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

Sang Zhi pulled her lips, sighed softly, and took out her mobile phone to call Sang Yun and ask him to find if he had the key to the hospital.

But Sang Yun didn't know what he was busy with and didn't answer the phone.

Sang Zhi had no choice but to call Zhuo Yijing.

The call was quickly connected.

"Hello. What's the matter?"

Zhuo Yijin's deep and magnetic voice came from the mobile phone, like the breeze on a summer night or like the waves rolling on the sea, with a gentle and lazy hoarseness.

"Mr. Zhuo, have two more drinks."

"Master Zhuo, as a favor, let me drink with you for a while."

"Who did Mr. Zhuo call? He kept his cell phone in his hand all night. I'm afraid the golden house is hiding his beauty."

There was some noise on the other end of Sang Zhineng's phone, and a few people were still calling Zhuo Yijing.

"Mr. Zhuo, I'm already at your house. Ziyue is asleep and he seems to have lost the key."

Sangzhi bit her lip and whispered.

"Well...I'll go back right away."

Zhuo Yijin's voice was cold.

"Just put Zhuo Ziyue on the ground. You don't have to hold him all the time."

He continued.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, turned his head and glanced at the sleeping Zhuo Ziyue, and said in a calm voice, "It's okay."

Zhuo Yijing said no more, hung up the phone, picked up his suit jacket and prepared to leave.

"Hey. Mr. Zhuo is leaving now? There will be a program later."

"Master Zhuo, we agreed to go play some time later."

"Yes, Third Brother, didn't you agree to go to the 'Heaven and Earth' to play soon?"

"Third brother, you went on a business trip after you returned to China. It took a lot of effort for everyone to get together, and we agreed not to return until we get drunk!"

A group of people booed and teased him.

Zhuo Yijin had a smile on his face, raised his hand to pinch the center of his eyebrows, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "No, someone is waiting at home. Let's do it next time. I'll drink more next time and make it up to you."

After that, he strode away quickly.

After Zhuo Yijing left, there was another booing in the box.

"Everyone, listen to me! Mr. Zhuo has been staring at his phone all night! He just answered a call and is about to leave!"

"Oh yo!"

"Just now I wanted to give Mr. Zhuo a beautiful woman, but he refused!"

……

After Sang Yun called Sang Zhi back, Sang Zhi pulled Zhuo Ziyue's schoolbag and touched it for a long time.

Sang Yun said that there was no key on the sofa in the ward. The key was put in the schoolbag, maybe caught in the book.

Sangzhi searched for a long time and found the key in the textbook.

At this time, Zhuo Yijing had also returned and was standing not far away.

Sang Zhi glanced at the key in his hand, then looked at Zhuo Yijing not far away, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Zhuo Yijing's figure was stretched very long under the light of the street lamp, looking lonely and clear.

He stepped closer.

Sang Zhi smelled the faint smell of perfume and the strong smell of alcohol on his body. His tie was loosely tied on his shirt, and the collar buttons of his shirt were also unbuttoned, revealing his fair neck, with the skin underneath looming.

Sang Zhi subconsciously opened his eyes.

The smell of perfume was not the men's cedar perfume he wore before, but something like... women's perfume.

Sangzhi tugged at her lips and frowned slightly.

Zhuo Yi admires this person.

He went out to have a good time and left his son to a stranger.

Also really big hearted.

"Mr. Zhuo, I'm sorry... I just discovered that the key was caught in Ziyue's textbook... I'm really sorry for disturbing your entertainment."

Sang Zhi spoke hesitantly, with an apologetic look on his face.

Zhuo Yijing looked at her quietly without speaking, his expression was indifferent and leisurely, his narrow and deep phoenix eyes fell on her face. He handed the suit on his wrist to Sang Zhi, and then took it from her arms with one hand. Zhuo Ziyue took the key with his other hand and opened the door.

Zhuo Yijing didn't turn on the light after entering the door.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room make the living room very bright due to the refraction of street lights and moonlight outside.

Sang Zhi followed Zhuo Yijing without saying a word.

Zhuo Yijing seemed drunk.

She was afraid that Zhuo Yijing was unreliable and would knock Zhuo Ziyue down, so she could only open her hands slightly behind the father and son.

Sang Zhi followed Zhuo Yijing to the second floor and soon arrived in front of Zhuo Ziyue's room.

Zhuo Ziyue's room was locked, but he didn't open the door.

"The key is in my left pocket."

He is holding Zhuo Ziyue with both hands now, and he really can't reach the key.

Zhuo Yijin's low and seductive voice was particularly clear in the silent night.

"Oh."

Sang Zhi subconsciously touched the suit pocket in his arms.

"On me. Left side of pants."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was light.

"..."

The corners of Sang Zhi's mouth twitched fiercely, and she raised her eyes to look at Zhuo Yijing.

"You did it on purpose?"

Zhuo Yijing turned his head and glanced at her without saying anything. He was about to bend down and throw the little guy in his arms to the ground.

"and many more."

Sang Zhi's hands immediately went into his pockets. The suit pants were too thin, and she seemed to be able to feel Zhuo Yi's burning thighs.

She quickly pulled out a bunch of keys.

"The white one."

Zhuo Yi's eyes were deep and dark, and his voice was low and hoarse.

Sang Zhi opened the door with the key in a panic, her face burning hot.

I just feel like I have a hot potato on my hands.

Sang Zhi gritted his teeth. Fortunately, Zhuo Yijing didn't turn on the light just now.

The door was opened, Zhuo Yijing carried the little guy into the room, put him on the bed in the dark, and took off his clothes, shoes and socks.

Sangzhi stood at the door and looked inside.

I saw that Zhuo Yijing had covered the little guy with a quilt, closed the curtains, and walked out.

Zhuo Yijing closed the door, glanced at the particularly petite woman leaning against the wall next to him at the door, and his eyes darkened.

"How to go back?"

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at her with lowered eyes. His voice was hoarse and extremely captivating.

"Call a car."

Sang Zhi coughed slightly, and she could feel the hot gaze from above her head.

"Mr. Zhuo, I'm going back first."

Sangzhi chuckled.

Just as she was about to hand the suit to Zhuo Yijing, someone grabbed her wrist. Before she could react, she was pressed against the wall beside her.

Zhuo Yijing leaned forward and came closer.

Sang Zhi only felt that his lips and teeth were full of the smell of wine and faint tobacco, as well as the light smell of women's perfume on Zhuo Yijing's body.

Sang Zhi subconsciously frowned and pushed Zhuo Yijing away, his face full of disgust.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at her condescendingly, naturally not missing the disgust on her face.

"Mr. Zhuo, please respect yourself."

Sang Zhi frowned and said in a deep voice. She looked at him, turned around and wanted to leave.

Zhuo Yijing suddenly grabbed her waist, pressed her against the wall and blocked her red lips.

He bit her lips fiercely, and she bit back, but it seemed that she had given the man an opportunity to invade and entangle his lips and teeth with hers.

Sang Zhi struggled to push him away, but her strength was greatly disparity.

She had no choice but to stretch her legs and bend her knees to kick him in the lower abdomen.

As if Zhuo Yijing knew it, his long legs suddenly squeezed between her legs to stop her. He held up her round and perky buttocks with both hands and made her half-sit on his lap. He clasped her waist with one hand and held her waist with the other. A hand quickly penetrated from the hem of her clothes.