After getting into trouble with a wealthy family, the scheming uncle forced him to get married step

Sang Zhi raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her who still had cold and distant eyes, her face was red with blood.

Zhuo Yijing is here, is it Zhuo Ziyue?

Zhuo Ziyue's delicate and cute little face flashed in her mind, and she suddenly felt ashamed and angry.

She felt sorry for Zhuo Ziyue.

Why does she fall in love with Zhuo Yi again...

Sang Zhi frowned and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Zhizhi, where have you been? I can't find my dad. I have his cell phone here. I'm hungry, let's go eat." Zhuo Ziyue's soft voice sounded.

Sangzhi gritted his teeth.

She lowered her head, feeling even more guilty.

"Ziyue... we'll go back soon. Don't worry." Sang Zhi clenched her phone tightly, not daring to look into Zhuo Yi's longing eyes.

Zhuo Yijing, on the other hand, had no emotions at all. Apart from being dissatisfied with being interrupted, he didn't feel any shame at all.

Like an uncle.

He's obviously his son...

Sangzhi gritted his teeth and cursed him in his heart.

She hung up the phone and looked up at Zhuo Yijing. "Go back, go back. Ziyue is waiting for us."

"Do you still think I'm a gentleman?" Zhuo Yi looked at her leisurely, his eyes deep.

"...Is it wrong to praise you?" Sang Zhi frowned and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Virtue is not worthy of it." Zhuo Yijing's voice was faint, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

"So I will let you know by my own actions that I am neither a gentleman nor a good person."

Zhuo Yijing stared at her, suppressed his smile, and his expression suddenly became cold and distant.

Sang Zhi chuckled, turned around and walked back without saying anything.

Zhuo Yijing raised his eyes and looked at the swift walking figure, his eyes half-squinted, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

……

When Sang Zhi and Zhuo Yijin went back, they saw Zhuo Ziyue sitting alone on the bench in the corridor.

Sang Zhi felt sour in her heart, and thought of Zhuo Ziyue's complaints about men, and felt even more pity for Zhuo Ziyue.

Zhuo Yi hopes to spend his time flirting with women with his son, so Zhuo Ziyue won't worry about his inheritance.

How could he bear to ignore such a lovely son?

Zhuo Yijing felt a chill on his back, frowned slightly, and turned to meet the resentful and hateful gaze from Sang Zhi.

Zhuo Yijing: "..."

"Dad, you are finally here. I am almost starving to death."

Only then did Sang Zhi remember that she had been busy with her uncle's business today and didn't even have time to eat at noon. It doesn't matter if adults don't eat, children will be hungry.

But the little guy was also sensible and obedient, and he didn’t clamor for food.

"Ziyue, I'm sorry, I forgot to take you to dinner at noon."

"It doesn't matter if you're hungry for a couple of extra meals. Lose some weight."

Zhuo Yijing looked at Zhuo Ziyue's bulging belly, his voice was faint, and just when he was about to continue speaking, he saw eyes as clear as mulberry branches and dark jade staring at him.

Zhuo Yijin frowned slightly.

"Mr. Zhuo, this is not how you teach children. Ziyue, I will take you to dinner." Sang Zhi knelt down and reached out to rub his head. His short hair was a little prickly.

Sang Zhi's eyebrows were smiling.

Heart slander.

I really don’t understand, Zhuo Yi looks forward to such a well-dressed beast, how can He De have such an obedient and well-behaved child?

"Zhizhi, let me tell you, my father often abused me. He didn't give me food or water. I'm really pitiful." Zhuo Ziyue hugged Sangzhi aggrievedly, his voice hoarse.

Sang Zhi looked at Zhuo Yijing with increasingly resentful and resentful eyes.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yi looked at the two of them with a sneer.

"Zhuo Ziyue, I really don't know who you learned that green tea look from?"

"Mr. Zhuo, have you ever said that to a child? You are really going too far." Sang Zhi glared at him.

"Ziyue, let's go."

Sang Zhi took Zhuo Ziyue's hand and left slowly. Zhuo Ziyue didn't forget to turn around and make a face at Zhuo Yijing.

"..."

Zhuo Yi looked at Sang Zhi's angry expression and his son's proud look, feeling angry and funny.

He crossed his arms, squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell on the woman and the little guy not far away, with a slight smile on his eyebrows.

……

"Eat quickly and go back after eating. You have to go to school tomorrow. Don't run around casually in the future. Don't let me see situations like today and yesterday again. After a month, I will check your study status, whether you are studying Take the art class I signed up for you."

Zhuo Yijing stared at the little guy, frowning.

"You don't care about me when it's time to care about me, and now you're bullying me while I'm eating!" Zhuo Ziyue curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Zhizhi, can you buy me away? I want to be with you. I don't want to be with my father anymore."

"You have become more willful these days because of the foreign aid. Do you believe I threw you to Africa?"

Zhuo Yijing's eyes were full of coldness, he frowned and stared at Zhuo Ziyue.

Sang Zhi could imagine that Zhuo Ziyue was tortured by Zhuo Yixiang every day.

"Do you... often threaten him like this?" Sang Zhi looked at Zhuo Yijing and asked in a low voice.

"Zhizhi, it's not a threat. He really wanted to murder his parents and children. He really threw me to Africa! With his assistant uncle." Zhuo Ziyue said angrily, and the food in his mouth spurted out.

Rice grains splashed on the man's face, and his face became increasingly gloomy and livid.

"Zhuo Ziyue!"

Zhuo Yijing spoke in a deep voice and looked at the little guy coldly.

"Dad, I was wrong."

Seeing this, Zhuo Ziyue hurriedly hid in Sang Zhi's arms and hugged Sang Zhi's waist.

Sang Zhi pulled her lips and handed the tissue to Zhuo Yijing, "Don't yell at him all the time."

"Your tone..."

Zhuo Yijing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes dark.

"Like my wife." Zhuo Ziyue said seriously.

"Dad, Zhizhi is protecting me now like a wife protecting her husband."

"..."

Sang Zhi's mouth twitched sharply, but she did realize that she shouldn't discuss Zhuo Ziyue's affairs with Zhuo Yijing like this. She... was not qualified.

She crossed the line.

She still needs to keep a distance from Zhuo Yijing, the father and son...

Sang Zhi pulled her lips, picked up the water glass and took a quick sip to cover up her embarrassment.

After dinner, Zhuo Yijing sent someone to pick up Zhuo Ziyue, and Zhuo Ziyue left reluctantly.

Zhuo Yijing also left because of something.

Sang Zhi bought another meal for Su Xiuqing and returned to the ward alone.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, the door of the ward was suddenly opened.

Sang Zhi raised his eyes and looked at the beautiful middle-aged woman standing at the door. Time has not left any trace on her body, but she has more charm, and there is an indescribable beauty precipitated all over her body.

Sang Zhi looked at the woman, his eyebrows moving slightly.

I feel like I have seen her somewhere.

But I really can't remember.

The woman in a white coat looked at Sang Zhi with a smile, looked her over carefully, then spoke with a low smile, her eyebrows as gentle as water.

"Are you Yunzhang's girlfriend?"

The woman was smiling and looking at Sang Zhi quietly with clear eyes.