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Chapter 2 It hurts!

Mr. Zuo was angry and suffered a heart attack.

After the family doctor's diagnosis and treatment, Zuo Zhan and Xu Yuan were called to the front of the bed, and Mr. Zuo was still angry, "Marriage certificate must be obtained! You have no choice but to do this!"

Zuo Zhan is silent.

Mr. Zuo was angry again. He was about to have anger, and he was about to have anger. He smiled and said, "Uncle, you really can't be angry anymore. Let's deal with this marriage by ourselves."

Qi returns to Qi, but if Mr. Zuo gets sick due to Qi, no matter what the marriage will be like, he will be unable to bear to make a wish.

"Wish, what are you going to say?" Mr. Zuo lamented.

Mrs. Zuo also said, "As a big deal about marriage, he still wants... you are the only daughter of the Xu family. When you come to our Zuo family, you have already married. And Azan actually wants to use fake certificates. Don't you blame him...?"

The smile that made the wish was a little bitter, but was speechless for a moment.

What should he blame?

When I first fell in love with him, I loved him deeply for fifteen years. I was willing to do it, so why bother him?

The Zuo family's parents shook their heads helplessly, and made a wish to pull Zuo Zhan and quickly admitted their mistakes, which could be considered as the end of the matter.

In the room.

Zuo Zhan casually pulled open the collar of his shirt, his delicate collarbone deep, and his sexy Adam's apple moved slightly, which touched the wound on the corner of his mouth, and frowned in pain.

Make a wish and open the medical box delivered by the servant. The man beside him leaned against the table and reached out to rub her head, "Girl, I know you are both particular and righteous, and you can coax my parents every time."

That's right? From childhood to adulthood, he had angered his parents and elders. She didn't come over to plead for him. It was because of this that he really didn't treat her as a woman...

"But if Yaoyao can learn from you, there will be no need to do so much trouble..."

I felt nervous when I made a wish, so... he still wanted to marry Li Mengyao.

Zuo Zhan moved his body and sat on the table, shaking his two long and slender legs, "Don't blame me, it's really a mess on Yaoyao. If you have any evidence, we really won't get it..."

She closed her thoughts, but her heart felt like a needle was piercing her.

"You still want to... use fake certificates to fool me and your parents?"

"It's not just fooling you, it's just cheating on my parents." He said that he was very wise and took the cigarette, and threw one of hers as usual.

The hands that made the wish were shaking, and he resisted and returned the cigarette to him, turning his head outward.

"What's the wind you're trying to get?"

His voice rang behind him, and Fu Wishing paused, turned his head and glared at him, "I've quit smoking for a few years, don't you know? What else can I smoke all day!"

Zuo Zhan, "..."

Seeing that she was really leaving, he held the wound on the corner of his lips and said, "Don't you give me medicine?"

She turned around and walked back, picked up the alcohol bottle from the medicine box, unscrewed it and fell directly towards his handsome face, not only pouring the wound on the corner of his mouth, but also filling his mouth with alcohol.

Zuo Zhan choked and coughed and vomited, and he sucked in the air in the corner of his mouth, "It hurts"

"It hurts right!" He just felt so painful, and she felt distressed!

When I left the room, I went downstairs and met the old man sitting in the living room again.

"Don't worry, child, as long as I have a breath, the woman named Li outside will never be able to enter the Zuo family's door. All grandfather will arrange it!"

Make Wish nodded with a smile.

She knew that apart from the love she grew up with him since childhood, Li Mengyao was worthless in the old man's heart, and she could not change her wealth.

I am really grateful that she is the daughter of a chaebol.

That night, Shuyou received a call.

It was Zhang Baichen, who wished that his father's confidant would continue to stay with her side as secretary after his death. He was loyal and could not be chosen by one in a thousand miles.

"Mr. Xu, there is news from the media that I took photos of Mr. Zuo and Ms. Li. I will be released tomorrow morning. I ask if you want to buy it?"

These candid photos involving the private life of the group boss often ask before publishing, and if you buy it, the photos will not be leaked.

Recently, Xu Zuo's marriage spread like wildfire, and the secretary called her.

"I won't buy it, let them ask Zuo again."

Since they have not yet been verified, they are not husband and wife, and she does not want to interfere.

The next day, Xu Wen was still watching PPT in the conference room, and Secretary Zhang Bochen walked in and whispered in her ear, "Mr. Xu, Mr. Zuo is here."

Make a wish and waved his hand, continued to hold a meeting, and after the end, he returned to the office. As soon as he pushed the door, he saw the man with a big golden knife on the sofa, obviously wearing sunglasses and a mask, even though he was indoors.

When I saw her, I took it off one by one, revealing that perfect handsome face, but it was only a matter of beauty. The new wounds on my mouth were accompanied by old injuries, red and swollen.

Zuo Zhan pushed a few newspapers on the coffee table, "I'm not particular anymore. I don't stop them even though I know there are photos, so I'll watch me go home and get beaten up!"

"Didn't you say it's fake marriage?" She took out an air cushion from her bag to make up and put on lipstick in the small glass. "How can I worry about your affairs?"

"It's just a certificate, it's not that I don't want to get it."

Xu Yuan suddenly laughed out loud, casually wiped off the lipstick dyed from the corners of his lips, and tilted his head and said:

"Yeah, fake certificates aren't it?"

Zuo Zhan, "..."

Zuo Zhan hummed awkwardly, got up and pulled her downstairs.
Chapter completed!
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