmly.

She seldom believes in those rumors and the like, this is her soft spot for the lover lock of this flyover.

Zuo Cheng had nothing to do with her, he kept coaxing with gentle words: "Be good, be obedient."

She still shook her head, her eyes were cold: "I have a feeling that there is no future."

Zuo Cheng had no choice but to kiss her cold lips with pity, then took her into the car and went to the direction of Lianxing Tianqiao.

Perhaps because of the bad weather, there were very few people with padlocks on the top of the overpass, and the suspended bridge was semi-outdoor, and it was at a high place, so the wind was strong.

Zuo Cheng stood at the end of the bridge, watching the busy figure of the little woman slowly approaching, he threw away the unlit cigarette in his hand.

"Because it's too late, the master of engraving has already left." The little woman's face was red from the cold, a little purple, her pursed lips were very white, and she looked dejected.

Zuo Cheng went over to hold her in his arms, and wrapped the coat tightly around her body: "It's the same as written."

The lock in her hand had two names written on it with poor-quality paint.

Jiang Shenxia... Zuo Cheng suddenly felt that this lock should not be hung up, although he did not believe this hearsay legend.

It's just that she loves the lock very much, and holds it tightly in her palm, with a stubborn expression on her face: "How can it be the same? If it becomes blurred after a long time, it won't work."

That's fine, he thought.

Seeing her drooping her head sullenly, he leaned closer to coax her: "I said before, there are many lies in the book, just trust me."

"I believe you, in this life." After a pause, she continued the second half of the sentence seriously, "But there is another life, and in the next life, I am more greedy."

Zuo Cheng just smiled dotingly, feeling that the wind was a bit cold.

How can a lock be able to fix three lives? Zuo Cheng used to think it was funny, but now he just feels sorry for the woman in front of him, so stupid, so simple, so similar to Jiang Shenxia back then.

Holding the lock, she walked to the middle of the bridge, stood still, looked around, very distressed, and frowned: "Where should I hang it?" Looking at the full lock, she couldn't find a suitable place for a long time, and looked back at Zuocheng. "What do you say?"

He casually pointed to the outside side which was half open.

She shook her head, distressed: "Not good, there is a lot of rain in the south of the Yangtze River."

That being the case, he pointed to the middle, where the rain couldn't get in.

She still shook her head, dissatisfied: "No, there are too many locks there."

It doesn't work on the outside, and it doesn't work in the middle. There is only one place left. Zuo Cheng pointed it out and thought it was very good.

However, she still shook her head: "No, I'm afraid of being ruined by others."

She has never been so picky about anything, so it can be seen that she believes in that unfounded and even naive rumor.

Looking at the woman's already frozen red face, Zuo Cheng felt distressed, frowned, and said in a stiff tone: "Just hang up."

The woman shook her head immediately: "No."

Such a sacred thing must not be taken lightly, she insisted.

Zuo Cheng stroked the broken hair on her forehead, pampered and helpless: "Then I'll buy this place and hang it up as you want, okay?"

Not to mention a Jiangnan flyover, as long as his woman likes it, he will get her the whole Jiangnan.

This man always did what he said, and she took it seriously, teasing: "This is not good."

It seems that the book says that the Lianxing Tianqiao is owned by the government, which is really troublesome.

Zuo Cheng didn't take it seriously, he pulled the woman into his arms, and said in a arrogant tone, "It's fine if you like it, don't talk about it here, if you like it, it doesn't matter if I give you this city."

These words are definitely not blatant nonsense, let alone nonsense, just like what Zuo Cheng said, as long as he has what he can give, he is willing and able to give it, because she is her woman.

She looked at his serious face and smiled gradually: "That's good."

The wind and rain did not stop, she smiled, he only felt that a brilliant firework had opened up in the sky.

"You wait for me here."

Zuo Cheng nodded, brushed her hair, and put on a windbreaker hat for her. She walked to the outside of the open air, found a seat on the inside, lowered her head, her long hair covered half of her face, and only saw a pair of thin white hair. Holding the lock in his little hand, carefully.

"Jiang Xiachu!"

Caught off guard, a loud shout pierced the tranquility of the rainy night.

Her hand trembled, and the lock grazed the chains of the overpass and fell to the bridge deck, splashing water.

There are tens of thousands of padlocks on the overpass, but only hers were missing. She felt empty in her heart. She took off her hood, turned her head, and looked away from the bridge section far away. of the water.

It's a pity that it almost got hung up, those two people are really hateful.

Zuo Cheng's heart sank severely, his eyes were dyed with a sense of coldness, and he stared at the man and woman who suddenly appeared.

Ye Zaixi directly ignored some strong auras, and walked over in three steps: "I have something to tell you."

Walking to the middle, a white hand blocked it: "It seems that you ignored my words last time."

Zuo Cheng turned sideways, his black sweater made his extremely beautiful face pale, Ye Zaixi snorted coldly, turning his eyes lazily.

When the eyes met, sparks appeared in this cold end of winter.

"That's between me and her." Ye Zaixi glanced at the hand lying in front of him, feeling unhappy, damn man, the hand is more beautiful than any woman he has ever seen.

(End of this chapter)