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Chapter 42 The Poisoned Poppy

"I don't want to hear any words from his mouth." The fiery color in Zuo Cheng's gloomy eyes reflected a cold light.

Achilles heel?Cheng Chuying's lips sneered: Everyone knows the facts, but Nilin, who can't be mentioned by anyone, is Jiang Xiachu's indifference.

Ren was dragged out of the box, smiling all the time, maybe at Zuo Cheng, maybe at himself, who knows.Then there was no sound, maybe there will be no sound in this life.

Cheng Chuying has a pair of very bright eyes, which seem to be shining in the dark, and they are always facing the direction of Zuocheng.Zuo Cheng is used to the darkness, and she is used to catching his eyes accurately in the dark.She walked over and sat at the end that was not far and not near. She was once thankful that, except for Jiang Xiachu, she was the only woman who was so close to him, but it seemed that she was not satisfied now.

"Are you eliminating harm for the people, or are you sympathetic to me?" Cheng Chuying joked knowingly.Sometimes she hated herself for being so humble about pretending to be ignorant.

"How is she?" When did Rou have a stern look on his face, it probably started from the moment Zuo Cheng thought of Jiang Xiachu.

Zuo Cheng is always fond of that woman without hesitation.

Jiang Xiachu...Jiang Xiachu...the answer that never changes.Cheng Chuying felt that she was so cheap, she insisted on humiliating herself, and continued to force her smile.

"Jiang Xiachu?" She bit out these three words with difficulty, her lips were smiling, her eyes were dark, her heart was tugging, she pretended, "I'm going back."

For once, don't let her think of that name.Jiang Xiachu, Jiang Xiachu... Zuocheng, is there really nothing in your world except Jiang Xiachu?
Cheng Chuying knew that it was a question of humiliation. It seemed that she had always played such a role, deceiving herself and others in Zuocheng's world.

"You go back to the prosecutor's office."

The eternally cold voice is tender only when it mentions Jiang Xiachu, but Cheng Chuying is greedy for the tenderness at that time.

"I just came back." Cheng Chuying's deep voice seemed to be falling to the bottom, along with her heart.

In the prosecutor's course, there is a compulsory course dedicated to hiding emotions. Cheng Chuying will always get the highest score in this course, but, she thinks, if the examiner is Zuo Cheng, then she will never pass it.She knew that at this time, her face must be completely pale and messed up. Fortunately, the light was so dim that he couldn't see it.

In fact, even if the lights are very bright, Zuo Cheng can't see it, because he has never seen it.

"In the advanced archives of the prosecutor's office, there is my Zuocheng information, and you are the prosecutor." His words without warmth, and his eyes without warmth, have never changed when facing her in 11 years.

In Cheng Chuying's eyes, the pride and self-confidence she was proud of disappeared completely, except for the humble and careful: "I'm very careful, I won't find you."

Time and time again, she abandoned her self-esteem, and time and time again, he crushed her dignity.His heart is already far away, isn't that enough?

Not enough... He said, "It's better not to check."

With no makeup, her face was as pale as paper, and the overwhelming thing in her eyes was called pain.What else can she do other than force her face and smile, who told her that she is only willing to go her own way for him, even if she is disobedient to Zuo Cheng.She smiled stubbornly: "Qi Minghai has his eye on the Zuo family. He is suspected of laundering crimes and manipulating the stock market. He moves very quickly, so he took precautions early."

Even if Zuo Cheng dismissed her, Cheng Chuying was still persistent.Prosecutor, what a sacred profession, but for Cheng Chuying, it was only for Zuocheng's selfishness.

"He can't touch me." Zuo Cheng looked at the red wine in his hand, his eyes stained with a pool of ink did not see Chu Ying, "In the future, don't interfere with Zuo's affairs, the prosecutor is very suitable for you."

"But I became a prosecutor for you." She almost blurted out, with heavy feelings clamoring in her body, and reason could not overcome emotion in the end.

"If that's the case, don't say it in the future." Pomo's eyes were unwavering, as if he was just talking about insignificant things.

It seemed that the air had been emptied, and the feeling of suffocation made her unable to add any more. The lowered hand clenched, let go, and clenched again.

It's no wonder that Cheng Chuying began to understand when it was said that the love is deep and the mind is damaged.

It seems that Cheng Chuying has violated Zuocheng's game rules.

From the very beginning, he made such unfair terms.He said: Don't fall in love with me.

Already in love... She didn't have the courage to say it, and just followed that ridiculous rule by deceiving herself.

He continued to resolutely: If so, just leave.

She broke the rules in her heart: If it was Jiang Xiachu...

Until now, she has not asked, because she is afraid of being judged out.

This May seems to be very hot, and the flowering period is also very long. The flowering season of poppies has passed, but it has not been seen for a long time, and even the season of tea flowers has been delayed.

The flower language of poppies - the love of death.

The flower language of tumi flowers - the beauty of strangers.

Two extremes, at the end of May, one is dry and the other is prosperous.

So is it possible to think that there is a black zone at the extreme edge?Whose scene should it be?Who wrote it?Does who and who also have a May?
May, sultry days, the end of the month, but the rain of this month has not yet fallen, and it has been clouded for so long.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock... Finally, the rain fell on the bead curtain and turned into tears.

Boom—a thunder, a pair of eyes opened in the darkness.

What a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, slightly narrowed into crescent moons, but... the eyes are hazy, sleepy, it seems that they can't find the north...

Guan Ai blinked, trying to wake up, tilted his head, and exhaled in pain: "It hurts so much."

How can I have a splitting headache?It's like my head has been run over by something.Kneading her beautiful eyebrows and piecing together bits and pieces of memories, Guan Ai's eyes are clear.

"Damn Jiang Xiachu, why don't you mix it with wine?" Guan Ai faced the empty room, annoyed for a while, and after venting, he frowned even tighter: "It really hurts."

Guan Ai ruffles the messy hair and looks at the clock on the wall: it's ten o'clock, which is quite early.Look out the window again: the rain is really heavy, today is a holiday.

Guan Ai's stomach turned upside down, and sour water came out, which was the result of self-inflicted evil.He tiptoed out of bed, put on casual home clothes, and went looking for something to eat without even brushing his teeth.

Guan Ai later thought, if he brushed his teeth, would he not meet that annoying old man when he came down?

Eh!Why didn't you brush your teeth and come down again?Guan Ai regretted it.

It's like this...

After being drunk, one usually has a splitting headache, pantothenic acid in the stomach, and discomfort on an empty stomach, especially when Guan Ai is drunk.So I went downstairs wearing big toe shoes, looking for something to rest my stomach.

Going downstairs, the corner of the big-toed shoes was just showing, before Guan Ai could show his face, a stack of newspapers covered his face.

The newspaper was obviously very thin, and a certain newspaper office used low-quality paper, which was very soft, but Guan Ai, who was originally having a splitting headache, felt dizzy for a while.

(End of this chapter)