exclusive marriage

Chapter 85 The Simplest Marriage Process (3)
Another pair of shadowy eyes reflected on the car window, like the ice that is about to break, all the light is refracted at one point, but there is a hint of softness in the cold, just like that for a long time, silently looking at the person lying on the car window.

He took her cold hand, put the certificate in her palm, and brought his own temperature, which was also cold.

As if awakened from a dream, Jiang Xiachu retracted her hand vigilantly, turned her eyes, looked at Zuocheng warily, and said after a while, "Keep it safe, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist burning it."

"Even if it's burned, you're still my Zuo Cheng's wife." He replied heavily.

After taking the red book, it was heavy and scorching, as if something was stuck in her heart, and it was difficult to breathe. Jiang Xiachu opened the car window, and the wind picked up her hair, which was a bit biting, but she was sober. She looked at Outside the window, he joked casually: "Red is so dazzling, I still like green."

"Don't even think about it." His eyes were filled with sullenness, and his fingertips that were gripping Jiang Xiachu suddenly tightened.

I would rather believe that Zuocheng will demolish all the civil affairs bureaus, and there will be no day when the red books will be replaced by green books.

She was just indifferent, looking at the notebook in the palm of her hand, her crescent eyes were bright red and scorching hot.For the first time, Jiang Xiachu felt that red was so dazzling and disgusting.

Put the things in the palm of the hand into the innermost layer of the backpack, out of sight and out of sight, and asked calmly, "What about now?"

"Go home." As the words fell, there seemed to be a shallow arc on Zuo Cheng's lips.

His home will also be hers in the future.She will settle in the city of Zuocheng.

There is something in Zuo Cheng's heart overflowing, which is called satisfaction.

It's just a scene, a scene, and two completely different moods.

Jiang Xiachu asked indifferently, her voice was ethereal and unreal as if hanging high in the sky: "Home?" She chuckled lightly, with sarcasm: "Heh."

No, it's not a home, it's a cage, it's the Tongque Tower where she was locked up for the rest of her life.

"It's your home. Everything I have has long been yours, even if you don't admit it." The voice was difficult, with a slight trill, but every word was resolute.

She was expressionless: "No." Stubbornly like a child, her voice was as deep as lead, and repeated, "No."

Jiang Xiachu looked out of the window, Zuo Cheng looked at her profile, the neon was on her face, and her face was in his eyes, the color of the neon was removed, it was simply her.

Zuo Cheng turned his head, his bright eyes were like a lake in early autumn, gradually cooling down.Lips stick to sarcasm.

She... turned him into the most ridiculous person.

No one knew that as early as six years ago, Zuo's surname had been changed to Xia, and this unarmed woman was the legal person of this business empire.As Zuo Cheng said, he is willing to give whatever he can.

She will dismiss it, so he won't tell her.

The car started slowly, and under the moonlight, the porcelain-like fingers holding the steering wheel felt the chill of the night.

The bright neon lights retreated in Jiang Zaicheng's eyes, and she said lightly: "Take me back." The voice chilled the night, and it was a little colder, "Tonight, I don't want to go back to Zuo's house."

"It's not necessary." Rejected decisively.

Because I have tasted satisfaction and joy, I am more greedy and more afraid.

She turned her head and looked at Zuo Cheng's profile: "Otherwise, I'll go back by myself."

The calmest threat and the least ups and downs of Uncle Chen made Zuo Cheng helpless.

"呵——" He turned sharply, and finally changed direction, his eyes were like Yeyue in the early morning of midnight, "You always have a way to make me helpless."

Sometimes it's a look, sometimes it's a word, Jiang Xiachu always has a way to make Zuocheng nowhere to go.

She sneered, closed her eyes, and didn't want to say a word.

There was no words all the way, only the speeding scenery was receding.

The car stopped under the apartment building, Zuo Cheng didn't get off the car, and only left a sentence: "I'll wait for you."

Jiang Xiachu didn't reply, and stepped into the corridor at a faster pace.

Click——Close the door, the whole person becomes limp on the ground, and Jiang Xiachu begins to gasp for breath.

It was just one day, and she seemed to have walked through the gate of hell.

After a few minutes, she got up, locked the door, and turned on all the lights.

In summer, she felt extremely cold, so she wrapped up a coat, nestled in the sofa, dumped all the contents in the bag, and rolled on the floor, the dazzling marriage certificate jumped into her eyes, picked it up, she squinted : "I said I would burn."

Phew——a little flame from the lighter hit her slightly pale side face, and there was a layer of gray-blue shadow under her eyelashes.The yellowish flame was dyed red by the lit certificate.

She sneered, a bit ghostly, on the glass of the coffee table, the red flame flickered, reflecting her handsome face became more and more cold and dark.

Her marriage, after a little fire, turned into a mass of ashes, reached out and brushed it away without leaving any traces.She got up, took the photos on the table, and walked to the window. It seemed that she had put in a lot of effort, but she didn't dare to approach.

It was late at night, the moon hanging high outside the window, it was cold and desolate, under the moon, the man was leaning against the car door, the street lamp elongated his figure, reflecting the cold and dark mottled ground.

On the glass window, the ghostly figure in the photo is reflected, with a bright smile on his lips, as if he is staring at the window in a daze.Jiang Xiachu said to the photo in his hand: "Sister, did you see it? He is standing there." His hand brushed the cold glass on the photo, his eyes were clean, her eyes, and the pupils in the photo, looked together Downstairs, "You must have not seen him for a long time, he probably won't go to your grave."

Probably in Zuo Cheng's memories, he can't remember Jiang Shenxia's appearance, right?

Suddenly, she smiled, held up the photo, and looked at the person downstairs.

Do you remember what she looked like?Did it appear in a dream?Will it be awakened?
Do you remember his appearance, the deep summer in the sky?

"Sister." She murmured softly, "Many years later, it may not be many years, I may also be buried in the Zuo family's ancestral grave, if you are as kind and generous as before, but promise me, don't forgive me .”

Jiang Xiachu will never know that even after a hundred years, she will never meet Jiang Shenxia in the Zuo family's ancestral grave, because from the beginning to the end, only Zuocheng's only wife will be buried in the Zuo family cemetery.

Jiang Xiachu had no idea how crazy that man was.

At the height of the 49th floor, she lowered her eyes and could only see the blurred edges and corners of the man. Only those eyes were dazzlingly bright, as if piercing into her eyes: "That man ruined my sister's life, now—" After a pause, the voice was difficult like being stabbed by a needle, "There is still me."

Stinging—she pulled the curtain heavily, and the moon, the light, and the bleak figure disappeared in her eyes.The figure in the photo in his hand suddenly dimmed.

Holding the photo, she curled herself up on the sofa and closed her eyes.

"It's retribution, I shouldn't have met that person in the snow 11 years ago."

(End of this chapter)