Chapter 60
With such a quiet and cold look, Uncle Jin couldn't help but be solemn: "Qi Yichen was Miss Xia Chu's attending physician five years ago, and he was the one who replaced the corpse in Miss Xia Chu's ward, that is to say, he was the one who helped Miss Xia Chu escape. Yes, and for the past five years, Miss No. [-] will go to the hospital every month." He paused, thought about it, and continued, "And once a month, Qi Yichen will arrange psychological treatment for Miss Xia Chu, and the attending physician is a psychologist. An authoritative doctor who specializes in dissociative disorder hysteria, Qi Yichen seems to have known about Miss Xia Chu's illness."

Zuo Cheng paused with his fingers, his narrowed eyes were pure black, as dark as a starless night, instantly covered with a layer of gray.

When Jiang Xiachu was 17 years old, she had a nightmare for a year. When she woke up, she forgot a lot and made a lot of mistakes. She didn’t know that there is a mental disorder that makes the memory, the environment, and even the cognition of self-identity wrong or completely inconsistent. Professional It's called hysteria.

There was no sound for a long time, his fingertips slid over the font that recorded her for five years, and his movements were a little clumsy and cautious, he murmured softly: "Fortunately, she doesn't know yet."

I don't know, hysteria, I don't know about the dream of that year, I don't know that she was not her, I don't know, he selfishly stripped her memory... Fortunately, I don't know...

When meeting Jiang Xiachu, the young master was emotionally impaired, but Uncle Jin remained calm: "If Qi Yichen tells Miss—"

Zuo Cheng interrupted hastily: "I won't let him have a chance to say it."

"This person can't move, he can't become the second Ji Qiancheng."

Don't make the same mistakes again, Jiang Xiachu, wrapped in a stubborn and indifferent cloak, has long been a rotten body, and can no longer withstand the second 17-year-old nightmare.

Zuo Cheng was silent, his eyes were slightly lowered, his expression was as cold as a pool of water in late autumn, only his words were hot: "I don't allow it either." He pursed his lips slightly, like poppies, "Sometimes a person wants to disappear, There are many ways, and the best one is to try everything possible to make him not exist, but to make everyone feel grateful."

Uncle Jin is no stranger to such a strong bloodthirsty aura, this is Zuo Cheng, he knows how ruthless and utterly beautiful Zuo Cheng's unreal hands are.Qi Yichen, should we be thankful, the young master's creed is as follows: those who want to be destroyed should not leave room for it.

It can be killing, scratching, or a sugar-coated poison, the former is the worst policy, and the latter is the best, but Zuo Cheng prefers the former, and Qi Yichen is the first.

"Qi Yichen's background shouldn't be simple. Someone tampered with him in the hospital and couldn't find anything. It was deliberately hidden." Frowning fine lines, Uncle Jin is rarely so clueless.

Qi Yichen is not simple, how can he be simple, someone who can hide Jiang Xiachu for five years...

Zuo Cheng's black pupils held a cold light, and his fingertips drew a deep crease on the black cover: "Congenital heart disease, it should be easy to get sick." What method should be used to find someone who can rule Qi Yichen, he should not be in the country."

The corners of Zuo Cheng's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a touch of beauty on his lips, like a poppy flower blooming.

Sure enough, even if Qi Yichen disappeared, everyone would only be grateful to Dade.

Turns out sometimes, saving someone is just a way to kill someone.

Zuocheng is indeed covered with beautiful poppies, covered with poison.

There were some fine beads of sweat on Uncle Jin's forehead, such a way of putting him to death would inevitably be risky, Uncle Jin felt a little sad in his heart: "Qi Yichen is easy to handle, but Miss Xia Chu is not what I expected, in case, she also—"

"There's nothing wrong with it." Misty mist flashed in his eyes, "Jiang Xiachu doesn't need to love me, but she can't love anyone."

Jiang Xiachu is the only card that Zuo Cheng didn't expect, there are a thousand things in case, how can he not be in case, in fact, he himself doesn't know, the only certainty is that he doesn't allow it.He can indulge her not to love, but if it is someone else, absolutely not.

Uncle Jin smiled wryly, as long as the young master met Jiang Xiachu, he would be in chaos. He knew that the omnipotent young master couldn't control Jiang Xiachu at all, and the one under control was always the young master himself, but Uncle Jin couldn't be confused: " Even if you don't love him, Qi Yichen has been with Miss Xia Chu for the past five years, if—"

"There is no if." Jiang Xiachu can be grateful, but he can't love, he can be reluctant, but he can only stay.

The black eyes flashed over to Uncle Jin, they were cold for a moment, so unquestionable, what else could be said, Uncle Jin remained silent, he was helpless, he was probably not as good as the young master.

Jiang Xiachu, it's best not to have such an if, no one can afford that price.

"Then I will start now."

Uncle Jin nodded respectfully, since the young master wants to gamble, who can stop him, that's all, that's all.

Uncle Jin retreated to the door, and suddenly heard Zuo Cheng's cold voice: "Lin Qingyan."

Only said three words, one name. After more than 20 years of following as both a teacher and a friend, Uncle Jin understands it naturally.

Sure enough, Zuocheng was always like this, protecting Jiang Xiachu to a watertight.

"I understand." Uncle Jin respectfully.

"I want her detailed information, especially related to Ye Zaixi."

"Yes."

I can't bear to let the child not be able to trap the wolf... Jiang Xiachu is a wolf, but he can only be a wolf from his left city, no one can think about it.

In this world, there is no one who can count against Zuo Cheng, unless he is willing.

As far as scheming is concerned, Zuocheng is the most important.

It was agreed that he would not run away anymore, how could he still throw away his helmet and armor like this, Jiang Xiachu didn't know how he walked into the stairs, how he pressed the number, how he got out of the elevator, machines generally don't know what to do, Just instinctively leave the 49th floor where the air is thin.

The head is so heavy, and the footsteps are also heavy. The elevator door just opened, and there was a lot of noise.Jiang Xia looked around at the beginning, why did she walk to the movie set by accident, turned around and continued to be absent-minded.

"Jiang Xiachu."

Ye Zaixi never keeps a low profile, Jiang Xiachu knows it, but so many people don't know how to restrain themselves.

He pursed his lips, rubbed his dizzy head, turned around, and accepted unfamiliar or familiar gazes with a blank expression.

"Don't be so loud." The originally pale face turned a few traces of crimson, and the voice was soft and powerless.

"Did you not see me? Or did you ignore me on purpose?" Ye Zaixi was a little childish.Her face was reddish and purple after just putting on makeup.

"I have a headache."

When a person is sick, he becomes weak and becomes honest.

"Let me see."

With that said, Ye Zaixi reached out to touch Jiang Xiachu's forehead.She just turned away without a trace, and said, "It's okay, it's windy outside, and it's blowing."

People are sick, but their vigilance remains the same.

Ye Zaixi looked outside through the window, Tian and Jiang Xiachu's expression was the same, calm, where did the wind come from.

(End of this chapter)

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