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Chapter 284 I'm afraid she won't want it (1)
Zuo Cheng stepped forward to hug her, rubbing her hair contentedly: "My early summer."

She opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse: "I beg you." Her eyes were half-opened and half-closed, lifeless and empty, "If I die, don't come to me."

Zuo Cheng said, Huang Quan Bi Luo, he would not let go, she was a little scared, so her hands hugged her stomach even tighter.The same hoarse voice from Zuo Cheng was next to his ear: "Even if I die, I won't let you die."

She opened her mouth without any strength, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

It suddenly seemed like a dream, as if Zuo Cheng had been holding him, the sun rose and the sun set, and she didn't know how many days had passed, she vaguely felt a tingling pain in her wrist, and then went numb.

On the sixth day, Jiang Xiachu woke up slowly, Zuo Cheng was not there, she was alone in the room, she seemed to have regained her strength, she was able to raise her hand, reach for the drip bottle in front of the bed, stretched out her hand, and it lasted for a long time, She still took it back, hugged her belly and sneered silently. In her sleep, a child's face was lingering all the time, very much like Zuo Cheng's appearance.

Afterwards, Jiang Xiachu's spirit became better day by day, she could get out of bed and eat, but she didn't spit it out, but Zuo Cheng showed up less and less, only late at night would he come over to guard her, she He was awake at that time, but fell asleep with his eyes closed.

That night, Zuo Cheng came back late, Jiang Xiachu drank a lot of wine, no one could stop him, or dare not stop him.

When Zuo Cheng entered the door, he saw a woman holding a wine bottle sitting on the stairs with downcast eyes.

Zuo Cheng stepped forward and picked her up, she moved and struggled, Zuo Cheng coaxed her: "It's cold on the ground, be good, get up."

She turned her head and smiled suddenly: "You are here."

The tip of the nose is full of wine fragrance, and Jiang Xiachu's eyes are watery, misty, extraordinarily soft, and the corners of his mouth are full of smiles, like an ink painting in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

She was drunk, with a different style, not as indifferent as before.

Zuo Cheng, who hadn't had a drop of alcohol, was drunk and drunk: "Did you drink?"

Zuo Cheng leaned over and kissed her lips, the smell of wine was strong, he must have drank a lot.

Jiang Xiachu giggled, like a child, stretched out her little finger: "A little bit."

Zuo Cheng lowered his eyes and saw the wine bottles all over the place. How much did she drink? A person who has never been drunk before a thousand glasses became so drunk. Feeling helpless, Zuo Cheng walked upstairs with her in his arms.

In his arms, the person has been restless, still holding the wine bottle, smiling foolishly, and said: "You taught me how to drink, it was a long time ago, I thought I forgot."

Zuo Cheng kissed her lips and coaxed her: "Xia Chu, be good, don't talk."

She shook her head, didn't smile anymore, her eyes suddenly dimmed, and she murmured, "Zuo Cheng, do you love me?"

This woman must be very drunk. If so, she would never ask if she was sober.

On the other hand, Zuo Cheng really likes her confused and chaotic appearance, soft and obedient.

Zuo Cheng nodded, and replied with a very firm word: "Love."

Her eyes became darker, she couldn't tell if she was drunk or sad: "Why do you love me?"

"Because you are Jiang Xiachu."

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, she seemed to have been greatly wronged, she bit her lip and muttered: "You lied to me, when I was Jiang Shenxia, ​​you also loved me, so you know how to lie to me."

Alcohol is really a good thing. It can make people obsessed, confused, sober, and fascinated.

Zuo Cheng, who was sober, was at a loss, reached out to wipe her tears, wiped her tears, and kissed her again, with a soft voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, I won't lie to you again, I will do anything for you .”

The misty eyes seemed to dissipate misty water in an instant, and suddenly became as clear as a mirror, looking at Zuo Cheng, she said: "Then can you not love me?"

Zuo Cheng's hand holding her froze, and his footsteps stopped on the stairs, there were still two steps away from the upstairs.

Lowering his head, Zuo Cheng looked into Jiang Xiachu's eyes, the smell of wine was still strong, she was crying and smiling, seemingly drunk but not drunk.

A pair of soft and boneless hands grabbed the clothes at Zuo Cheng's heart, her voice was choked up, "If you didn't love me, Qian Cheng wouldn't die, and Yi Chen wouldn't die either." Blurred vision, all It was tears that ran across her cheeks and landed on the back of Zuo Cheng's hands. She sniffled, "Zuo Cheng, can you stop loving me, I'm almost out of breath."

With one hand, she grabbed her heart and slapped it vigorously. Zuo Cheng grabbed her hand, and her voice was as cold as iron, "Impossible."

"I know, I knew you would answer like that." She sneered, smiled, tears flowed down in a mess, and her eyes were drunk, "I thought I'd just die like this, but—" her eyes widened, "What should he do?"

Is this drunk, or not drunk?Perhaps, she was never awake, Zuo Cheng hugged her tightly and walked on the last step.

Jiang Xiachu lowered his head, hugged his stomach, cried and laughed, "Baby, what do you do?"

Zuo Cheng's footsteps paused, his eyes froze into countless bright fragments: "Xia Chu, what are you talking about?"

Jiang Xiachu didn't speak, just smiled silly, stared at her stomach, and cried again.

Dense sweat oozes from Zuo Cheng's forehead, and he holds her shoulder tightly: "What baby, talk to me, talk to me!"

Zuo Cheng's voice was loud, Jiang Xiachu looked up as if waking up from a dream, his eyes suddenly tightened, and he retreated suddenly: "Don't touch me, don't touch me."

She was crazy, her eyes were red, and with her small hands, she pushed vigorously towards Zuocheng.

Zuo Cheng was caught off guard and backed away, slipping his hand.

One moment, one wrong hand, he lost her, as well as his sanity and life.

Quiet, very quiet, only a dull voice, once, once, then again, on the high marble steps.

"Young lady!"

I don't know whose voice it was, a hole was cut in the dead silence.

There was a second of silence, a suffocating second, and then the world woke up, and then the screaming voices surged wave after wave.

"Young lady."

"Save people! Immediately!"

"Quickly, contact the hospital."

"Let the left and right come over."

"..."

It's messed up, it's messed up, it's noisy like it's about to turn the world upside down.He was the only one, he couldn't hear a sound in the left city, walking slowly and heavy step by step along the marble steps she rolled down, and stopped in front of that silent person.

"Don't touch her."

What kind of voice was that, as if it came from the ancient Shura Field, it was so serene without the slightest trace of blood, so silent, so depressing.

Almost instinctively, all actions were frozen in that picture, still, obeyed instinctively, instinctively hid the fear emanating from his bones in the deepest, and then looked at the man, who didn't have a trace of hostility all over his body But he is a man who can kill people.He leaned over and knelt on the azure marble, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and brushed the woman's bloodless cheek: "Chu Xia, does it hurt?"

(End of this chapter)