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Chapter 272 The Extreme Wild Bird of Prey is Zuocheng (1)
The person's side face was shrouded in darkness, and a cold aura emanated from his body.After that, there was a moment of silence that made Qin Xiyuan's heart stagnate.

With such a low temperature and low pressure, Qin Xiyuan couldn't sit still, and stood up: "Do you and Jiang Xiachu also talk like this?" Shaking her head, she couldn't believe it, "One sentence should not exceed five words."

Quack quack - silence for a while.

The corners of Qin Xiyuan's mouth twitched: "I'm so tired." She picked up the medicine box and left.

Behind him, the corners of Zuo Cheng's lips were cold and pursed.

Before the sun set, Zuo Cheng pushed open the door and walked gently to the window sill.

Jiang Xiachu didn't move, her eyes fell on the window, a touch of red sunset fell on her paper-white face, as if she had applied rouge.

Instead of hugging and kissing her as usual, Zuo Cheng stood far away this time: "When did you change it?"

Jiang Xiachu's straight back stiffened for a moment, but she didn't turn her head, her hands fell on her stomach.

Knowing so quickly, she was caught off guard so that she was not prepared at all.

Zuo Cheng took one step closer, another step, still beyond reach: "Two months ago?"

Jiang Xiachu's raised eyes lowered, her soft eyelashes fluttered like two small fans, and the hand on her stomach trembled, revealing her uneasiness.

"You're talking, when did you stop taking the medicine?" The man's pleasant voice hoarse and hoarse.

Jiang Xiachu, who was sitting on the window sill, was quiet, still silent, but at the door, Zuo Yu suddenly knelt down: "Zuo Yu committed death."

Even if Jiang Xiachu lost a single hair, she, Zuo Yu, cannot absolve herself of the blame.

Zuo Cheng's eyes were as cold as frost, he turned towards the door and shouted: "Shut up!"

Zuo Yu said nothing.

Jiang Xiachu turned around slowly: "It has nothing to do with you, if you belong to me, stand up."

Zuo Yu didn't move, he was kneeling, his back was very straight.

There was a sneer at the corner of Jiang Xiachu's mouth: "That's right, you don't listen to me, after all your surname is Zuo."

Zuo Cheng told her to shut up, but she didn't say anything. Jiang Xiachu knew that if Zuo Cheng told her to die just now, she might not have hesitated.

Jiang Xia was not angry at the beginning, Zuo Cheng already had the magic power to make people obey from the bottom of his heart, how could Zuo Yu resist.

"I'll ask you something."

Zuo Cheng never put on such a gloomy face towards Jiang Xiachu.

"It has nothing to do with her." Jiang Xiachu pointed to Zuo Yu, and vaguely saw Zuo Yu's body sank.

Jiang Xiachu rubbed her sore and numb legs, before hitting the ground, she crashed into a cold embrace, her legs were so numb that she had no strength to struggle.

Zuo Cheng hugged her waist, his tone softened: "Xia Chu, when did you start remembering? When you were in Jiangnan?"

She just smiled and didn't speak, Zuo Cheng's hand around her waist was tightened: "Answer me, when did you remember it?"

"Don't you know?" She didn't explain, just smiled lightly, desolate and indifferent.

"I didn't lie to you." She looked at him, intertwining her eyes without dodging, but she couldn't get rid of the heavy mist in his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly.

Zuo Cheng could see all kinds of things in this world clearly with his eyes, and he could see clearly the unpredictability of people's hearts, but he still couldn't see the slightest bit of Jiang Xiachu. He was obviously just a woman who was not good at lying, but he could never tell her truth from fake.

He woke up six days ago and stopped taking the drug two months ago, how can he believe it.

"Then why did you stop taking the medicine?"

"There is no reason." She rolled her eyes and answered calmly, unable to tell the truth.

Just now, this woman said: I didn't lie to you.But only this time, Zuo Cheng understood the dodge in her eyes.

"You're lying to me again."

In fact, she didn't like to lie, but she wasn't honest with him either, so she sneered silently and said nothing.

Suddenly, Zuo Cheng sneered coldly, his eyes were like icy black glass: "Medicine."

One word, cold and hard, without explanation, typical Zuocheng style.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiachu's heart was tugged, it sank, she looked up, she looked at him, in his eyes there was only a scorching, dazzling, thin lips parted again: "Don't take it wrong again."

Zuo Yu, who had been kneeling for a long time, raised her eyes, looked at Jiang Xiachu, and got up without hesitation with just a quick glance.

The medicine...don't take the wrong medicine again...Jiang Xiachu's face suddenly turned pale.

"You—" she opened her mouth, her throat overflowed with soreness, and she couldn't even speak.

Standing half a meter away, he turned a blind eye to Jiang Xiachu for the first time.

After a while, Zuo Yu brought the medicine, and Jiang Xiachu knew that today, this man would no longer be soft-hearted towards her.

This is Zuo Cheng, ruthless, assertive, and a kind of panic after many years swept through her senses again.

"What are you going to do?" She leaned against the edge of the bed and retreated instinctively, her voice trembling.

Zuo Cheng suddenly turned his eyes and smiled at her, that kind of smile, damn beautiful, beautiful and deadly, with that kind of smile, he took the pill in Zuo Yu's hand, twisted it lightly with his fingertips, turned into ashes, and scattered it in the cup , melted water.

Sure enough, Zuo Cheng's hand was used to kill and seize.His posture, even lazy, even gentle, hides all the ruthlessness in his bones.

Jiang Xiachu knew that she couldn't escape, she watched the deadly man approaching step by step, leaned over, twisted her chin, and coaxed softly, "Come on, drink it."

"No, don't." She was dumbfounded, forgetting to struggle in fear.

The man's hand holding her chin moved away little by little, and it fell on her face. There was still such a fatal tenderness between her brows: "Xia Chu, why are you always disobedient?"

"I don't want to drink, Zuo Cheng, I don't want to drink, I can't drink." Her pupils dilated, she shook her head in panic, her hands tightly protecting her abdomen.

"Good, be obedient."

One sound at a time, so gentle, with the most depressing temptation.

But, she knew, it would be fatal.

With whirling eyes, she raised her head slightly, gritted her teeth, and said stubbornly, "Zuo Cheng, don't force me."

In the nine years before today, Zuo Cheng tolerated all of Jiang Xiachu's stubbornness. She wondered if it was the same today, but soon she knew that she was wrong.

"So what if I force you once today?"

In an instant, all the tenderness faded from Zuo Cheng's eyes, his fingertips pinched Jiang Xiachu's chin fiercely, and pressed the cold cup to her lips.

"Don't make me hate you."

After finishing speaking, she bit her lips until they were blue and stared at Zuo Cheng.

"You already hate it."

After saying a word, Zuo Cheng directly pinched her chin and poured down the medicine. She kept shaking her head, and the medicine slid down her tightly closed lips, falling drop by drop on the back of Zuo Cheng's hand.

Most of the medicine was spilled, Zuo Chengmo let go, took the remaining medicine in the cup into his mouth, leaned over to cover Jiang Xiachu's lips, and pried open her lips and teeth fiercely, a bitterness instantly Her lips were full, and she was about to spit it out immediately, but Zuo Cheng held her tongue, and his voice between his lips and teeth was extremely cold: "Swallow it."

(End of this chapter)