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Chapter 66: Conspiracy, conspiracy and other idle places (1)
Chateau is such a strong wine, just two glasses will make you unconscious, but Zuo Cheng drank four bottles. Is it fatal to drink this way?
His cool eyes sank, his thin lips moved slightly, and the violent Zuo Cheng said, "Are you going to disobey my words now?" With a bloodless face, blue veins popped up on his forehead.

Uncle Jin's slightly cloudy eyes were brown, without any flickering. He always obeyed Zuo Cheng's orders. This was the first time he resisted, and he was very firm: "Master, let me deal with your injury. You can't drink any more of this wine, your stomach can't take it."

"Boom-"

The wine bottle shattered all over the floor, splashing under Uncle Jin's feet, and the sharp debris pierced his bones.No difference, the wine bottle didn't touch Uncle Jin, but it still made him unable to get off the ground for a few days.

This is Zuo Cheng, who is ruthless and ruthless. Even though he treats the closest people, he will not be soft on himself.

Uncle Jin straightened his back, didn't bend down a bit, his legs trembled a little, and there was some red stains on the trousers of his suit, which was very messy.

Zuo Cheng gave a cold look, and his voice was unconcerned, like wine in a glass, extremely strong: "Uncle Jin, you know me, and next time, it will not only hurt your leg."

In such a state of embarrassment, even the closest people don't want to reveal the slightest bit. Zuo Cheng's pride is as precious as his life, and there is only one person who turns a blind eye to it.

Uncle Jin raised his head, the focused light in his eyes did not flicker, and his voice was respectful but vigorous: "I know." After pondering for a moment, he was as determined as a piece of jade, "Master, don't think of yourself, think of Miss Xia Chu."

This is Uncle Jin's only trump card, Zuo Cheng will not soften his heart, but he can't let go of Jiang Xiachu's, Jiang Xiachu's trump card has never lost in five years.

Jiang Xiachu?Thin lips raised a mocking arc, Zuo Cheng sneered coldly: "Her?" His voice was deep and cold, "I'm afraid I wish I could die."

Jiang Xiachu, I didn't let you down, now I'm in so much pain that I want to die, my stomach, my head, every inch of my sense organs, you must have dug them out, how could it be so painful.

If one day, the loess and bones of my left city, you, Jiang Xiachu, will surely live a hundred years without any worries, and maybe you will laugh like crazy while stepping on my grave.At the beginning of Jiang Xia, you will, you will do this, so, I will never be a handful of loess before you, never!

Pale face, bursting like a poppy, deadly eyebrows.Dark eyes, stained with ink, covered with frost, cold to the bone, a kind of beautiful demon rule, exclusive to Zuo Cheng's bloodthirsty.

This kind of Zuocheng, the second time Uncle Jin saw him, the first time was five years ago when Jiang Xiachu fled Zuo's house, and the second time is now.It was as if a chill came from the soles of his feet. Even Uncle Jin, who was galloping underworld, couldn't bear to retreat from such chilling.Calmness is just pretending: "Miss Xia Chu's life is very long, young master, there is still tomorrow, and there will be a future, if you drink like this, you will have nothing."

The wine glass on his lips tilted, the red chateau slid across Zuo Cheng's white shirt, the corners of his lips were slightly sipped, Zuo Cheng never touched a drop of that glass of wine.

It has to be said that Uncle Jin is a shrewd banker, and his betting chips are exactly winning.

Zuo Cheng can give up his tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, every day, even his life, but he has no choice but to want Jiang Xiachu's life.Is there any gambling in Zuocheng like this?

With a dry voice, still like wine, strong and mellow, he laughed at himself: "Don't worry, I won't kill myself." Putting down the glass, "For the last time, go out."

Zuocheng, Zuocheng, let it be trampled on like this without reservation?Life was given to her, can't she even keep her dignity now?

Zuo Cheng is alive, it seems that he is blood-stained, killing people again and again, and his heart softens twice in his life, once to Cheng Chuying, and once to himself, and the reason is all because of Jiang Xiachu.

At the beginning of Jiang Xia, a girl who is as clean as a sheet of white paper disdains killing so much, do you know that the right to kill lives belongs to you, and you have never been clean before.

The eagle-like sharp eyes were closed, and Zuo Cheng, who closed his eyes, seemed to be fragile and harmless, his brows were furrowed tightly, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow, which was particularly conspicuous on his pale handsome face, with a red scar on his forehead. Not embarrassing but enchanting.

Uncle Jin was silent, and looked at Zuo Cheng's injury thoughtfully, how much his young master must be in pain.

Uncle Jin turned around, his footsteps were very light, gradually calmed down, and the wind suddenly picked up, blowing the thorn sunflowers on the roof.

That is Jiang Xiachu's favorite plant...

He fell into a deep sleep, dreaming, and murmured: "Chu Xia."

Even in her dream, she regarded him as a snake and a scorpion, and she didn't want him to touch her face at all.

The silver Mercedes-Benz was parked under the moon, on the car window, the delicate face of the woman was very beautiful, but her brows were slightly frowned.

Zuo Cheng, don't drive me away this time...

The woman got out of the car, and the white skirt was reflected by the moonlight without staining her hair.

"Uncle Jin." The woman smiled at Yan Yan, Qing Ling's eyes were bright.

"Chuying, you're here." The tone was very familiar, one was nearly sixty and the other was under thirty, but they looked like old friends.Uncle Jin lived with Cheng Chuying for a long time, and when Jiang Xiachu came to Zuo's house, she was sent to the United States, during which she only had contact with Uncle Jin.

The bright eyes flashed, very strange, Cheng Chuying came here for the first time, and she was very familiar, because it was similar to Zuo Zhai five years ago.

It is in line with Zuocheng's style - the never-changing black.

Cheng Chuying smiled, and bought himself a cup of tea: "Li Chenghuang's case is over, and I will be given a few days off from the Supervision Office. I will come and have a look. I am a little worried about Zuo's accounts. Qi Minghai is moving very fast. I am afraid It is difficult for Zuo to retreat completely."

That's a good excuse, Cheng Chuying is becoming more and more self-deceiving, I'm afraid it's someone who you're worried about.She herself began to admire herself.

Uncle Jin has followed Zuo Cheng for a long time, and his tone is more and more like Zuo Cheng's, confident and arrogant: "Zuo's family is calm, don't worry, the young master never suffers, even if Qi Minghai has superb abilities, he can't touch Zuo's family."

"That's good, it seems that I ran for nothing."

The white skirt dragged to the floor, and Cheng Chuying put it away without a trace, with a little stain, she frowned.

Zuo Cheng likes white the most, Jiang Xiachu never wears white, except for the prosecutor's uniform, she only loves white.

You see, who is like whom, and who has replaced whom?
Uncle Jin echoed: "It's really not the right time."

It's better to say that, except for Jiang Xiachu, it's not the right time for anyone to come.It's just that Uncle Jin is a little hard to say, Chuying, he watched the thin and simple little girl grow into a prosecutor in charge, how could he not see what was on her mind.

Some things will be fatal, but so many people flock to them.

The beautiful double pupils were like the color of glazed glass, and they were full of brilliance as they flowed. She was a little anxious, and she asked, "What's wrong with Zuocheng?"

Cheng Chuying calls Zuo Cheng, she doesn't follow Uncle Jin to call him Master, and she doesn't call her husband or president like her subordinates. For the past 11 years, she has been calling him by his first name.Zuo Cheng had never vetoed it, so Cheng Chuying always thought that she was somewhat special.

(End of this chapter)