Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 1107 Fireman vs Cartoonist 50
Zhou Shu's expression changed for the first time. He pulled Lin Zhian behind him and held down her wrist, which was covering her face. His voice was unusually cold and powerful: "What's wrong with your face?"

The distance was too close, and she could smell his faint cold fragrance, which was always a clean scent. It made her feel at ease when she was lying in the ruins collapsed by the earthquake eight years ago, and it made her stand in front of Zhou Shu without hesitation eight years later.

Lin Zhian looked up at him, her eyelashes trembling and her eyes red.

"Lin Zhian." Zhou Shu held her shoulders, his palms burning. His eyes, which were always cold and sharp, as if they didn't care about anyone, were like a deep pool under the moonlight. In the silence of the years, someone threw a stone into it, causing uncontrollable waves, which spread in his pupils layer by layer.

All the complicated realities pressed down the thin air. He looked at her face to face, the veins on his forehead throbbed twice, his deep face was moved, and his voice became lower, flat and hoarse, "I beg you, please don't get involved in this, okay?"

He wanted to pry her hands apart to see her face, but Lin Zhian didn't know where she got the strength from. She refused to let go of her hands that were covering her face. She just kept arguing with Zhou Shu and responded to him word by word: "No, OK."

I just want to take care of it.

Just like you used to take care of me and give me all the food.

I don't believe that you would harm others as a person like this.

"Little sesame!"

A familiar, magnetic male voice with a hint of surprise sounded from a distance.

Exploding pieces of deep water, entangled fate.

Wei Chengze strode over, pushed through the crowd, grabbed Lin Zhian's wrist, and asked nervously: "How is your face? Does it hurt?" He turned his head to look at Li Fangxiang, his eyes were fierce, even cruel. Others might be considerate, but Wei Chengze was not.

"Are you fucking crazy? If you don't want to live at your age, just die. Don't take it out on others!"

He is always like this. Lin Zhian didn't expect Wei Chengze to come over. She hadn't seen him for a long time.

After a brief moment of daze.

Lin Zhian broke free from Wei Chengze's hand: "Let me go, you don't have to worry about my business."

"Lin Zhian!" Wei Chengze looked at her, furious. The veins on the back of his hand that was holding her wrist were bulging, and his finger bones were slender. "I'm standing up for you, and you're being mean to me?! Can you have a little conscience?"

There was anger and hurt in his eyes, and the young master's noble arrogance was mixed with unspeakable grievance.

It hasn't changed at all, it's still her shadow.

"Do I need your help?" Lin Zhian looked into his eyes and asked softly.

"Then who are you making such a fuss about?" Wei Chengze was so concerned that he spoke in an aggressive tone.

Seeing her quiet eyes, it was as if he had just woken up from a dream, realizing that the two of them had broken up, and he looked away in embarrassment for a second.

Realizing something, Wei Chengze looked at Zhou Shu next to Lin Zhian and said, "Uncle, why are you here? Haven't you already retired from the army?"

"Take her away." Zhou Shu retracted his gaze from Lin Zhian. His calm eyes made people feel cold. He had single eyelids, but they were slightly double-lidded. His eyelids were very thin, which made his eyes look narrow and sharp. His hair on his forehead cast a few shadows. His facial features were superior but indifferent. His black jacket made him look even more dull. "There is nothing for you to do here."

"What do you mean it's none of my business?" Lin Zhian was really angry this time, and glared at Zhou Shu coldly, "Do you think I've known you for so long just to be a stranger to you?"