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"Fengyi, it's time for us to go up."

Tan Xinrong squatted down slightly and smiled sweetly. She reached out and touched Xie Fengyi's cheek and whispered beside him.

"I don't want to go with you. You are not Zhizhi. You are not my baby."

Xie Fengyi smiled. He tilted his head to look at Tan Xinrong. His thin broken hair slightly covered his half-closed and half-opened picturesque peach blossom eyes. He pulled away Tan Xinrong's hand, lowered his eyebrows, and spoke quietly. Looking at her, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she spoke obediently, word by word.

"Sister, please take me to find Zhizhi, okay? I want to see her. She is angry with me and has not forgiven me yet. I want to go find her."

"..."

Tan Xinrong's face suddenly turned livid, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists tightly.

She turned her head and glanced at Sang Zhi, whose eyes were half-opened and his face was flushed, looking like he was drunk but not drunk, and his face became increasingly ugly.

Tan Xinrong glanced at Zhuo Yijing again, who looked indifferent as if he was not involved, cursed bitterly, took a deep breath, slowly lowered his head to look at Xie Fengyi, grabbed his hand, and brought it to his ear, although he gritted his teeth As he spoke, his tone softened, seeming to be coaxing.

"Fengyi, let me take you upstairs to find her, okay?"

Xie Fengyi's eyes were blurred, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and then he nodded.

"it is good."

Tan Xinrong took a deep breath, closed her eyes, took his hand and put it on her neck, then slowly stood up and led Xie Fengyi upstairs. She glanced at the mulberry branches on the table with her peripheral vision. Provocative meaning.

Tan Xinrong didn't notice that Sang Zhi, who had half-closed eyes, suddenly closed his eyes, and a tear slowly fell from the corner of his eyes.

"Uncle, let's go up first."

Zhuo Yijing responded lightly, his eyes dark, he turned his head and looked at Sang Zhi aside, a trace of ridicule and sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

He stood up with Zhuo Ziyue in his arms and looked at her condescendingly.

"Can you still go?"

Zhuo Yijing tugged his lips, his voice extremely cold.

Sang Zhi's eyes were dimmed, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she nodded heavily, looking well-behaved and charming.

"I can."

Sang Zhi smiled slightly, tilted her head, and blinked at him, like a docile kitten.

She held the edge of the table with her hands and used her strength to slowly stand up, but stumbled a step. Fortunately, Zhuo Yijing held her shoulders.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and smiled at him unsuspectingly, as if looking at a stranger. She looked very well-behaved, but also charming.

"Thank you."

Zhuo Yijing's eyes darkened and his thin lips pursed tightly. He held Zhuo Ziyue with one hand and let the little one lie on his shoulder. Then he held Sang Zhi's shoulder with one hand and led her out.

……

Zhuo Yijing also brought Sangzhi to Yujingyuan.

Zhuo Yijing sent Zhuo Ziyue to the room and brought Sang Zhi to the guest room.

Sang Zhi's drinking capacity was too low, and he was already a bit drunk from the alcohol. However, the wind blew outside just now, which made him even more drunk. He kept pestering Zhuo Yijing and hugged his strong waist tightly to prevent him from leaving.

"Can you please not leave?"

Sang Zhi, who was originally placed on the bed by Zhuo Yi, saw that the man was about to leave. He suddenly got up and knelt down on the bed, holding his hand and hugging him from behind. She leaned her cheek against his lower back and spoke in a clear voice.

There were bursts of warm breath on the back of the waist through the suit shirt, and it was itchy and hot.

Zhuo Yijin's steps paused slightly and his body tensed up. He lowered his head and glanced at the small and delicate hands around his waist, his eyes becoming darker and deeper.

"Don't go, okay?"

There was a little warmth in Zhuo Yijing's originally cold and indifferent eyes. He pulled his lips, raised his hand slightly, and covered the hand on her waist.

"it is good."

Zhuo Yijing curled her lips and slowly removed her hand.

But Sang Zhi's hand was too tight, as if she was afraid that he would leave.

This woman... indeed seemed to be a changed person after drinking.She is completely opposite to her sober self, she is so pitiful and cute.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, his eyes darkened, and his rough fingertips gently rubbed the back of the girl's fair and delicate hands.Just as he was about to turn around, he felt the warm breath on his back and the girl's soft moan.

"Don't leave me again."

Sang Zhi murmured in a low voice, but his tone sounded crying.

"OK?"

"Don't leave me alone again."

"Okay?"

Sang Zhi closed her eyes and let her tears fall, slowly soaking Zhuo Yijing's shirt.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yijing pursed his lips, silently clenched his fingertips, sneered disdainfully, his eyes were gloomy and treacherous.

"What should I do? Yixun. What should I do? Why don't you want me anymore..."

"Where did you go?"

"Yixun. Why don't you come out to see me? I know you're not dead...why don't you want to see me. I've been waiting for you...for so many years..."

Sang Zhi's voice was trembling, and she clutched the shirt around Zhuo Yijin's waist tightly, for fear that the person in her arms would leave.

Zhuo Yijing's face was indifferent, she reached out and grabbed the hands at his waist, raised her brows, and narrowed her cold and cold eyes slightly, her gaze was extremely cold and dark.

"Yixun... what should I do? I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I really don't know what to do."

"How could I fall in love with him..."

"Yixun...what should I do? I really fell in love with him...but he doesn't want me anymore. You don't want me anymore, and he doesn't want me either. I lost you, and I also lost him."

Sang Zhi choked, and she who was sobbing quietly suddenly burst into tears, as if she had been released after being suppressed for a long time.

Zhuo Yijing knows.

She said she fell in love with someone.

It’s Xie Fengyi.

Zhuo Yijing sneered, looking calm and composed.

"Why...why don't you come back earlier? Why don't you come out to see me even though you're not dead...Yixun, why don't you want to see me...Where are you? Come out..."

"If you had appeared earlier, I wouldn't have fallen in love with him..."

Her cries echoed in the empty room.

Zhuo Yijing just stood quietly, listening to the cry of the girl behind him, his eyes were deep and dark, and his eyes seemed to be rolling with stormy waves, fleeting and difficult to detect.

……

After an unknown amount of time, the people behind her gradually became silent. She let go of her hand around Zhuo Yijin's waist, collapsed on the bed, curled up into a ball, and cried with her head covered by the quilt.

He knew that Sangzhi had sobered up a little.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and glanced meaningfully at the bulging quilt on the bed. Her eyes were calm and calm, and then she slowly walked up and left the room.

Hearing the door to the room close, Sang Zhi still couldn't hold it back and cried loudly into the quilt.

Zhuo Yijing closed the door of the guest room and listened to the faint crying coming from the room due to the sound insulation. He frowned slightly and looked indifferent. He stood at the door for a long time.

It wasn't until the phone in his pocket vibrated slightly due to an incoming call that he completely recovered his thoughts.

Zhuo Yijing took out his phone and took a look. The screen of the phone kept flashing. He glanced at the name on the screen, his eyes becoming darker and deeper.

He didn't answer the call immediately, and the phone went silent after ringing for a long time.

Zhuo Yijing slowly pressed the power button, pursed her thin lips, and still stood outside the door.

The muffled crying of the woman in the room has not stopped yet.

After an unknown amount of time, there was finally no sound in the room.

Zhuo Yijing raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows, then walked to the window sill aside, slowly opened the window, and looked up at the moonlight outside the window.

In the dead of night, the moonlight fell on the earth, adding a sense of loneliness.

Zhuo Yijing was inexplicably upset. He subconsciously touched his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it lightly. He narrowed his eyes habitually, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. He held the cigarette half-closed between his long white fingertips. His brows and eyes were blurred in the diffuse smoke rising from his fingertips, and the thin smoke enveloped his chiseled features.