Chapter 417

The castle is located on the outskirts of Provence. There are few people. It is surrounded by a lot of flowers and plants. It seems to be in a fairyland, far away from fireworks.

Of course, Gao Ziyin doesn't know the geographical location. She is just like many women who have been imprisoned. It's just that this place is much higher than the place where other women are imprisoned. Jiang Yancheng's appearance is 100 times higher than those "apprentices" who have imprisoned others, but the degree of its badness is hundreds of times that of those people.

Sometimes, when Jiang Yancheng sits in front of the window, Gao Ziyin will say, "the breeze brings the smell of lavender. I like Provence very much. I like France very much."

"Stay in France all your life?" Jiang Yancheng looks up at her.

"Well. If there is no accident, it is Gao Ziyin replied.

Jiang Yancheng gritted his teeth and hated her even more.

Gao Ziyin began to gasp.

It's time for two, five days in a row, just two.

Here, all the love and hate between the two people are magnified. Many of Gao Ziyin's casual words make Jiang Yancheng hate her even more. Jiang Yancheng's casual words make Gao Ziyin hate him even more.

But as Feng Jin once said: hate is derived from love.

Hate no place to vent, it can only vent in the body, so, these days, Gao Ziyin's body, all is a piece of purple, she knows some words, angered Jiang Yancheng, also know here helpless, she can only endure.

That day, when Jiang Yancheng was cooking, Gao Ziyin's mobile phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and showed only one word: Cheng.

Jiang Yancheng raised his lips sarcastically. He took it out and took it. He just said "hello" and hung up there.

He must have known where Gao Ziyin is these days when he heard Jiang Yancheng's voice. Jiang Yancheng washed his hands and continued to cut potatoes.

Gao Ziyin is still sleeping and eating, which is her daily routine.

When I woke up, the meal was ready.

"Why did I hear my cell phone ring just now?" Gao Ziyin said that he was not sure.

"No sound." Jiang Yancheng said with certainty.

Gao Ziyin began to drink soup, probably because he just got up and couldn't eat.

She put down the spoon and said that she couldn't eat it. She didn't know what was going on these days. She was so confused that she was hollowed out.

"No?" Jiang Yancheng asked.

"Well."

Jiang Yancheng is still sitting beside Gao Ziyin. After Gao Ziyin says he won't eat, he eats a mouthful of meat himself, and then pulls Gao Ziyin's head to Gao Ziyin's mouth.

Gao Ziyin is a little stunned and has been kissed many times by him. However, he has never heard of such a way of teasing people, which is too provocative. Gao Ziyin stares at Jiang Yancheng in surprise and shame.

Jiang Yancheng has turned around, holding chopsticks in his hand, "don't you eat yet? But let me feed you one bite at a time? "

Gao Ziyin quickly picked up chopsticks, "no need."

Gao Ziyin's heart, in recent years, has been beating very little, but this time, it even jumped again.

She felt very cheap, slag man just a move, then her heart to stir up again, clearly before, her heart has been he in the boiling oil torment again.

"Let's go." Gao Ziyin said.

"Well, afternoon." Jiang Yancheng readily agreed.

Gao Ziyin just glanced at him.

When her impression of him was going to improve, she wanted to leave, and he agreed.

At noon, Jiang Yancheng went out, and when he came back, he bought a suit of clothes for Gao Ziyin, inside and outside.

He looks at the size of the eyes has always been very toxic, Gao Ziyin put on, exactly.

There are brand new make-up products on the dressing table of the castle. Gao Ziyin puts on her make-up and sees Jiang Yancheng squinting at her from the mirror, as usual.

When she went out, the sun was shining on Gao Ziyin's face, which made her very uncomfortable and unable to open her eyes.

Jiang Yancheng wants to send her back. Gao Ziyin doesn't speak, so he gets on the bus. In recent days, he has consumed a lot of physical strength, and the whole person has been sucked dry. Gao Ziyin doesn't have any emotion.

After getting on the bus, Jiang Yancheng starts the car. Gao Ziyin looks out of the window all the time and drives on the road in Provence. It's a beautiful scenery.

"You may not know where my home is --" Gao Ziyin said. Just as he was about to show the way, Jiang Yancheng had never been to her home or opened the navigation. Naturally, she thought he didn't know the way.

"I know." Jiang Yancheng just said these two words.

Gao Ziyin said nothing more.

After a turn in Provence, the car stopped steadily in front of Gao Ziyin's villa.

"Jiang Yancheng." Gao Ziyin said suddenly.

"Well." Jiang Yancheng replied, turning his head.

After a brief gaze, Gao Ziyin turned his head.

She said, "goodbye!"

After that, I got off and went into my villa.

The door closed slowly.

Gao Ziyin didn't look back.

Both of them seem to be in some kind of emotion. They know what the end of this emotion is.

Jiang Yancheng didn't seem to wait for her to return to the room, so he drove away.

Feng Jin was looking at the car upstairs. Just now she was upstairs, but she saw a luxury business car driving at her door. She stopped. She had told Gao Zhiyuan not to look for Ziyin these days. Ziyin had a rendezvous with her sweetheart.

"She's getting married. What's her sweetheart? Nonsense But helpless, Gao Zhiyuan as the door of the son-in-law, also have to listen to the "Princess" order.

Gao Ziyin didn't return. He went back to his room and sat on the bed.

Staring at the front, the sun was getting darker and darker, as if most of her life had passed.

Feng Jin enters Gao Ziyin's room. Gao Ziyin doesn't even lift his head. He is immersed in his emotions.

"Where have you been these days? How do you feel like you've lost half your life? " Feng Jin sat on Gao Ziyin's bed.

"Ma -" Gao Ziyin murmured.

"Well."

Gao Ziyin looks up at Feng Jin. She once thought that Jiang Yancheng is very similar to Feng Jin and Chengfu is similar.

Gao Ziyin suddenly became very weak. She went over and hugged Feng Jin's waist. She bowed her head and began to cry.

"What are you crying for? Not happy? Don't you like him? Aren't you happy to like him? " Feng Jin asked again and lowered his head to dry Gao Ziyin's tears.

Gao Ziyin has been crying, crying for no reason, crying very loud.

Jiang Yancheng went to the car rental company to return the car. The remote control assistant made a reservation for him in China. When he got on the plane, it was already evening, but the reservation in first class didn't hinder his rest.

After getting on the plane, Jiang Yancheng took another look at France. He was upset for no reason.

On the plane, sleepy, want to hold her sideways, but open your eyes, only to see sitting next to a big man, Jiang Yancheng almost nausea, he sideways, toward the window, and then, really began to nausea, to vomit, stewardess came to say, "first life, are you ok?"

"Nothing." Jiang Yancheng said.

So vaguely and sleep in the past, wake up, just found that his eyes seem to shed tears, but he did not worry about things, he shed tears?

He has always been nothing in the eyes, nothing into his heart, everything from his heart, he fell what tears?

If you cry for a woman, it's a joke.

At last he comforted himself that he must have caught a cold last night.

Having arrived in Fengcheng, Jiang Yancheng hasn't started packing yet. In fact, he has nothing to do. He just sits on his seat until the stewardess reminds him that he has arrived in China.

When I went back to my home, I felt like something was missing.

After a bath, he went to the company, which has a lot of things waiting for him.

Jiang Yancheng dealt with it one by one, but he was still the President Jiang who carried out his work vigorously.

The assistant didn't see any difference in Jiang Yancheng. He didn't know what Jiang Yancheng was doing in France these days. He put down such an important meeting and left.

"Anything else?" Jiang Yancheng raised his eyes and asked.

"No, president." With that, the assistant went out.

The door closed gently.

In such a big office of the president, there is a quiet room.

Jiang Yancheng's back rested on the chair.

He felt as if an era had come to an end.

When he went to France, he was in high spirits.

He thought, what's the matter? He wanted to stop it. No one could stop it.

He thought he could do anything in the world.

Close your eyes, is Gao Ziyin naked, sitting on his body up and down undulating appearance.

There was paper and pen on the table. He picked up the pen and wrote two words: Qingqing.

It seems that he is afraid that other people will see through his mind. He will not write any extra words.

That day, Jiang Yanyuan came to his company and saw these two words in the book. He joked, "Yancheng, which lady's name is Qingqing? Do you want me to tell you about it? You're not young, and you have a person in your heart. It's really rare. "

"Sunflower in green garden, morning dew waiting for Sun Xi. Cao Cao's view of the sea, so, third brother, what are you thinking? " Jiang Yancheng's sharp eyes are fixed on Jiang Yanyuan.

"Well, it's your third brother. We're not supposed to be put down by any woman in our lifetime, are we? " Jiang Yanyuan asked again.

"See if I want to." Jiang Yancheng said casually.

Gao Ziyin is also very busy in France, very busy. She deliberately keeps herself busy day and night.

But those who should come will come.

About a month after Jiang Yancheng left, he saw that the cold winter was going to pass and the spring was coming. Everything began to break through the ground and showed vitality.

Gao Ziyin began to vomit. No need to ask, she knew whose it was.

Feng Jin saw it and didn't persuade Gao Ziyin to kill it. Instead, she was very happy.

It has been said for a long time that if Jiang Yancheng cooked mature rice with raw rice, it would be the best.

Now it's not only cooked, it's got results.

It's just that none of these two people contacted each other during this month.

What do you think?

Cheng Yan estimates that after Feng Jin's attack last time, the whole person has now fallen into the dust, and has never come to find Gao Ziyin.

"Pregnant?" Feng Jin asked Gao Ziyin, "unmarried first pregnant?"

Gao Ziyin nodded.

"Keep it?" Feng Jin asked again.