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Chapter 273 The Extreme Wild Bird of Prey is Zuocheng (2)
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and pushed hard with the hand that had been protecting her stomach, Zuo Cheng retreated unexpectedly.Immediately, she lay prone on the edge of the bed, retching intermittently.

Her face was pale, her stomach turned upside down, she vomited half of her life, Zuo Cheng was so frightened that most of her life died.

Then he suddenly woke up, what the hell did he do?
"What's wrong? Where is it uncomfortable?" He was in a mess and didn't even dare to approach.

Jiang Xiachu was just panting heavily, with a dense layer of sweat on his forehead.

For a long time, she didn't speak, and he was in a state of confusion. He approached slowly and hugged her, who was weak and limp, into his arms: "Chu Xia, talk to me, don't scare me."

She was very thin, when he held her, he felt his hands clenched, and his distress and self-blame plunged into his heart.

She took a deep breath and gradually calmed down, then raised her head, her Wubo Qiushui eyes were very cold: "Zuo Cheng, if you force me like this again, I will die."

Her weak and hoarse voice seemed to have instantly aged the world, as well as his face.

He finally knew that his woman feared him more than death, and he feared her more than he loved her.

Saint Peter said that falling in love with someone is happiness, loving someone with all your strength is misfortune, loving someone with all your heart is great compassion, and falling in love with someone with your life is catastrophe.

Twelve years ago, since he met her, he had started this catastrophe, and there was no way he could avoid it.

"At the beginning of Xia, how could I be willing to let you die."

This catastrophe has bumped into his whole life, how can he be willing?
He got up, picked her up, put her on the bed, leaned over and kissed her: "If you don't like it, you won't eat it in the future. I won't force you. You can do whatever you want. I don't want you to suffer."

She didn't speak, and didn't even look at Zuo Cheng, but Qiushui Jiantong was teary, bit her lip, and trembled slightly.

What a pair of rippling eyes, a single drop of tears, washed Zuo Cheng down, flooded with heartache, he leaned over and hugged her tightly, his voice was dry and hoarse: "I just want my woman to be safe, to live a hundred years without any worries, I just want to guard you to the loess and bones, my early summer, am I really so greedy?"

Tears streamed down her face and wet the pillow towel, she could no longer bear to look at Zuo Cheng's desolate but still beautiful eyes.

"At the beginning of Xia, you always let me live in hell and suffer all kinds of torture." He sneered blankly, "But I'm even more afraid that you won't even give me hell and torture."

She didn't speak, and let him hold her, trembling slightly.

"At the beginning of Xia, I was just afraid."

"Do you know how afraid I am of you."

He leaned over and kissed her lips, the bitter salty taste, that was her tears, and his.

afraid of what?He couldn't say, it was too much, when he held his affection, reason, senses, thoughts, and even soul to her, he became her slave, so loved that he was afraid.

"My Chu Xia, tell me." He kissed her eyes, licking the sour tears, "What should I do?"

"Left City."

She called softly, but he didn't answer her, his gaze intertwined, forming a messy net.

She was choked up and difficult to pronounce, her voice was like wine soaked in green plums, bitter and astringent: "You once told me that this is our fate, but I want to say that you made it by yourself." She sneered, "And you Did you ever know how afraid I am of you."

He smiled wryly, and continued to kiss her, inch by inch, except that he didn't kiss her like before and let her say it.

"Zuo Cheng, why did you do that two years ago? If it didn't happen, we wouldn't be like this, no."

After two years, it was time to pay back the answer he owed her.

"I've been preparing for that wedding for 12 years, so I can't tolerate any mistakes."

The Buddhist scriptures say that love breeds thought, thought breeds greed, and greed breeds sin.He is willing to spend his whole life to repay the crime, and he does not want to bet on greed once.

This is Zuo Cheng, a man who is extremely mad.

And he was her Jiang Xiachu's man, a woman who was content with a peaceful and indifferent life.

After all, it was a wrong fate.

She smiled desolately: "But the result is still wrong."

With quiet eyes, Zuo Cheng leaned over and kissed her lips.

There is her in his arms, her womb, and their child, no matter how wrong they are, they are still complete.

After all, Jiang Xiachu didn't drink the medicine that day, because Zuo Cheng couldn't be cruel to her after all.

On the second day, she left the room, on the third day, she left the yard, and on the fourth day, she left Zuo's house. She thought, if it was a prison disaster, Zuo Cheng would release her on parole this time.

The weather was fine, the warm spring, such a free blue sky, and the flowers blooming by the roadside, she finally saw it again.

On a sunny spring day, Sky Blue Coffee, which has always had a sluggish business, is rarely full.

Pushing open the door, a crisp and graceful voice came.

"A cup of mocha coffee."

The vicissitudes of life, time flies, and there is a girl who has never changed, Jiang Xiachu smiled and walked in.

Guan Ai hurriedly glanced at him: "Welcome light——"

Just a quick glance, and then she was dumbfounded.

The sun fell behind that person, she smiled lightly and approached slowly.

Guan Ai once said that there is only one person in this world who can smile so brightly - Jiang Xiachu.She blinked and looked again, the man was still smiling.

"You, you—" For a long time, the eloquent Guan Ai couldn't utter a complete sentence, her mind was out of touch, and her language function area was a little bit out of order.

Jiang Xiachu chuckled suddenly, and approached: "It's me."

The voice is like smoke floating in the air, one word: light.

Typical of Jiang Xiachu's style, Guan Ai was mostly affirmative, but a little hesitant, rubbing his eyes: "Jiang Xiachu?"

Jiang Xiachu nodded: "Well, it's me." With tears in her eyes, she smiled softly, "I'm back."

I'm back...more homely.

Guan Ai once said that this woman Jiang Xiachu is always lukewarm, but she can always soften people's hearts with one sentence in the details.

At this moment, Guan Ai is like a mother looking forward to her son's return home, her heart is so soft that she can drip water.

"You're still willing to come back!"

Look, it looks like a mother's tone.

Jiang Xiachu just smiled, faintly, a ball of warmth fainted in his eyes.

Guan Ai blinked, fearing that the person in front of him would disappear, and pulled at him: "How kind of you? Do you recognize me? Recognize yourself?" Before Jiang Xiachu could answer, he pointed, "Do you still remember her name? Xiaoqing?"

Guan Ai bombarded her with a series of words, her tongue got stuck, her IQ dropped by more than one, etc.

In Jiang Xiachu's smile, there was a little more helplessness, a little sigh.

Over there, Xiao Qing, who was so busy, took time out and rolled his eyes: Who doesn't know that Xiao Qing's name is Xiao Qing.

After being blindsided, Guan Ai changed his words and said smoothly: "No, do you still remember her name?"

(End of this chapter)