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

"Why don't you speak? Are you dumb?"

Zhuo Yijing turned his head and stared at her face, which alternated between red and white, as if it was a magic trick. His expression was indifferent and distant, and he spoke seriously.

There was no hint of joking or ridicule just now.

"... Mr. Zhuo, I... don't have the thoughts you mentioned at all." Sang Zhi bit her lower lip, her face looking a little ugly.

"I have never thought of using Ziyue as Mrs. Zhuo."

Zhuo Yijing's words of "coaxing his son to call her mom" were too much. Forget anything else, this was too much!

She didn't have those thoughts at all.

She just likes Ziyue and feels sorry for him.

It turns out that in Zhuo Yijing's eyes, she covets Mrs. Zhuo's position and is using Zhuo Ziyue to seduce him?

Sang Zhi clenched her palms tightly, lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and smiled to herself.

"I will... keep a distance from Ziyue in the future. Mr. Zhuo, please don't worry. I'm going back first, please help yourself."

Once the uncle's matter is over and his favor is repaid, they will have no further relationship.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing, turned around slowly, and quickly ran upstairs without waiting for the man to speak further.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips, frowned, and looked extremely ugly: "..."

This woman not only plays hard to get, but also pretends to be dumbfounded and knocks someone down, looking innocent and pitiful.

Zhuo Yijing sneered, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

……

Saturday, Arts Center.

Sangzhi has two classes in the morning, one is violin and the other is sketching class.

As soon as the morning class ended and all the classmates left, Zhuo Ziyue ran to Sang Zhi and followed her like a little tail.

"Zhizhi, can I go back with you later? I told my father that from now on I will only take your violin lessons and drawing lessons. I have canceled all your calligraphy lessons, Go lessons, and vocal lessons."

Sang Zhi slowly knelt down in front of him, looked at the little face in front of him that was exactly the same as that of the man, and reached out to rub his head.

"Ziyue, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I can't take you back."

Zhuo Yijing's words woke her up yesterday.

Zhuo Ziyue said "Oh", lowered his head, and tugged at the hem of Sangzhi's clothes.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and smiled, a little bitterly, "Ziyue, your family will come to pick you up soon. I'll leave first."

"Zhizhi, my father said that you will go with us to your aunt's house tomorrow to celebrate her birthday. He will pick us up after class tomorrow."

Zhuo Ziyue chuckled and hooked her hand.

"..."

Sang Zhi was silent, sighing softly in his heart, and then spoke after a long time.

"it is good."

At noon on Sunday, Zhuo Yijing was indeed ready to pick up Sangzhi and Zhuo Ziyue.

Sang Zhi was afraid that her colleagues would see that she was "unclear" with the student's parents and that she was Zhuo Ziyue's parent, so she deliberately found a quiet place with few people to wait.

As a result, while she was waiting for someone, her clothes were soiled by a passing child playing and making noise.

She originally planned to go home and change her clothes, but Zhuo Yijing drove her directly to a women's brand clothing store.

"buying clothes?"

Sang Zhi glanced at Zhuo Yijing quietly and spoke cautiously.

Zhuo Yijing looked indifferent and went straight into the clothing store without replying.

Zhuo Yijing ignored her at all after their "unhappy breakup" again the day before yesterday, and he didn't even talk to her much in the car just now.

Sang Zhi didn't know how she had offended him.It was obvious that day that he was the one who made the nonsense that she coveted Mrs. Zhuo's position and slandered her for taking advantage of Zhuo Ziyue...

"Zhizhi, my dad is just rude, don't pay attention to him." Zhuo Ziyue chuckled and took her hand into the store.

"welcome!"

When the waiter saw Zhuo Yijing, he quickly came forward to greet him with a polite smile.

Zhuo Yijing looked indifferent and glanced around the store.

Several female employees at the front desk looked at Zhuo Yijing, their eyes widened, and they whispered.

"dad."

Zhuo Ziyue pulled Sang Zhi in. Several female employees in the store took a look and lowered their heads, unable to help but marvel at the good looks of this family of three.

"Sir, what do you need?" The female employee wearing the manager badge stepped forward and spoke with a smile, staring directly at Zhuo Yijing.

"See what you like and give it a try." Zhuo Yijing turned his head and glanced at the pretty girl beside him, his eyes calm and indifferent.

"Ah."

Sangzhi nodded without being pretentious.

"Madam, please come with me."

The manager bowed slightly and motioned to her.

Sang Zhi looked at the manager awkwardly, and then at Zhuo Yijing, who looked indifferent and calm.

The manager must have misunderstood.

"Zhizhi, I want to help you choose!"

"Okay." Sangzhi pulled his lips stiffly and reached out to rub his head.

Zhuo Ziyue smiled and pulled Sang Zhi to follow the manager to the display booth.

"Sir, please take a rest here first." The front desk employee took a step forward and walked to Zhuo Yijing.

Zhuo Yijing responded calmly and sat on the sofa in front of the fitting room. He glanced at the cheerful little guy and the girl holding him, his eyes dark.

"Sir, please have some tea."

The waiter poured Zhuo Yijing a glass of water.

Zhuo Yijing still had a lukewarm attitude.

"So handsome. Oh my god!"

"These long legs! Such good looks! Such figure! The key is that he looks rich! He's top notch!"

Several people at the front desk were talking quietly and secretly looking at Zhuo Yijing.

"No matter how handsome you are, it's useless. The famous grass has an owner."

"Oh. This family of three is so good-looking! They match up so well."

"Not necessarily. It doesn't look like it... How can there be a family of three, father and son, all wearing famous brands, while the mother wears ordinary clothes, not branded."

Sang Zhi took a few clothes into the fitting room under Zhuo Ziyue's selection. After she entered, Zhuo Ziyue ran to Zhuo Yijing and leaned into his arms to hold his thigh.

"dad."

Zhuo Ziyue pulled his lips and looked at the man carefully.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhuo Yi lowered his eyes, half-squinted, and said in a cold voice.

"Zhizhi just said she was a little thirsty...and wanted to drink milk tea." Zhuo Ziyue said seriously.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijin sneered.

"She has no mouth? Do you want you to tell me?" Zhuo Yijing lowered his head and glanced at his son in front of him with a cold expression.

"Dad, why are you acting weird these days? Are you in a bad mood?" Zhuo Ziyue snorted coldly.

"Dad, Zhizhi is thirsty. If you don't want to buy milk tea, then give me the money and I will go to the milk tea shop by myself. As long as you are not afraid that I will lose it, my grandparents will kill you."

Zhuo Ziyue threatened him in a low voice.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yijing's face suddenly darkened. He stared at his son coldly, his eyebrows tightened, "Zhuo Ziyue, are you itchy?"

"Dad, then go and buy milk tea for Zhizhi. This way I won't lose it if I don't go. By the way, bring me a cup, the one I often drink, a very large cup, with extra pearl coconut and full sugar. "

Zhuo Ziyue was a little pushy.

Zhuo Yijing sneered, looking at the decayed tooth that appeared in his mouth when he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was light.

"Not yours."

After all, he got up and left.