Chapter 431

A woman's thin silk coat peeled off to the ground.

Slender and white long legs, graceful waist posture curve, the evening breeze blowing the woman's Micro curly long hair, the pulse of apricot eyes blurred, and the red tongue licked the lip edge. Although he didn't say a word, he presented the invitation vividly with his expression and posture.

"Er Shao..."

The sweet and soft voice is more like a wisp of mountain stream and clear spring. The bewitching rushes into the ear, and the nerves aroused are touched like an overcurrent.

Song Xintian walked over step by step, slowly bent down, buried her head and untied the man's belt

"What's the picture?"

Liao Jiangcheng still leaned there, almost without moving the lines. The light raised Phoenix eyes were gray and dark, and his thoughts were deep.

Song Xintian was stunned, but didn't stop.

"Huh?" He let out a light overflow.

Song Xin's eyes narrowed sweetly and her thick curled long eyelashes moved slightly. If it was possible for Wei handle to explain that she had accepted the job of secretary before, she only accepted her life as a "job". After this period of contact and the yacht explosion, Liao Jiangcheng protected her from a disaster. She really liked the man from sincere admiration to admiration, and from the bottom of her heart.

"... I figure you." She told the truth.

Liao Jiangcheng hooked his lips, "picture me?"

He looked up and closed his eyes. In general, he would not refuse, and there was no reason. His five limbs were perfect. It was normal to solve the problem. No matter what he wanted, that is, money and goods were cleared, but now... As soon as Liao Jiangcheng closed his eyes, there was a face lingering in front of him

That bold and resolute temperament, that articulate eloquence, that gentle and pleasant appearance... From the first sight of the encounter, it was grown according to the taste of Liao Jiangcheng.

"I like you, er Shao. I know I don't deserve it, so I don't expect anything. As long as I can accompany you, I know..."

Without waiting to finish, Song Xin's sweet jaw was clamped by Liao Jiangcheng. His fingers held her lip, "Shh, I understand the meaning. It's hard. Go out and buy what you want. Come back and find the Wei handle newspaper. Go."

He gathered his strength and let go of her. He straightened his belt and got up and went into the bedroom.

Song Xintian was stunned and chased back, "Er Shao, I'm sincere and won't affect my work. I'm measured."

As soon as Liao Jiangcheng stopped, the next second, he turned back and pressed song Xintian on the side glass window, and his stern eyes crossed her skin coldly.

"Er Shao..."

"Put away this cheap look for me! What I need is a competent secretary, not a woman who stays in bed for exercise. Recognize your identity and don't belittle yourself so lightly!"

Song Xintian breathes nervously.

"Do you understand?"

She bit her lower lip helplessly.

Liao Jiangcheng let her go, "get out."

Listening to the door closed, Liao Jiangcheng stretched out his arms, moved his body, fell on the bed, put his head on one arm, looked at the ceiling and was distracted. This time, he really took the plan.

The Liao family is not afraid of chaos. The more chaos is, the better it will be for him. They hide behind the scenes by pretending to die, enjoying the beautiful scenery and watching from the wall... However, he realized loneliness for the first time.

No matter how good the scenery is, how beautiful the landscape is, and no matter how perfect the plan is and how lucrative the profits are, he doesn't even have a person to share. It's time to plan the future and find someone to live a stable life.

Slowly, the figure of making a wish reappeared in his mind

At the same time, wishing was still in a coma.

She had two dreams.

The first dream was that when I was a child, my parents had a wedding anniversary dinner. Everyone admired and praised the three of them. In the laughter, one hand held her tightly, smiled and said, "you look like your mother, and you should be good when you grow up... Girl, in case my brother can't get a wife at that time, marry my brother?"

"Yes, but you have to catch up with me first."

"Hey, don't run so fast."

……

"Are you still running? If you run to the horizon, I can catch you back. Do you want to try?"

At that time, he was beautiful and white, with a high bridge of nose and deep sockets of eyes. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes captured his soul, and he was free from a noble and elegant little prince.

She blinked. "I'm tired. Carry me."

"Ah?"

"So tired, carry me, carry it, ah Zhan..."

"Back! Don't be coquettish."

"Carry me home."

"OK, let's go home when we're tired!"

The beautiful dream seemed to stay on the endless path. The street lights were mottled and the shadows of the trees were dim, but they couldn't resist his glance back.

Unfortunately, the good times are not long, and dreams change.

The dream scene this time is Jian Yan's apartment building.

The bright red on the ground was dazzling, and what hurt her more was the weak and dying Jane Yan tied to the chair, with blood all over her mouth, painful eyes and whining voice

Wishing hard seemed to be delayed in her heart, but she was about to jump on Jian Yan, but she was suddenly bound by a sudden force, and then a sharp knife stabbed into her skin.

The pain surged all over the body in an instant.

But the pain was more painful than the stab that was pierced. She saw clearly the face pressing herself behind her. It turned out to be——

"Zuo Zhan..."

"As long as she dies, no one will disturb us again. Ah Zhan, leave her alone and let her and Jane Yan wait to die together. Who makes them deserve it? Let's go home."

On her warm and comfortable face, there was a winner's smile, and her eyes were filled with contempt. She swept away from her face with mockery, took Zuo Zhan's arm and turned away.

"Zuo Zhan!"

She was full of complex voices, shaking her broken heart in the empty room.

Wishing is finally waking up.

Her whole body was covered with cold sweat, as if she had been washed, and her home pajamas were wet. Her poor breathing was particularly rapid. It took a few seconds for her chaotic vision to slowly have a focus, and she also saw the handsome face in her eyes.

"You're awake." Zuo Zhan tried the temperature on her forehead and made sure she didn't burn. "The doctor said you were fine, but you were in a coma for so long... What did Su Yimo tell you?"

Wishing to look at Zuo Zhan, his eyes swept his cheeks inch by inch.

Zuo Zhan was puzzled by her eyes, "what's the matter with you?"

"I've recovered some memories." Wishing straight to the point, he looked down at the ring on his left ring finger and slowly took it off.

Zuo Zhan was suddenly stunned, and his deep pupils darkened.

"I. life, love, love..." she made a wish lightly, one word at a time, but without spilling a word, she inserted one more knife in her heart, but she couldn't shed half a drop of blood. "A ring was given to two women repeatedly, and a set of words were used back and forth. Zuo Zhan, is it interesting?"

All the memories of wishing have not been restored, but she remembers how warmth hurt Jane Yan, how it stabbed her, and how Zuo Zhan protected warmth.

Think about it carefully. This should also be the biggest problem between her and him. It seems that Su Yimo is right. Seeing warmth can really answer many of her doubts.

But ah, the memory pain of recovery collides with today's reality. How painful it used to be, how much hate it is to make a wish now!

Especially Zuo Zhan took advantage of her temporary amnesia to remarry with her. Every day and night... Like countless broken glass dregs filtering her blood, pain and hate are full of entanglement. She hates Zuo Zhan's deception and use, and disgusts herself and him

How can it hurt so much.

How could it be so disgusting.

She now has a disgusting impulse to kill herself in her angry and angry mood!