exclusive marriage

Chapter 65
Later, in addition to the smell of disinfectant, there was another smell on the tip of her nose, the smell she was most familiar with and avoided the most. It lingered for a long time and did not dissipate. He could see his dark eyes looking at her.

Don't wake up, at least not now, I'm too tired now, let me rest for a while, so that I can have the strength to keep talking to him.She told herself this, and fell asleep again.

Zuo Cheng... I hate you so much, but you love me so much, who is torturing whom?

Jiang Xiachu, don't wake up...it will hurt when you wake up...

The sun rose in the east and set in the west, finally, Jiang Xiachu woke up, fortunately, the prayer in her dream came true, she opened her eyes, but did not see Zuo Cheng.

The room has been cleaned, and there are several needle holes on the back of the hand, probably a lot of medicine.

Still a little weak, Jiang Xia got up at the beginning, there were no strange faces inside or outside the house, or even a strange smell, it seemed that everything had returned to before, without leaving any traces.

Jiang Xiachu sneered: It's really omnipotent, the scene was handled really cleanly.

Looking up, outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, she smiled, she didn't know what she was laughing at, her eyes hurt from laughing.

The flowering period is over, the oranges are green, the flowers are withering, and there is a lot of rain in the yellow plum season, and the time will be moldy, dull and dull.

Who said that there are many tidbits in the early summer season, and the beauty is pure.Is that true?

Zuo Cheng raised his head, his eyes were darkened, so it is said that the seasons are just a reflection of people's mood.Who will be blinded by who, and who will fly because of who.

At the beginning of Jiang Xia, that is the light of Zuocheng, holding Zuocheng's pen, stroke by stroke, frown and frown.

On this page, Jiang Xiachu only wrote one word - Shang.

At night, a round of cold moon is not yet full, and it is faintly covered with a dim apricot yellow.The wind suddenly picked up, and it was cold.

The night in July was actually cold, but it was only here.

Outside the rooftop, the moonlight danced, smuggling cold light to illuminate the thorn sunflower on the window sill and the face on the wooden chair.Zuo Cheng just sat silently, looking at the distant sky, his eyes were covered with a thick layer of white mist, like December snow, pressed down thickly.

The sky was full of stars, and in his eyes, they fell down overwhelmingly.

With cold eyes, he stared at the wisteria swing on the roof.

At the beginning of Xia, you see, I will keep whatever you like.Don't you want both the swing and me?

He twitched his lips mockingly, raised his right hand, and the dark red chateau in the wine glass swayed, it was really the color of blood, Jiang Xiachu said it was suitable for him, maybe she knew him?right!White fingers, bright red liquid, so fit.

"At the beginning of Xia." There was no explanation, no reason, her name was all blurted out, as if contaminated with poppies, he became addicted, and took the trouble: "At the beginning of Xia, at the beginning of Xia..."

What responded to him was only endless silence, she wouldn't answer him, she didn't want to.

At the beginning of Xia...can you make a good promise...

Looking at the wine glass, the blood-red chateau is full of Jiang Xiachu's shadow, shaking, dispersing, and reorganizing, it's still her.With trembling fingers, he raised his glass and drank it down.

so you can't see it...

The bitter chateau burned from the tip of the tongue to the stomach. It was extremely hot, painful, but also numb.

At the beginning of Jiang Xia, I drank your favorite chateau and tried to forget you for a while, isn't it very self-deceiving?Do I want to forget or not?

The wine bottles on the rattan chair scattered a little bit, the glass was empty, filled again, empty again...and repeated for an unknown number of times, until the air was full of the smell of chateau, demonic and chilly.

Zuo Cheng's lip line is very thin, and it is said that such a man with such lip line is ruthless.He was extremely sarcastic and ruthless, that's just an extravagant wish in other people's mouths.A glass of red liquid was full, and he poured it into his stomach bitterly. It hurt, but he became more awake.

Numb, but unable to get drunk.

Get drunk, so you can forget about it, it's really tiring all the time.

Holding the wine glass with white porcelain fingers, he pressed harder and harder. His pale face was reflected on the surface of the glass, and all the disguise of indifference had faded away. He was the most primitive and unadorned fragility. Yes, Zuocheng would also be vulnerable.The remaining redness at the corners of her lips was enchanting, and the hideous wound on her forehead had scabbed over, making it look more and more paper-like white.

He raised his hand and stroked the wound on his forehead with his fingertips, which was stained with a fishy smell. It didn't hurt there, but when he moved his hand to his chest, it hurt here.After being doused with wine, her voice was dry and hoarse: "Xia Chu, you know? It hurts, it hurts."

If you see it, you will definitely reply without hearing it: You deserve it.Fortunately, you didn't see it, otherwise these wounds would be difficult to heal.

Jiang Xiachu, you always say that I am omnipotent, you are wrong, the most omnipotent person is yourself, you can easily bruise me all over, shouldn't it be the most?
Jiang Xiachu, Jiang Xiachu, tell me, how can I not miss you...

The cold chateau paralyzed the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed mechanically in large mouthfuls, except for the earth-shaking stirring in his stomach, he was unconscious.

The night was dark, the stars were inexplicably bleak, and the back was lonely. In such a cold night, Zuo Cheng was so drunk that he completely forgot himself.

I don't know how much I drank, but I couldn't get drunk anyway. Behind him, Uncle Jin counted the empty wine bottles, and the strong smell of alcohol in the air seemed to make him faint as long as he smelled it.Shaking his head, he could only be helpless.

Young Master, why don't you just forget about working so hard?

Jiang Xiachu, how cruel are you to hurt him to this extent.

The smell of wine was mixed with the smell of blood. Uncle Jin looked at the deep bone wound on Zuocheng's forehead, feeling sore, took the medicine box and went up to the rooftop.

Going round and round, going round and round, is full of repetitive drama.

Uncle Jin can't remember how many times this is...

Six years ago, in a car accident, Zuo Cheng broke four ribs, but Jiang Xiachu in the driver's seat remained unscathed.

Five years ago, a dagger pierced three points into the bone, Zuo Cheng was covered in blood, and Jiang Xiachu laughed so hard that he couldn't forget himself.

Zuo Cheng seems to be used to this kind of back and forth, and Uncle Jin is also used to it, but there is still no way to turn a blind eye.

Zuo Cheng was only awake to Jiang Xiachu, but he had been in a daze for a long time, and he didn't realize it at all, standing behind him a series of heavy Uncle Jin.

"Master." Not daring to speak loudly, Uncle Jin called out cautiously.

Zuo Cheng shook the cup in his hand, poured it all down his throat, and said coldly: "Go out."

Is this still Zuocheng?The Zuocheng who turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain has completely disappeared.

Uncle Jin was heartbroken, no matter how earnestly he spoke, no matter how irrelevant he was, he couldn't bear to see such a sinking Zuo Cheng: "Master, don't drink anymore, your stomach is not good, drinking like this will hurt your health."

(End of this chapter)