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Chapter 81 Be My Zuocheng's Wife (1)
"You may have overestimated you." Still casually.

When it comes to strategizing, Zuocheng is definitely the best.

Qi Minghai's plans are more than one short, and he can't even see through what this man carefully arranged.

"Then what do you want? How could it be a coincidence that you calculated so accurately?"

"What do you think?" Zuo Cheng asked with a faint smile, his eyes were deep and dark, and he couldn't see the color of happiness and anger clearly.

After several years of investigation, he only knew a little bit about Zuocheng Qi Minghai, clues and clues. He connected them together, and a name suddenly flashed in his mind. He boldly guessed: "Is that woman?"

His eyes, which were as black as splashed ink, sank, and his stern profile suddenly became a little colder.

Qi Minghai breathed a sigh of relief, it was a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, he never expected that the death spot of a person like Zuo Cheng would be an unarmed woman.

"As expected, I guessed right." Qi Minghai showed such a cunning smile for the first time when he entered the door.

"You know more than I think." The voice was gloomy, which made people feel chills to the bone for no reason.

No drip of water leaks out, yet there are still fish slipping through the net, Qi Minghai really cannot be underestimated, Qi Minghai half-smiles, there is no look of begging: "If that's the case, then Yi Chen, you can't move."

The pen fiddled with his fingertips loosened and fell freely, Zuo Cheng suddenly raised his head, with a cold and self-made smile on his lips: "Really?"

Asking back lightly, with a half smile but not a smile, he is still unfathomable.

Qi Minghai felt a chill go down his spine, the fear dissipated in his heart, and he was speechless again.

That's right, if Zuo Cheng didn't want to save him, he would definitely not stay there. His Ni Lin would die if touched.

Zuocheng is destined to be an unpredictable doom.

Qi Minghai was powerless, and left in defeat. Zuocheng, no one can control him.

In the quiet ward, with pale yellow lights, she sat quietly, looking at the person on the bed.

Stretching out her hand, she forgot to glance at the back of his bruised hand, and gently covered it, her lips were pale: "Yi Chen, you promised me to be here last night, have you forgotten?"

She asked him, but the ward was still quiet and there was no response.

She smiled wryly: "I remember, I will tell you." She leaned closer and leaned into his ear, "You said, you will live, even if you are dying, you will not give up, you said that as long as I call you, you will die." Will come back." Her eyes were moist, she blinked a few times, and the ripples swayed, "I called you so many times, you must have heard it, right, so why don't you come back?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, a tear fell on the back of his hand, dizzy, cold lines.

Raising her head, her dim eyes were directly facing the light, even though it was dazzling, she did not restrain her eyes, and only when her eyes were dry, she bent down, leaned against Yi Chen's chest, and murmured softly and tremblingly: "Yi Chen, I'm scared, don't fall asleep like this again, I'm scared."

It is said that Jiang Xiachu is cold and indifferent, not afraid of loneliness, not afraid of parting, not afraid of love and hatred.It turned out that her fear was only in front of one person.

Outside the door, a pair of deep eyes were getting colder, and a dark shadow in the depths was soft.

Jiang Xiachu closed his eyes and murmured softly, as if dreaming: "Qi Yichen, if you are really tired and don't want to wake up, I'll go find you."

She said that if he is like loess and white bones, she will accompany him to sleep forever.

It's not just talking, it's a sin to live anyway.

"Yi Chen." She seemed to be sleeping but was not sleeping, she was the only one who yelled these two words clearly.

"Yi Chen." Weak, stubborn, tireless, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, tears filled her eyelashes, falling on her curly and dense eyelashes, and Yi Chen's white hospital gown brushed against her lips, she murmured softly, "I'm calling You, why don't you come back?"

He broke his promise, did he break the promise, or did the promise abandon him?She was powerless to pursue it, because he never answered again.

"Yi Chen."

After the dead silence, she finally knew that no one with eyes like moonlight would smile at her again.

"Chu Xia, stop shouting, it's useless." Xi's unexpected voice woke her up.Looking up, the corners of the lips of the man on the hospital bed were tightly closed.

She was probably confused, how could her Yi Chen make such a bone-chilling voice?
Then, footsteps came urgently.She turned her head, unhurriedly, and met a pair of eyes that were as cold and desolate as night, she just glanced indifferently, and then moved away.Continue to call mechanically: "Yi Chen."

For the first time, her eyes were unprepared and disgusted, but such silent ignorance made it even more difficult for Zuo Cheng to be so furious that it was difficult to restrain himself.

"Jiang Xiachu!"

It was also the first time that he roared at her like this.

He just stood behind her, as a warm yellow light, with a cool back, she never looked back, her voice seemed a little cold: "Don't quarrel with me today, okay? Just today."

Even if Jiang Xia didn't look at Zuo Cheng at the beginning, just such soft words were enough to make Zuo Cheng crumble, all the fury died down, and he looked at her silently, her back was desolate, and his eyes were soft and clear.

"Yi Chen." She pretended to be no one else, and called again.

The voice was slightly hoarse, very weak, like a string that would break when it was pulled, entangled in Zuo Cheng's heart, and the pain was pulled by a single thread.

In the end, reluctance and distress occupied his thoughts, Zuo Cheng approached, squatted halfway beside her, raised his head, saw her bleak profile, and could not help but soft voice: "Xia Chu, it's useless, trust me."

"No, I don't believe it." She lowered her eyes, and the cold eyes shot into his eyes unexpectedly.His pale face was full of determination.

Probably as long as he said Zuocheng, she denied it for no reason, Zuocheng smiled wryly, and for a moment, condensed: "Do you only believe this him who can't live for a few days?"

"Yes, I only believe him." Without the slightest hesitation, she answered in a tearful manner, then turned her eyes away from Zuo Cheng, and continued her stubbornness, "Yi Chen."

She believed, she called him, and he would always come back.

She believed in such an unreasonable agreement, but she didn't believe a word of Zuo Cheng.

"Yi—" before he finished speaking, his wrist was clasped.

His voice was very cold: "No matter how you call him, he will not be able to avoid death if he continues like this." He held her wrist with uncontrollable strength, and his white porcelain fingers were slightly red, very much like him. The color of the eyes, looking into her eyes, "Xia Chu, it's not you who can save him, it's me."

Jiang Xiachu's dead eyes suddenly turned into frightened tiny spots of light, which slowly turned into two scorching spots, reflecting Zuo Cheng's handsome and ghostly face.

"Oh." She suddenly sneered, as if mocking.

It turned out that neither she nor her Yi Chen could escape from this man's cold palm.

No matter what, he appeared, when she was desperate.

Zuocheng, it is true as the rumors say: omnipotent.

She just smiled and said softly: "You are always so lingering."

(End of this chapter)