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

Xie Fengyi hung up the phone and blocked the phone number directly.

He walked to the dining table, handed the phone to Sang Zhi, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Zhi Zhi, she will never call you again."

"Go away quickly and don't come to me again."

Sangzhi took the phone, raised his eyes to look at the handsome man in front of him, and said coldly.

"Zhizhi, I will take care of it. Remember what I said and keep your distance from other men."

Xie Fengyi looked at her meaningfully, with an indifferent expression. He glanced at Zhuo Ziyue who was lowering his head to eat, and said in a calm voice: "Kid, are you leaving? Do you need me to take you back?"

Zhuo Ziyue snorted, "Brother-in-law, please leave quickly. I don't want to leave. There is no one at home."

"..." Xie Fengyi pursed her thin lips tightly, stared at him, and spoke coldly.

"Kid, then stay with her here and don't cause trouble."

"I'm very good! I won't make Zhizhi angry like you!" Zhuo Ziyue made a face at him.

Xie Fengyi pursed her lips and looked at the woman with a calm and cold face. She suddenly wanted to reach out and hug her, but she seemed to have thought of something and never raised her hands.

He sighed softly, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and gave a stiff and bitter smile, "Zhizhi, I'm leaving."

"Ah."

Sangzhi lowered his head and responded lightly.

Xie Fengyi took a deep look at her, picked up the car keys and walked out.

As soon as he reached the door, he heard the soft and gentle voice of the woman behind him.

"You can find a driver."

Xie Fengyi paused slightly, raised the corners of his lips, and never looked back.

"Ah."

Sangzhi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the door closing.

"Zhizhi, do you like him very much?"

Zhuo Ziyue turned his head to look at Sang Zhi and asked her in a low voice.

Sangzhi reached out and rubbed his head, but did not answer his question.

After the two of them finished eating, Zhuo Ziyue lay on the table doing homework. Sang Zhi tidied up the house again and accompanied him to do homework.

After finishing his homework, Zhuo Ziyue took her to watch cartoons together.

"Zhizhi, can I stay at your house at night? There is no one at home at night. The assistant uncle said that my father is on a business trip, and there is no one at home recently."

Zhuo Ziyue looked at her pitifully.

Sang Zhi frowned, sighed, and said helplessly, "Are you often at home alone?"

"Correct."

"Ziyue, who sent you here today? Is it your father?"

Sang Zhi frowned and looked at the little guy with confusion.

Zhuo Yijing only sent her downstairs and never came up. How could he know which household she lived in?

Is it possible that Zhuo Yijing also investigated her and found out everything about her family?

Sangzhi tugged at his lips and then shook off the idea.

Who is she, and why is she worthy of Zhuo Yijin's investigation?

"It's not dad. It's the assistant uncle. I saw your home address before in art class."

Zhuo Ziyue didn't even make a draft when he lied.

Remembering the instructions from his father, Zhuo Ziyue continued, "If my father didn't give it to me, he wouldn't be willing to give it to me. He only likes to give it to beautiful aunts... Oh, let's not talk about it, I'm so pitiful. A motherless child Like grass."

Zhuo Ziyue lowered his head and soon his eyes turned red.

Dad said that men should pretend to be pitiful appropriately so that they can capture the girl's heart and give him a chance to make Zhizhi feel sorry for him even more.

Seeing Zhuo Ziyue looking like he was about to cry, Sang Zhi's heart was inexplicably tightened. She stretched out her hand to hold Zhuo Ziyue in her arms, cursing Zhuo Yijing in her heart.

Zhuo Ziyue nestled in Sang Zhi's arms, his face flushed, and his round eyes with a cunning light.

Dad was right.

The branches hugged him.

Zhuo Ziyue continued.

"Zhizhi, please let me stay tonight. I don't want to go home. Every night, my father doesn't come back. I'm the only one who stays alone in the empty boudoir. No, I still have my fur ball, Dabao and Erbao. Stay with me. Alas."

Zhuo Ziyue let out a long sigh, reached out and grabbed Sang Zhi's hand, and carefully scratched her palm.

Sangzhi knew he was talking about his three pets.

"Zhizhi, I will be good. Let me stay. Tomorrow morning, I will go to school by myself."

Sang Zhi felt itchy in the palm of her hand. She chuckled and touched his head with a gentle voice, "Is it okay if you live here? Does your father agree?"

"Of course my dad agreed."

Zhuo Ziyue blurted out.

"Ok?"

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, looking at the lively and proud little guy in front of him without knowing why.

"I mean, if dad knows that Zhizhi is accompanying me, he should agree. I have to call him and tell him. Zhizhi, tell me."

Zhuo Ziyue grinned and pointed at Sang Zhi's cell phone.

Sang Zhi nodded and hesitantly found Zhuo Yijing's phone number.

After Zhuo Ziyue said that the number was his, she changed all the notes to "Zhuo Ziyue".

The phone only rang twice before being answered.

Sang Zhi didn't speak, nor did she wait for the man on the other end of the phone to speak.

Both of them were silent, and Sangzhi could clearly hear the breathing of the man on the other side of the phone.

"Zhizhi, didn't you talk on the phone?"

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhuo Ziyue frowned and reached for the phone. When he saw that the call was connected, he was a little confused and muttered to himself.

Then he put the phone to his ear and said in a soft and waxy voice, "Hi, Dad."

"Ah."

"I'm going to stay at Zhizhi's house at night, and I'll go to school by myself tomorrow. You don't have to worry about me. You can go on a business trip without worries."

"Ah."

"Hang up."

He really had nothing to say to his father.

"Give the phone to your teacher."

"what?"

Zhuo Ziyue raised his eyes and looked at Sang Zhi.

Sang Zhi subconsciously clenched her palms and took the phone handed over by Zhuo Ziyue without knowing why, her fingertips trembling a little.

"Zhizhi, dad wants you to answer the phone."

"..."

What does Zhuo Yijing have to say to her?

It was so unpleasant that night.

Sang Zhi remained silent and slowly tightened her palms. She bit her lower lip and put the phone to her ear tremblingly, still not taking the initiative to speak.

"Teacher Sang."

Zhuo Yijing's cold and deep voice reached her ears, and Sang Zhi felt her whole body tense.

The scene of being held up against the wall by Zhuo Yi that night suddenly flashed through his mind, especially now that his son was still with him.

Sang Zhi's fingertips trembled slightly, and her face turned red and white.

"……Forehead."

She responded hesitantly.

"I have something to do tonight. Teacher Sang, please look after Zhuo Ziyue. I will arrange for someone to pick him up tomorrow morning."

"Ah."

Sang Zhi responded and wanted to hang up the phone immediately.

She felt tortured every minute and every second.

"That evening……"

Hearing this, Sang Zhi tensed up and clutched his hands tightly.

Does Zhuo Yijing have to apologize?

"I'm not sorry."

The man continued.

Sang Zhi's face changed slightly, but Zhuo Ziyue looked at her innocently and pursed his lips in silence.

"That's instinct, a man's most primitive desire numbed by alcohol."