exclusive marriage

Chapter 83 The Simplest Marriage Process (1)
Then she was silent and did not answer.

"I'll give you the right to choose." Zuo Cheng answered, it was not room for negotiation, it was undeniably domineering.

Jiang Zaicheng just sneered: "It's ridiculous, you hold all the bargaining chips and let me choose. You never planned to give me a chance, did you? It's Qi Yichen's life, do I still have a choice?" With a smile, the pupils are icy cold, without flickering or flowing.

There was no hysteria, no resistance, no discussion, because these things would become worthless in front of Zuo Cheng, she saved it.The only extravagant thing should be the specious heartache deep in the bottom of his eyes.

He still didn't let her go...

The voice was as cold as ice, piercingly cold: "Jiang Xiachu, don't show such a heartbroken expression in front of me for other men in the future." Jiang Xiachu snorted coldly and refused to deny it. Then, the ghostly voice of Zuocheng continued, " It will make me want to destroy it." His eyes were full of destructive fire, he never joked, and he didn't bother to threaten.

Jiang Xiachu's lips were a little stiff, and she couldn't even draw a sneer.

This man has upended her life and ruined her whole life. Now he still refuses to let go of her emotions, so he replied coldly, "If there comes a day, don't be soft-hearted."

His eyes dimmed, and the profile of his face seemed to be covered with a layer of autumn frost. His translucent fingers were the same color as the white sheets, and they were clenched bit by bit.

If that day really comes, he will still soften his heart...

"From now on, don't stay where I can't see." He rarely ordered this.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" She smiled back, her eyes were as cold as ice.

Her freedom, her whole life, after today, belonged to Zuocheng. She was so poor that she didn't even have her own surname.

Zuo's Jiang Xiachu... If it was her destiny, she would accept it.

For seven hours, Jiang Xiachu stayed by Zuocheng's side, and sat in front of the window, looking at the pot of thorn sunflowers. The two people who were originally taciturn had nothing to say at this time. When the sun went down, Zuocheng Went out of the hospital.

She didn't go to see Yi Chen, it wasn't because she didn't want to, didn't dare, and couldn't, sitting in the car in Zuocheng, looking at the entrance of the hospital, suddenly felt empty in her heart.

"When is Yi Chen leaving?" With the car window open, the wind was very strong at night, frizzing her hair.

"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon." Zuo Cheng replied, looking at her side face, equally cold.

Jiang Xiachu didn't turn his eyes, but still looked in the direction of the hospital: "I'm going to send him off."

Run your fingertips across her hair, unlike Jiang Xiachu's temperament, her hair is very soft.It's just cool, probably dyed by the temperature at night.

After a long time, Zuo Cheng replied: "The premise is to be with me."

Zuo Cheng regressed, but the premise he said still sounded too strong.

Jiang Xiachu smiled coldly, with faint dimples on her lips, she looked at Zuo Cheng: "Are you going to imprison me in the future?" She asked calmly.

She wanted to prepare for the worst, but found that, as in Zuocheng's rules, the word 'most' was originally unrealistic.

Zuo Cheng looked out of the opposite window, the neon lights were shining brightly, but his eyes were only black and white: "No." Turning his eyes, his eyes were stained with ruthlessness, "If you can run away, you won't compromise now, Qi Yichen, I don't agree." will make him die."

Zuo Cheng is the best at handling weaknesses, Qi Yichen has this bargaining chip, and Jiang Xiachu has lost everything.She smiled, her eyes were a little colder than the rising moon: "It's best not to let him die for the rest of my life."

Jiang Xiachu didn't threaten, but Zuo Cheng's eyes were full of uneasiness, he hated that person so much, he was actually afraid that that person would die.

His fingertips were entwined with her hair, and he brushed it lightly, not daring to be serious, like his words, which were also cautious: "Xia Chu, I have no other choice, so just stay by my side like this, thanks Yours, I'll pay back everything I have."

all?This word covers a lot of things, money, power, dignity, sincerity, life, and even life.

But Zuo Cheng still used the word without hesitation.

Really complied with that sentence, what you have, what you can give, you are willing to give.

But she replied, calmly and indifferently: "Everything you have? I don't want it."

Because he didn't want it, everything in Zuocheng became worthless.

Sometimes, you hold your heart too high, and when you fall, only you know how painful it is.

The eyes were dark and sinking, the brows were tightly frowned, slightly white, and the thin lips parted slightly, and she said her name, a little bit tenderly, a little weak: "Xiachu—"

I don't know if there are any words below, but Jiang Xiachu interrupted: "What about now? Where are you going?"

Bitterness overflowed in his throat, his dark eyes were reflected on the car window, and there were confused light spots on the falling ground, without words, the car started slowly, galloping in the night, getting faster and faster.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Xiachu asked again with the same expressionless face.

"Civil Affairs Bureau."

The three words, a calm answer, disturbed the calmness in Jiang Xiachu's eyes, her tone was cramped and uneasy: "Are you so impatient?"

In fact, she was not as fearless as she thought. At this moment, these three words made her timid.

Zuo Cheng really didn't give her a chance to breathe.

He drove without looking back, his side face was as cold as the frost of autumn: "I wanted to do this 11 years ago."

11 years ago, she was only 11 years old, and this man was so crazy that it made people frightened. When they met at first sight, they actually presupposed a lifetime as long as he was. He was only seventeen at that time.

She was afraid, such a left city.Her face was calm, but her eyes were messed up, and her voice was filled with tremors that she tried to hide: "But you married your sister."

11 years ago, he fell in love with her.

Six years ago, he married her sister.

Now, he wants her to be his wife.

What an absurd farce, even she herself in the play couldn't help but find it extremely ridiculous.

Zuo Cheng also sneered, and dismissed the farce in such a dismissive way: "Except for that marriage letter, she has never been my wife."

She snorted coldly, and her suddenly high voice was full of sarcasm: "Has anyone ever said that you are a complete lunatic?"

madman?Zuo Cheng sneered, no, far more than that.

If Jiang Xiachu knew that her sister was not buried in the Zuo family's ancestral grave, but a white dress, Jiang Xiachu's favorite white dress that was stained with blood when she was 17 years old, she probably wouldn't be able to just call a lunatic.

It is true that he will not let her know that the ancestral grave of his left family is gone, and only the wife he believes can be buried.

Zuo Cheng sneered, and replied, "Only you."

Even if he is a lunatic, there is no denying it, but there is no other person who dares to curse like this except Jiang Xiachu.

Jiang Xiachu sighed, and leaned against the car window, the city street scene was reversed, the neon lights were bright, dazzling, and the sky was full of colors, bleak in her eyes, and she closed slightly: "Zuocheng, you are turning me into a little by little Crazy like you."

(End of this chapter)