exclusive marriage

231 Chapter 1 The time spent together is wasted ([-])
At nine o'clock in the evening on December 2014, 12, Ye Zaixi's 7-year debut concert kicked off in Zhongshan Square.

This concert is the most unique among Ye Zaixi's more than 100 concerts. There are no new songs, no titles, no dance music, and no support. For the entire three hours, Ye Zaixi sang more than 20 songs quietly. According to fans' analysis, the more than 20 songs were released two years ago in the sixth and seventh series, and the most important thing is that they were written by the same person - the golden song creator, Xia.

The concert drew down the curtain, the audience dispersed, there was no music, lighting, or background, and the figure of the man in the middle of the stage looked depressed.

"What?" Behind him, the woman was wearing a dress and light makeup, but the pair of canvas shoes on her feet were a little out of place. The woman approached and teased, "You, King Ye Datian, are you doing something merciful?"

"Master will decide to take his mind off in the future." The man turned around, smiling alluringly.

"And!" Rolling her eyes, the woman lifted her skirt and sat down.

"Don't be dissatisfied, did you see the tissues on the ground?" The man also sat down, with a bit of seductive flair, "It's all wet with tears."

The woman sneered: "Just based on what you said at the concert—" Changing her tone, she learned it well, "It's been two years, why haven't you come back?"

The man smiled wryly and fell silent.

This is Guan Ai and Ye Zaixi two years later, she also can't learn to wear high heels, and he is also cynical and prudish, they haven't changed, it's just that time has changed and others have changed.

The day in December was very cold and windy, Ye Zaixi shrank her neck and ended the silence: "Has she contacted you?"

"No, that guy went to the United States for a trip, and his conscience must have been eaten by dogs." Guan Ai hugged himself, shrinking back, his teeth clenched from the cold.

"It's more likely to be eaten by Zuo Cheng."

"I'm afraid it's not Jiang Xiachu's conscience that was eaten." Guan Ai smiled bitterly, "It's her."

"Heh." After a chuckle, he sneered coldly.

For two years, some people are walking dead with their memories, and some people lost their memories beyond recognition.

Shanghai Changnan Airport, the electronic screen shows: December [-]th at ten o'clock in the evening.

The airport was extremely quiet tonight, there were no passengers coming and going, and there were men in black suits inside and out, all with expressionless faces.

Suddenly, at the entrance, a man came slowly, like a sketch painting in the middle ages, beautiful, the December wind blew up the man's windbreaker, and a delicate and pretty face appeared in his arms, very thin, She seemed to be asleep, her well-behaved eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Sir." The expressionless men bowed in awe and saluted.

The man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was no sound at all.It's just that the woman in his arms was still disturbed, she frowned, and slowly opened her eyes.

"Zuocheng." The woman's eyes were sleepy, she was still sleepy, and her cheeks were slightly crimson.

"En." The man's eyes were gentle and strong, and he couldn't turn them away.

"Reached?"

"Here we are." The man leaned over, kissed the woman's pursed lips, and coaxed, "Sleep a little longer, and you'll be home soon."

The woman rubbed her eyes, looked at the man, a little confused: "How long has it been since we came back?" raised her head slightly, looked outside, "I'm a little strange here."

After pondering for a while, the man leaned over and kissed her eyes: "Nine years."

"Nine years?" The woman murmured two words softly, her eyebrows frowning, "Why can't I remember?"

After a while, she looked at him and called him: "Zuocheng."

"Ah."

"I seem to only remember you." She frowned her delicate brows, her eyes were a little loose.

The man kissed her with a voice as soft as water, full of temptation: "You just need to remember me."

"Okay." The woman smiled sweetly, with dimples on the corners of her mouth.

She thought that as long as she remembered the man she loved, that would be enough.

"Deep summer." The man suddenly called her.

She turned her head: "Yes."

"Midsummer." He called again, his voice was strained, as if it would break at once, his eyes enveloping her, dense and lingering, so deep, so eager.

"What's wrong?" Her brows were filled with suspicion.

"Shen Xia." He looked into her eyes, "You still have to remember, you are my Shen Xia."

She smiled and nodded: "Well, I am your deep summer, always have been."

The man smiled with his straight lips, and hugged her even tighter.

Behind him far away, Zuo Jin shook his head and let out a wry smile: "Jiang Shenxia nine years ago."

"Heh." Zuo Jin smiled wryly, "We've come this far." He stepped forward, but he fell silent.

After one or two years, he was still him, the one who loved her as much as his life, but she was completely changed.

Zuo's president returned after two years, and the media was full of enthusiasm. The weather in Shanghai has been calm for a long time, and it's time to make waves.

There are three floors inside and three floors outside Zuo's gate, and they are all media, waiting eagerly one by one, and their eyes are red with anticipation.

A black Haojue A478 was still in the distance, all the focus suddenly gathered in one place, wave after wave of crowd rushed up, but the black Haojue remained silent, and a dozen or so cars got on and off The men in black suits all had expressionless faces, and in just a moment, they made their way through the packed crowd.

As soon as the black Haojue car door was opened, a cold and beautiful face appeared under the spotlight. It seemed that all the lights melted into the man's eyes, lighting up everyone's eyes and taking everyone's breath away. The crowd suddenly became so quiet down.

The man took one step at a time, staring at the world and the crowd with his clean eyes.

Suddenly, there was a scream out of nowhere, and it was like a pot exploded.

"President Zuo, it was reported that you were photographed in a private hospital in the United States half a year ago. Is that you?"

"President Zuo, may I ask why there was no news in the past two years? Is it directly related to your fiancée's escape from marriage?"

"Summer is based in the United States, but it has become the number one in Shanghai in the past two years. Does President Zuo have any plans to transfer shares to the Chinese market?"

"In the past two years, Summer has almost monopolized leading industries such as real estate services. May I ask what is the latest goal of President Zuo?"

"..."

From the beginning to the end, the man didn't say a word, but made the sky and the earth pale, darkened a few degrees, and he approached Zuo's gate with a calm posture and a clean look.

Zuo's building was bustling because the president suddenly appeared after two years, but the office on the 49th floor was as quiet as ever.

"Master, the major media have posted an exclusive interview."

President Zuo returned after two years. Any media in Shanghai wanted to get a piece of the headlines.

(End of this chapter)