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Chapter 99 He wants her forever (2)
Zuo Cheng pondered for a moment, and opened his lips to spit out a few cold words: "Skilled at guessing, suspicious, and good at disguising."

The eleven characters dissect Guan Yu thoroughly, as if all his clothes have been torn off, Guan Yu feels like he has nowhere to go.

Guan Yu laughed: "It's very precise." Denying and concealing it in front of Zuo Cheng is a kind of stupidity.

Such a man is dangerous but deep, and it is easy to be tempted.Zuo Cheng leaned back on the seat without saying a word, his handsome side face was unrealistic, Guan Yu couldn't help sighing: "Zuo Cheng, your world, I really can't see it, no matter how hard I try."

Zuo Cheng is really a mysterious riddle. She is madly trying to solve the riddle, but she doesn't know how to get in it again and again, and then can't find the direction, and then loses all of herself.

But they don't know that the mystery of Zuocheng has no solution...

"The rain has stopped, let's go." Guan Yu retracted the man's infatuated gaze.

Zuo Cheng just ignored it, just looked at the rearview mirror outside the car window, with a smile on the corner of his lips, it was beautiful.

Zhang Aotian was really suspicious by nature, so he made some preparations.

The car started slowly, and there was a car following behind it not far or near.

Outside the car, the rain stopped. The rain in June came and went quickly.

"No matter what your original intention is for sending me back, thank you." He took a few steps, turned around, and added, "Goodbye." There was a smile on his lips.

Women are always fickle. One moment the clouds were overcast, this moment the sky is clear, and the next moment there may be lightning and thunder.

The man in the driver's seat closed the window without saying a word.

Guan Yu's smile instantly froze on his face, the "goodbye" was ridiculously unnecessary.

The lightning and thunder came too fast. Sure enough, women are emotional animals, and all the emotions of women are men.

Guan Xin turned around with a sneer, and turned around slowly after driving far behind her, with cold eyes, and laughed wryly at herself: I really can't wait.

This man is ruthless not only in means, but also in heart.

But she was fascinated by it.

The speed of the car was extremely fast, and Guan Xin answered the words "can't wait".The twilight between Zuo Cheng's eyebrows was heavy, and the light from the phone screen did not illuminate his gloomy eyes: "Has she gone back?"

He didn't know what was said on the other side of the phone, Zuo Cheng's eyes suddenly frowned, and a large swath of dark ink that was difficult to express was blurred.

"Jinyu World Trade Center, Zhang Aotian has become suspicious, he will definitely investigate, you can arrange it. And at the beginning of Xia, don't let Zhang Aotian find any clues."

Probably no one is more scheming than this man, planning for a rainy day and doing all the tricks, which is the non-violent aesthetics he is good at.

He gave the order to die, hung up the phone, and Zuocheng's car sped away, looking for the woman who had to be her in the passenger seat.

Aimless, the car went round and round, the rain stopped and stopped, and the lights began to come on. A man was very anxious. He looked at the bright neon lights outside the car window, but only black and white were reflected in his eyes. He looked out of the car window. The pattering rain began to whisper again: "Xia Chu, where are you? Why do I keep finding you?"

This kind of aimless search is always disturbing. He is always worried whether he is at the wrong place at the right time, or at the wrong time at the right place.

There are so many people coming and going, how many people can have the fate of looking back at dusk.

Zuo Cheng and Jiang Xiachu always have too little fate and too much emotion.

"Why don't you come back?" The car was parked by the side of the road, there were so many people passing by, none of whom he cared about, and there was a desolate sarcasm on his lips, "Even though I'm already homeless, I still don't want to—"

The man's glance was brighter than the bright neon lights outside the car window.

The car started, drawing a long rut.

Such a night, looking for men, and wandering women...

Under the street lamp, the drizzle is like fog flying all over the world, blurring the sky, the land, and the paper-white face of a woman.

The wind brushed the woman's messy hair, and the rain soaked the thin black shirt. Squatting under the street lamp, she hugged herself curled up, and the long eyelashes hanging down hung the light with water vapor.

"Let me take a break, just for a while." Closing his tired eyes, facing the air, facing the lights, the empty streets, only Jiang Xiachu's voice echoed.

Tired, because she couldn't find a foothold, she kept walking, kept walking, the rain stopped, it rained again, then it got dark and the neon lights came on, she never stopped, but suddenly found that she was alone.

In the hazy rain, under the street lamp, a shrunken figure turned into two.

"Early summer."

Jiang Xiachu's shrunken body suddenly froze, and the rain-drenched eyelashes slowly opened, and what was reflected in his eyes was Zuo Cheng's exquisite face, separated by a layer of rain and fog, it was so blurred and dreamy that it was thrilling.

Zuo Cheng always appeared like this, without warning, when Jiang Xiachu was most embarrassed and frightened.

"Zuocheng, you're here." Her voice was harsh and hoarse, her eyes were icy cold, she looked at the man squatting halfway in front of her.

Suddenly, she discovered that in this world, she was alone, Zuo Cheng was also alone, and they were two together.

Suddenly, I found that this man's worry and concern made people feel distressed, distressed him, and myself.

Suddenly found that Zuocheng is so beautiful, as beautiful as an unrealistic dream.

"Zuocheng." She seemed to be in a haze of sleep, her face pale and bloodless, and she just yelled these two words.

Zuo Cheng didn't respond, took off his coat, wrapped her tightly, and hugged her, his voice was very soft, like the voice of rain falling: "I've been looking for you."

The dense drizzle was not noisy, it fell quietly, falling on Zuo Cheng's eyelashes and face.

She leaned against Zuocheng, feeling dizzy and dizzy, shaking her head, which was as heavy as a block of lead. The wrinkled wind blew, and she woke up a lot: "I have been waiting for you to come to me, afraid of you I will come, I am afraid that you will come too soon."

Holding Jiang Xiachu's hand froze slightly, his eyes were like a dense net, covering her desolate eyes: "Xiachu, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"Let go of your hand at the World Trade Center." He hugged her tightly.

The raindrops were getting heavier and hit her face, causing pain. She seemed to wake up like a dream. The man in front of her who was so beautiful was none other than Zuo Cheng.

Such a beautiful man is a nightmare.

Jiang Xiachu propped up his heavy body, moving a little further away from Zuocheng, and a little further away.The hand hanging by her side was trembling slightly, she shook her head, her eyes twinkled slightly, the rain falling from her eyelashes was like crystal tears, but her eyes were colder than this rain, she said: "No need, I still Thank you."

This woman is so stubborn and stubborn.

Zuo Cheng raised his hand empty, and caught the icy cold rain. In his eyes, he didn't know if it was the rain, which blurred almost transparent lines.

(End of this chapter)