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Half an hour later, Jiang Chuchu took off the makeup on his face, changed into a cotton skirt and came out of the bathroom.

Her heavy hair was braided into a ponytail and hung down from the side of her shoulders.

The woman's face was very pale, a not very healthy white, and the lipstick with a dark red hue was removed, and it looked very light, as if there was no blood.

The girl, who originally looked withdrawn and rebellious, became quiet and gentle after washing off her armor.

Jiang Chuchu went to the kitchen to boil a kettle of water, and put away the drawing board.

Then he turned and walked towards the bedroom.

The bedroom door was ajar, and light and shadow poured out from the crack in the door.

She stood in front of the door and slowly stopped, she remembered that the bedroom door was wide open before she went to take a shower.

After a few seconds of silence, she reached out and gently pushed the door open.

In sight, a man in a loose white shirt sat on her single sofa with his legs crossed, playing with a thin silver chain in his hand, full of cynicism and ruffianism.

Hearing the movement, Jiang Jingming looked up at her.

The moment he saw the woman's white little face, Jiang Jingming's eyes

But right now, her face is too pale, and even her lips are light and colorless, as if she has washed away the lead, but it is fragile and distressing.

Jiang Chuchu didn't seem to expect him to be here, his gaze deepened from his hand, but his heart hurt fiercely.

In his memory, she was always bright, like a rose dripping with blood.

She didn't even need to do anything, and countless men came forward one after another, willing to go to the soup and fire, just to make her laugh.

For so many years, it has always been. He swept over the chain he was playing with, and said slowly, "What do you want?" ”

Her voice was as cold as ever, and there wasn't much expression on her expression.

But only Jiang Jingming knew how dazzling and brilliant she was when she smiled, enough to amaze the whole world.

Jiang Jingming's fingertips gently rubbed the pendant on the bracelet, and said casually: "Why, do you still keep things for so long?" ”

Jiang Chuchu didn't answer, but just mocked: "When did Young Master Jiang have more of a habit of turning over people's things." ”

Jiang Jingming approached her, and a dark tide surged in his eyes on his bright face.

It wasn't until he cornered her that he reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly and held it high against her face.

Jiang Chuchu frowned, he didn't like this posture.

She tried to struggle a few times, but couldn't break free, so she simply gave up.

Jiang Jingming hooked the corners of his lips and said with a bit of evil spirit: "I have more than this habit over the years, why don't you try it?" ”

He spoke casually, and his voice was not heavy.

But there was an indescribable danger and imperative danger in his eyes.

Facing his cold eyes, Jiang Chuchu was a little dazed.

She didn't know what went wrong, but she understood that the cynical teenager in her memory had grown up.

Jiang Chuchu looked at him and said softly: "I was reluctant to follow you back then, but now I am naturally even more unwilling." ”

Jiang Jingming sneered, his eyes full of evil and arrogance: "Tsk, do you think you want to do it now?" ”

The man was imposing, he was extremely close to her, mixed with a faint tobacco fragrance of his breath, which made Jiang Chuchu unable to resist.

Her throat was a little dry, she smiled and said gently: "That's right, Young Master Jiang's young talent is not so difficult to accept, fifty million"