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Chapter 67: Conspiracy, conspiracy and other idle places (2)
Zuocheng, Zuocheng... She likes to call him like this, it seems that from a very close distance, she knows that in the past 11 years, she has called the name Zuocheng the most.

"I went to the rooftop." Uncle Jin hesitated for a long time before replying.

The rooftop... everything there is related to Jiang Xiachu.No need to ask why?what happened?There is no second answer.Cheng Chuying asked firmly: "What did Jiang Xiachu do again?"

Jiang Xiachu, I seem to hate you a little...

In fact, Cheng Chuying didn't dare to do this, because Zuo Cheng didn't like it, but she couldn't control herself more and more.

Uncle Jin's eyes were deep, and his tone was serious: "Don't say this in front of the young master."

Cheng Chuying smiled and didn't take it seriously: "I know it. I violated a taboo once. How could there be a second time? Because it's Uncle Jin, I don't worry about it." .

Jiang Xiachu is a taboo in Zuocheng, no one else can touch it, say no, she knew it as early as when she was 13 years old.

At that time, Jiang Xiachu hadn't appeared yet, and it was the only time Zuocheng was drunk in his memory. He grabbed her and called Xia Chu, but she asked who was Xia Chu?Zuo Cheng came to his senses, pushed her away, and said, 'Never learn about this name'.

She was only 13 years old at that time, but she understood that it was a taboo for Xia Chu to be Zuocheng, and she never violated the taboo again.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, Cheng Chuying sipped his tea one after another, and Uncle Jin was thoughtful.

Putting down the cup, her tone was very calm, as if she was homely: "Uncle Jin, tell me, why is it Jiang Xiachu? Anyone can do it, but why is it Jiang Xiachu? It was too hard, and I never understood it. Listen to Jiang Xiachu. It’s been 11 years, and I can’t see what’s different about her, except that she’s a little bit crueler.”

She spoke in a calm and calm manner, and she hid in a deep place in the storm, and she was always on guard even for Uncle Jin who was like a friend.This is her secret.

She greedily added in her heart: Why not me?
But Cheng Chuying didn't know this secret, only Zuo Cheng didn't know this secret, and only she herself couldn't see it.

Uncle Jin took a deep look at Cheng Chuying, mixed complicated eyes, and then calmly withdrew: "Well, it's very ruthless, even worse than many people who kill people without blinking an eye. But who can do it again?" Whatever you say, the young master feels willing and worthwhile, and others cannot cross the line."

Chuying, do you understand?Others can't intervene, you must understand, I say that, do you understand?

Anyone can see it, why Chuying can't understand it.

She was still immersed in the daydream she wove, and unknowingly crossed the line: "Anyone is fine, if there is no Jiang Xiachu. Why does Zuo Cheng love her so much?"

She violated a taboo, but fortunately, Zuo Cheng didn't hear it.

Uncle Jin also assumed such an if, and Zuo Cheng replied at that time: Don’t let me hear such an if again.

Chuying, if you think about it, you can’t even think about it, do you understand?
Uncle Jin smiled bitterly, as if he was helpless: "Chuying, love is a terrible thing, it's not worth it."

It has been 11 years, and she is getting more and more unable to hide it, and it will be fatal.

Zuo Cheng put a label on himself - Wei Jiang Xia Chu.Who can think about it, of course it's not worth it, it's not worth it.

She was indifferent, and smiled lightly like an outsider: "I know, it's not worth it, and it's not worth it." Soon, she put away all the feelings of being sorry, and asked, "Is Zuocheng not good?"

Questioning sentence patterns, firm tone, when meeting Jiang Xiachu, when will Zuocheng be better?

Uncle Jin replied helplessly, succinctly: "It's very bad. I have had stomach bleeding three times in the past two months, and the fourth time is not far away. My forehead was injured and I didn't treat it."

Jiang Xiachu has only been around for two months, and Zuocheng has already looked like this. Who can match such a skill, Cheng Chuying admires: Jiang Xiachu, will you feel guilty?Even a little bit.

What a cruel woman, she has seen all kinds of prisoners, in terms of indifference, ruthlessness, and cruelty, none of them can match Jiang Xiachu.

Cheng Chuying got up, the white skirt was crumpled, she stroked it: "I'll go and see, I have to send him to the hospital."

"Chuying, I'm afraid you will be the one to go to the hospital." Uncle Jin didn't make any jokes, isn't he himself an example?
Cheng Chuying just laughed, and jokingly said: "Let's go together, Uncle Jin, don't forget to rub some medicine on your legs, Zuocheng will definitely not be lenient."

Sure enough, Uncle Jin's trousers were dyed red in large patches.

Zuo Cheng, you are so cruel, that's Uncle Jin, who has been with you for more than 20 years, and you can't exchange for Jiang Xiachu's dynasty.

It's a perfect match, with the same cold heart as Jiang Xiachu.

Uncle Jin felt familiar with Cheng Chuying's resolute back, oh, yes, he really looks like the young master, he sighed bitterly: "Why do you look so much like the young master, you can't be stubborn."

Chuying, like the young master's ruthlessness, like the young master's coldness, like the young master's shrewdness, as long as you don't imitate the young master's stubbornness.

There are many things that are unacceptable, such as Cheng Chuying's stubborn love, such as Zuocheng's infatuated Jiang Xiachu, but they clearly know that these unacceptable things have not stopped.

Uncle Jin just shook his head, that's all, everyone has their own destiny, so we can only use the abstract thing of destiny to explain it.

On the rooftop of the fourth floor, the wind was very strong, Cheng Chuying's white skirt fluttered, her steps were shallow, step by step, like walking on thin ice, walking very carefully.

From a distance, he could see a half-lying figure on a wicker chair, with his black suit jacket open, his white shirt a little wrinkled, his hair slightly disheveled, slovenly and decadent.But Cheng Chuying was madly infatuated with that man, she fell in love with that man's decadence, resoluteness, ruthlessness, and even ruthlessness.

Cheng Chuying, you are really crazy.She smiled wryly at herself, and approached with light steps, breathing very lightly, as if she was cautious for fear of shocking anything.

Standing at a distance of one meter, it was difficult for her to move. In 11 years, Zuocheng never allowed her to cross this distance.

She stood and watched, her eyes were intertwined with a dense network, all of which was a pale and illusory face.Zuo Cheng...how did you become like this...

Cheng Chuying stood quietly, as in the past, she didn't dare to cross the line, the only bold thing was peeping quietly, but this was the first time she could look at him unscrupulously for such a long time.When did this extremely vigilant man become so defenseless.

When Cheng Chuying was 11 years old, she believed that Zuo Cheng had the most beautiful hands in the world, and secretly hid another cognition in her heart, that Zuo Cheng's face was the most beautiful in the world.But now the most beautiful face is like a sketch in the middle ages, without any vividness, and the silence is like death.

On his forehead, the scars from his fingers had scabbed and turned dark red, glaring and hideous.Her sketch was destroyed by someone...

(End of this chapter)