exclusive marriage

Chapter 4 Meeting Again (2)
Of course, she backed away... How long ago she said that those were the most beautiful hands, but now she avoids them like a snake.

Jiang Xiachu, Jiang Xiachu... the name that was engraved in my heart 11 years ago, but Zuo Cheng couldn't say it... his eyes were heavy like twilight, and when he spoke, he trembled so much: "I finally found you. "

His search, his longing, his pulse that passed away with her, finally found it, never, never let go...

After a few steps away, she retreated and dodged obviously, with a faint look in her eyes, as if she had never met before: "I still can't escape."

The inescapable distance is very close, but the heart covered with a layer of diaphragm is far, far away. Now they are the most familiar strangers.

Zuo Cheng pursed his lips, seeming to be very hard, and his brows were also tightly frowned. This kind of Zuo Cheng was still familiar to Jiang Xiachu, even though she didn't want to admit it.

What's familiar is Zuo Cheng's habit of coldness when he speaks: "For five years, I've been looking for it every moment."

"Really?" Jiang Xia Chu hooked her lips and smiled back, sarcastically, "But I've been thinking about how to escape from you all the time."

She looked into his eyes without dodging, stubborn like a sharp hedgehog, all the edges and corners pierced Zuocheng just for his soft heart.

"Xiachu, can you stop being so tit-for-tat?" The man who was always rebellious and domineering looked helplessly like a child in front of Jiang Xiachu.

"Otherwise?" She smiled coldly, "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

"Flee." One word seemed to burst into flames, burning from the throat to the heart.

If you want to guess people's hearts, you must definitely use Zuocheng as the best.At this moment he damnably loathed the speculation.

"You are still the same as before." His eyes suddenly darkened, coldly, "But I will never let you control me again."

Zuo Cheng's eyes, between his brows, were full of coldness, and there was nothing but helplessness in his eyes, and the words came out from between his teeth: "As long as I, Zuo Cheng, live for a day, you want to leave, delusional!"

"Then do you want to imprison me again? How long this time? For a lifetime?" Jiang Xiachu was as calm as before, smiling like that, far-fetched and eye-catching.

"If possible, let's just live like this for the rest of my life." Stretching out his hand, he seemed to use all his strength to embrace her, and held her tightly, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, covering up the sadness of Zuo Cheng who was only for one person.

Jiang Xiachu didn't struggle, the tip of her nose was the smell she was familiar with now, her heart was cold, and her words were also cold: "Unless I die."

"Even if you die, you can only be a woman from my left city."

Zuo Cheng is such a person, his world has never compromised, and he has no thoughts of taking his own life, he can only use the most extreme methods, even though he knows that they are torturing each other, he is unwilling to let go.

"Then you can take my body back." The soft words lingered in Zuo Cheng's ear, carrying her full strength, and the corners of her lips curled into a decisive arc.

The hand around Jiang Xiachu's back moved to her wrist, and he tightened it with great force, as if there was a sound of bones cracking, creating a relative distance.The voice was hoarse, Zuocheng like this is chilling: "No one can threaten me." Except for Jiang Xiachu, there is probably no one in this world who can make him hurt, but he gave Jiang Xiachu such rights, but he is willing to do so.

She sneered lightly, the dimples at the corners of her mouth were almost invisible, there was only a hint of sarcasm: "I know." Then, she approached and leaned into Zuo Cheng's ear, Qing Lingling's voice was actually different Han Lie, "It's just that you don't know how terrifying it is for a person who doesn't care about life and death once he becomes ruthless."

In terms of ruthlessness, it is true that Zuocheng has to be inferior.This woman is ruthless to others and even more ruthless to herself.

Mo Ran's eyes were slammed by something called panic, the voice was deep and difficult, every word seemed to have been smoked: "Chu Xia, don't try to use your life as a bargaining chip." Looking into her frosty eyes, " I can't afford to bet, and neither can you."

"You can try."

"Don't think about it!"

If one is desperate and the other is dismissive, the two attachments are doomed to harm, but they cannot escape knowing the end.

In his eyes there is a tyrannical overbearing, and in her eyes there is a determination that would rather be broken than jade. It turns out that they are so similar - the same stubbornness.

"Can you let go now? Mr. Zuo." Jiang Xiachu said in an alienated and cold tone.

Mr. Zuo...

It turned out that they were really far away from each other.

Her hand hurts, how can he beat him with such force.

Jiang Xiachu raised his brows indifferently, without even frowning, and the crimson strangle marks on his wrist were also indifferent.

Zuo Cheng was silent, Junyi's face was full of gloom, but Jiang Xiachu didn't leave any room for it, every word was like a needle: "Isn't it? What should it be called? Brother-in-law?" She snorted coldly, "Are you worthy?" She looked up slightly Putting his head close to Zuo Cheng's ear, he said harshly, "I'd rather never have you before."

The two people she loved the most died because of this person.

After the burial, only the walking corpse is left.

This man loves her like hell.

This man is her...brother-in-law.

She would rather never have left City.

Is it ridiculous?
It's ridiculous, even Jiang Xiachu thought so, so she couldn't help laughing, wantonly, sourly, raised her head, and the warmth in her eyes flowed back.

"In this life, without Zuo Cheng, there will be no more Jiang Xiachu."

She just smiled, laughed at him, and laughed at herself: "Then I would rather not have me."

What kind of hatred is it, melted into the bones, into the life.

"Don't laugh like that."

After suppressing her smile, she sneered: "You are still like this, thinking you can control everything, at least me, you can't." Lowering her head, her words were without warmth, "Let go."

"Let go of you, unless I die."

"It's not until death, is it?" Looking into Zuo Cheng's eyes, she undisguisedly revealed her hatred, her extremity: "I have never hated a person so much."

How long ago, there was a pair of the most beautiful hands in the snow. She really wanted to cherish them, but these hands were stained with the blood of her relatives, and there was only hatred left, and only hatred left.

"Then hate it, at least let you remember me forever."

If you can't love, just hate, at least someone is paying homage, at least she still remembers when he became so humble in Zuocheng.

She shook her head and blurted out a response: "It's not worth it." Stretching out her left hand, she pulled away the shackles of Zuocheng, one finger at a time, his right hand, her right hand, and turned around decisively, "Don't let me see those People following me."

When did the setting sun dissipate, and a round of moonlight shattered on his fingertips hanging in mid-air, clear white fingers with distinct joints.

What a beautiful hand, but it was trembling, his hand could not keep her warmth in the end.

(End of this chapter)