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

"Mr. Zhuo, you are walking too fast."

Sangzhi trotted after him.

It's just that Zhuo Yijing's pace not only didn't stop, but became faster and faster.

After a while, seeing that she stopped chasing her and was just walking slowly behind, Zhuo Yijing frowned slightly, couldn't help but slow down, and finally stopped.

"Mr. Zhuo."

Sangzhi gritted his teeth, panted slightly, and looked at the tall and tall man not far away.

She smiled stiffly and walked towards him slowly.

"Mr. Zhuo, you are walking too fast, I can't even keep up."

Sang Zhi gave a false smile.

"Aren't you unfamiliar? Why are you following me?" Zhuo Yi looked at her condescendingly, sneered, and looked indifferent and distant.

Sangzhi: "..."

Hypocritical, sultry, sinister, beastly, and petty, they are all the ideals of Zhuo Yi!

"I want to say. Mr. Zhuo, your car is still parked downstairs at my house. I'm bringing the car keys with you." Sang Zhi smiled and took out Zhuo Yijing's car keys from his pocket.

At that time, Zhuo Yijing "insisted" on driving Zhou Zheng's car, and even left the car keys at her house, saying she would come back to pick up the car when she was free.

She really didn't want Zhuo Yijing to go to her house again.Just put it on easily.

"Mr. Zhuo, I'll help you get the keys. That way you don't have to go upstairs again when you go to pick up the car."

Sang Zhi's eyebrows were curved, but she felt a chill on her back.

"But, Mr. Zhuo, when are you going to pick up the car? If you don't go now, I will go back first." Sang Zhi laughed.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at the car key in her hand and sneered in her heart.

"Now. Together."

He spoke coldly.

"Then...you want to take a taxi? I've been feeling a little dizzy lately about cars. I want to take the bus, so I won't go with you. When you get to my house downstairs, just drive away."

Sangzhi made all the arrangements for the trip.

She didn't want to be alone with Zhuo Yijing again.It was also expected that Zhuo Yijing would not take the bus with her.

Zhuo Yi stared at her longingly, his expression getting colder.

Her little thoughts were clearly revealed.

Zhuo Yijing didn't want to expose her, he glanced at her without changing his expression, his eyes were deep and dark, he curled his lips slightly, his eyes were full of mockery, "Take the bus."

He glanced at her and was about to leave, but saw her frozen in place, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a trace of displeasure flashed across her handsome face.

"What are you still doing there? Let's go. Aren't you going to take the bus?"

"..."

Sang Zhi's eyes widened, thinking that he heard wrongly.

Zhuo Yijing... also wants to take the bus?

Xie Fengyi had never taken any public transportation before.No matter where we go, no matter what the wind or rain, we are always picked up and dropped off by car.

After all, they are the family of the young master of the Xie family, so they cannot lose their identity.

"This... let's forget about it. Let's take a taxi."

Sang Zhi looked at the man. His custom-made brand-name suit and leather, as well as the watch on his hand, all cost seven figures... and his aristocratic temperament didn't look like he could ride the bus. .

"Mr. Zhuo, let's take a taxi."

Sang Zhi chuckled, but met Zhuo Yi's playful expression.

He raised his eyes slightly, sneered, and kept it secret.

Sang Zhi was slightly stunned when she saw him walking towards her again.

Zhuo Yijin tugged his lips, tilted his head, and suddenly leaned close to her ear. His voice was cold and low, extremely soft, with a hint of lazy hoarseness, like a feather sweeping over his heart, a little numb, which made Sang Zhi feel a little numb. He was in a daze for a moment, "Teacher Sang, when it comes to playing hard to get, you are still the best."

His lips were not actually close to hers, but he was blowing hot air softly in her ear.

Sang Zhi's face was so red that she almost bled.

"Publish a book, Teacher Sang."

"..."

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, she subconsciously took a step back, gritted her teeth and glared at him, her cheeks turning red.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Zhuo."

Zhuo Yi looked at the way she was clearly angry but dared not say anything. There was a hint of narrowness in her eyes. He glanced at her and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

"gone."

In the end, things ended with a taxi ride.

Sang Zhi cursed Zhuo Yijing in his heart.

Arriving downstairs at her house, Zhuo Yijing had no intention of driving away.

"Mr. Zhuo, aren't you busy?"

Are those CEOs really sore when they have free time every day?Xie Fengyi was extremely busy before, doing all kinds of miscellaneous things every day. In order to set an example for the company, he never arrived late or left early.

"Who am I not busy for?"

Zhuo Yijing raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were calm, he smiled, and there was indeed a cold look in his eyes.

"Someone called me in the middle of the night crying and asking me to bail out her ex-boyfriend."

"That's because... I don't know who to look for anymore. You are his friend." Sang Zhi whispered like a deflated balloon.

"Sure enough, the old love is still unforgettable. Even after we broke up, I still miss my old lover. Is this the promise you gave me that day? And Zhou Zheng, um, Xinrong's biological uncle... is not involved. Why, I think Xie Fengyi will marry my niece in the future Marry and become their aunt?"

Zhuo Yi stared at her longingly and sneered.

How could Sang Zhi not hear it? He deliberately mentioned "talking with each other", deliberately trying to make her understand his identity.

"..."

Sang Zhi really didn't know how to speak.Zhuo Yijin's sarcastic words were too much, and he understood...humiliating her.

She lowered her head, clenched her palms, and bit her lip, feeling a little guilty and embarrassed.

The key point is that Zhuo Yijing's tone is weird, a bit like asking for trouble, and a little bit...

Sang Zhi shook his head and immediately threw away some of the thoughts in his mind.

"Mr. Zhuo, I'm sorry."

"However, Mr. Zhuo, you said something wrong."

Sang Zhi took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and looked at the man with a fake smile.

"Oh?"

Zhuo Yijing narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold and distant expression. He looked at her and said jokingly, "Where did you go wrong? Which sentence did you wrong?"

"Dr. Zhou and I are innocent. It's not as bad as Mr. Zhuo said. Mr. Zhuo, please pay attention to your wording. I don't have such dirty thoughts as you said." Sang Zhi gritted his teeth, sneered, and faced Zhuo Yijing's deep and dark eyes.

She took a deep breath and continued speaking.

"If I really want to say who is involved, I think that person... must be Mr. Zhuo. Mr. Zhuo is also Miss Tan's uncle and my ex-boyfriend's good brother. It was Mr. Zhuo who took the initiative to hand me his business card. Yourself.”

Sang Zhi stared at him with a calm expression.

But she knew that when she said this, she was very nervous and her heart was about to jump out.

I don’t know if Zhuo Yijing will be very angry.

She lowered her head and bit her lower lip, not daring to look at the man's expression.

Sang Zhi froze until the man's joking words reached his ears.

"Why, what does Miss Sang mean by this? Can I think that you want to be Mrs. Zhuo?"

"Ah."

"No wonder."

When Sang Zhi heard him talking to himself, his face wrinkled up, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Zhuo Yijing... what did he say?

It's outrageous.

"No wonder Miss Sang said that she didn't want to be fake this morning. It turned out that she wanted to be Zhuo's wife. No wonder she could coax my son around and coax him to call you mom..."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, his eyes cold.

"You are innocent of Zhou Zhengqing, but you have nothing to do with me. You don't want to be their aunt, but you want to be their little aunt? Right?"

"Ok?"

There was a smile in his voice, with a soft ending, and his voice was deliberately kept low and magnetic, sounding ambiguous and affectionate.

Sangzhi froze.