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

"Goodbye, Mom and Dad!"

Zhuo Ziyue pulled his classmates and waved to Sang Zhi and Zhuo Yijing.

Sangzhi was stunned.

"..."

Zhuo Yijin looked at the little guy jumping around and talking to his classmates not far away without changing his expression. His expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care at all about what Zhuo Ziyue called them just now.

"Zhuo Ziyue, are those your parents? Your father is so handsome, and your mother is so beautiful."

"Zhuo Ziyue, I finally saw your parents sending you to school. I thought you didn't have any parents!"

Several children gathered around Zhuo Ziyue and chatted non-stop.

Zhuo Ziyue snorted, "You don't have parents! My parents are usually very busy!"

I can finally feel proud.

Zhuo Ziyue snorted, looking arrogant.

When he was studying abroad, some children often teased him for not having parents.

At first, his father seemed to dislike him and was unwilling to send him to school.

Later, he was scolded by his great-grandmother and occasionally sent him to school.

Then everyone knew that he had a father but not a mother.

After returning to China, in the kindergarten, my classmates were often picked up and dropped off by their parents. He was the only one who would pick them up. Either his assistant uncle would pick them up, or his secretary aunt or someone else would pick them up.

Even if Zhuo Yijing came to pick him up, he never got out of the car and had to let him find the license plate number to find him.

The assistant uncle held the parent-teacher conference a few days ago.

Everyone started laughing at him again for not having his parents.

Sang Zhi saw Zhuo Ziyue's small figure gradually disappearing from sight, while Zhuo Yijing beside her had a calm expression, and his peripheral vision swept over her vaguely.

Zhuo Ziyue just shouted that.

She was really embarrassed, a little at a loss, and didn't know how to speak.

"Zhuo... Zhuo..."

"My name burns your tongue?"

Zhuo Yijing turned his head and glanced at her. Seeing that her face was a little red and her eyes were deep and dark, he twitched his lips and spoke in a seductive voice.

Sang Zhi remained silent and looked away uncomfortably.

"Let's go."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was calm, he pressed the car key in his hand, and strode towards the Bentley Continental opposite the kindergarten.

Sang Zhi clasped her hands and frowned slightly. She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.

Could Zhuo Yijing have misunderstood her?

She just wanted to satisfy Zhuo Ziyue today. She knew how much children like Zhuo Ziyue longed for their parents.

The little guy said before that Zhuo Yijing rarely sent him to school, and also said that people in the class made fun of him.

Did she cross the line in her treatment of Zhuo Ziyue?

In fact, she had no other thoughts, she just... felt sorry for Zhuo Ziyue inexplicably.

Even she herself doesn't understand.

Sang Zhi walked to the car and looked up to see Zhuo Yijing leaning against the car door, frowning slightly, looking at her quietly.

"You usually walk on the road without looking at the road? What are you thinking, do you want to die?"

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her, his tone slightly cold.

"Ah? I don't have..."

Sangzhi shook his head.

She crossed the road very seriously.

But... Zhuo Yijing liked this tone.

Sang Zhi raised his eyes and met the man's deep and dark eyes.

"Mr. Zhuo, don't bother you to see me off. I'll just take a taxi later."

After thinking about it, she finally said it.

It is really difficult for her to be alone with Zhuo Yijin now.

"Playing this trick again? Miss Sang is quite capable."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at her coldly.

Sangzhi pursed her lips.

I knew that what he meant was that she was playing the trick of "playing hard to get, refusing to welcome".

She frowned and said calmly, "Mr. Zhuo, you are overthinking. I didn't need you to send me off in the first place, but I just didn't want to disappoint Ziyue at that time. Besides, you are a busy person, and I really don't want to delay you."

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijing sneered and looked at her condescendingly, with an indifferent and distant expression, "You delayed a lot."

"..."

Sang Zhi frowned slightly and was about to retort, but something seemed to come to his mind and he had no choice but to say nothing.

"Get in the car and I'll see you off." Zhuo Yijing glanced at her and said in a cold voice.

"It's really not necessary." Sangzhi whispered.

"Is this how you treat your benefactor?" Zhuo Yijing sneered, squinted his eyes and looked at her from head to toe, then continued, "Miss Sang, are you afraid that I will sexually harass you, or are you afraid that I will rape you?"

"..."

Sangzhi was speechless and slowly tightened his palms.

"Hypocritical."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her, seemed to smile, and opened the passenger door.

"Don't worry, I'm not drinking now, don't be afraid of me."

Sangzhi pulled her lips.

Did Zhuo Yijing want to tell her that night was just because of alcohol?But it seems that the first few times he "got along" with Zhuo Yijin, he was indeed not the kind of impulsive person.

Otherwise, she might have been "torn to pieces" by this person.

Sangzhi stopped being pretentious and bent down to get into the car.

"Where are you going?"

"rosella."

Sangzhi whispered.

Zhuo Yijing was slightly stunned, but it was fleeting, "Perfume company?"

"Ah."

"I heard Xie Fengyi mention before that you majored in architecture in college?" Zhuo Yijing said casually, looking for a random topic.

"Ah."

Sang Zhi responded with a calm expression, obviously not wanting to say more.

"You work part-time at Rosella?"

Zhuo Yijing asked.

He turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes dark.

Sang Zhi thought for a moment and then said hesitantly, "No, I'm relatively free at work."

That’s why she goes to the art center to teach part-time on weekends.

"If I remember correctly, Xinrong seems to be working at Rosella as well."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration.

Sang Zhi was slightly stunned, thinking she understood what he meant.

Zhuo Yijing doesn’t think she went to Rosella on purpose, right?He must have known that Xie Fengyi was at her house yesterday, thinking that their old relationship had rekindled?

She explained, "Mr. Zhuo, I rarely go to Rosella. I only go when work requires it. I have never seen your niece in the company."

"I won't have anything to do with her." There wasn't one before, and there won't be any in the future.

"So Mr. Zhuo can rest assured."

She works at rosella purely as a favor.As for Tan Xinrong...she has indeed never seen it.But she knew that Tan Xinrong was there.

"Ms. Sang, I have a question for you." Zhuo Yijing glanced at her, his wrist resting casually on the steering wheel, his expression was calm, and his tone was polite and distant.

Sangzhi couldn't help but think, had they really done something very intimate?

Zhuo Yijing seems to have a split personality, sometimes near and sometimes far away.

Sang Zhi regretted a little and wanted his business card that night.

However, at that time, other than this man, it seemed that no one else was willing to help her get Mrs. Xie to withdraw the lawsuit.

Why is Zhuo Yijing willing to help?

Sangzhi didn't understand.

"You ask."

She lowered her voice.

"Why are you with him?"

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration and his voice was low and magnetic.

The man's expression was dull, his facial features were sharp and clear, and there was a smile on his face that did not reach his eyes. He raised his head slightly, and his raised Adam's apple looked very sexy at this moment.

Sang Zhi moved his eyes away slightly, and slowly tightened the palm of his hand at his side.

Why are you with Xie Fengyi?