Chapter 212: Return of the King (9)

Jiang Ye saw Chuzheng at night.
She came in through the door with a tray in her hand.
Jiang Ye's condition was much better at this time, and he was leaning on the bedside and looking out the window.
When Chu Zheng came in, he turned his head.
The corners of Jiang Ye's lips rose: "Miss Sheng, it's rude, it's not as well known as to meet, you and I know very differently."
"Yeah." She is not Sheng Chuzheng, of course it is different.
Jiang Ye tipped his tongue slightly against his upper jaw, and chuckled, "Miss Sheng, thank you for saving me."
The boy's complexion was still a little pale, and it seemed as if a hundred flowers were in full bloom, and it was so beautiful.
Fading the sharpness of the night, the boy looked harmless now.
Chu Zheng put the tray aside: "You're welcome, just think I'm a good person." Being a good person is so troublesome! Want to do it!
"Good guy?"
Jiang Ye suddenly thought of the stubble she used to poke her own wound badly.
Is she joking with herself seriously?
Jiang Ye tilted his head and said with a smile: "Miss Sheng's hobby is very special."
"It's fine."
Jiang Ye: "..."
This little girl...
Jiang Ye only then carefully looked at the people in front of him.
The little girl has a white T-shirt, a black knee-length pleated skirt, and a light blue jacket. She has long hair scattered behind her head, her dangling hair pinned behind her ears, revealing a plain face.
Although it is a plain makeup, it looks better than those with makeup.
White and delicate skin is like mutton white jade.
A pair of black eyes, clear and cold, like ice and snow in the mountains, makes people feel chill at a glance.
Jiang Ye retracted his gaze, looked at the portrait in the room, and faintly changed the subject: "If there is no problem with my news, Sheng Ting will stand on his own and step on the Sheng family. Why do you still keep his portrait here?"
Chu Zheng followed his line of sight and looked over.
"This is his room." Chu Zheng replied calmly: "I didn't have time to get it."
Shengting's room...
For what purpose did she get herself into this room?
Jiang Ye was in a complicated mood.
Jiang Ye grabbed the complicated point and asked inexplicably, "Don't you hate him?"
Chu Zheng asked back: "Why do you hate him?"
"He treats the Sheng family like this." Jiang Ye Yanyu trembled, a dark color flashed under his eyes: "Why don't you hate him?"
"none of my business."
Jiang Ye raised his eyelids, with deep and beautiful eyes, staring straight at Chu Zheng.
The little girl stood blankly by the bed, looking at him brightly, but he felt that she was not looking at herself at all.
She just put her eyes on him politely, indicating that she was talking to him seriously.
Jiang Ye felt more and more weird.
How could it not matter?
Shengjia!
Her family.
Her father's whereabouts are now unknown, Sheng Ting set up his own business and took away so many people and businesses from the Sheng family.
Is it a normal person to hate it?
Chuzheng handed him the porridge in the tray: "Eat."
This posture is not like letting him eat.
It's more like letting him drink poison.
Jiang Ye cautiously shook his head, and politely refused: "Miss Sheng, I am not hungry."
Chuzheng didn't force it, so he let it go.
"Why are you bringing me back? Are you afraid of getting into trouble?" Jiang Ye asked curiously.
"You think I want to." Chu Zheng blurted out, every word seemed to be quenched with ice and pierced.
Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows: "Does anyone still force you?"
Bastard that dog thing!
Chu Zheng suddenly moved forward, and the distance between the two shortened. When facing each other, Jiang Ye could even feel Chu Zheng's breathing.
There is a faint cold fragrance on her body, lingering on the tip of her nose, refreshing.
Jiang Ye's body froze slightly, his expression fixed on his face, and the girl's beautiful eyebrows were reflected in his eyes.
My heart beats faster, I don’t know why I am nervous...
Jiang Ye suppressed the weird spot, and slowly raised a smile: "Miss Sheng, although you saved me, I have no plans to agree with it."
She brought herself here, although the purpose is unclear, she managed to save him.
Promise by body?
Who wants you to agree with your body.
Chu Zheng's eyebrows and eyes were cold: "How do you think I am a good person?"
Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said, "First of all, please stay away from me, Miss Sheng."
Chuzheng stared at him for a few seconds, got up, and stood up a little while holding his chest.
Who is so close to you!
Farther away.
When Chu Zheng thought of this, he took two steps back.
Without the cold fragrance, Jiang Ye's palms slowly spread, and his heartbeat gradually recovered.
He himself didn't know what he was nervous about.
"Why does Miss Sheng want me to think you are a good person?"
"You just answer my question. Why do you ask so many questions?" Chuzheng was too lazy to explain, the most important thing was that he couldn't explain, so he went back fiercely.
Jiang Ye: "..."
Does good people exist in their world?
Jiang Ye felt a little ridiculous.
I don’t know what the eldest lady in the castle wants to play with herself...
Jiang Ye decided to adapt to all changes without change.
He avoided this weird question: "Miss Sheng, I wonder if I can return my mobile phone?"
He woke up, although his pants were on his body, but the phone and other things were gone.
He needs a contact now...
"No." The little girl rejected him blankly.
"???"
Chuzheng was still fierce: "You haven't answered my question yet." Am I a good person! You said!
Jiang Ye grinds his teeth: "Miss Sheng, do you think that a good person will chase others like this and ask if he is a good person?"
Still a good person without even giving me the phone?
Can be pulled down.
Jiang Ye almost rolled his eyes to show Chu Zheng.
"Yes." Chuzheng was confident: "How can you know if you don't ask?"
Jiang Ye has never been so speechless as he is now.
He stopped speaking.
The room was a little quiet.
Chuzheng aimed at Jiang Ye's head.
Jiang Ye lowered his head at this time, his eyes randomly falling somewhere.
Chu Zheng quickly stretched out his hand and nuzzled Jiang Ye's head.
Jiang Ye looked up, and Chu Zheng had already turned and left.
"???"
Jiang Ye stared blankly at the portrait hanging on the wall.
After a while, he chuckled, "What's wrong with your sister."
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Shengting Apartment.
Zhuang Yi was led into the room, and Sheng Ting sat at the huge desk, smoking a cigarette with an unknown expression.
"Brother Ting." Zhuang Yi called softly.
Sheng Ting's eyebrows were cold, he heard Zhuang Yi's voice, and he pressed the cigarette into the ashtray.
"come."
When Zhuang Yi came in just now, the people outside were not quite right, and walked over in anxious manner.
Since Sheng Chuzheng left, Sheng Ting's temper has become more unpredictable.
She found out that Sheng Chuzheng had returned to Sheng's house, but Sheng Ting didn't bring her back...
Sheng Ting's chair turned slightly.
Zhuang Yi carefully sat in his arms.
"Ting brother, are you in a bad mood?"
Sheng Ting's generous palms stroked her face, and Zhuang Yi leaned in his arms docilely.
Zhuang Yi's face suddenly changed, and her body was pushed onto the desk.