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

"Mr. Zhuo."

When Sang Zhi ran downstairs, Zhuo Yijing was watching TV in the living room. The financial news channel was playing on the TV.

When Zhuo Yijing saw her coming down, he calmly picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip, leaning lazily on the sofa with his long legs crossed under the coffee table.

"There's food on the table."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her, his voice was calm and his face was indifferent.

Sangzhi pulled her lips and turned her head to look over. There was food on the table, and it was still steaming, as if it had just been cooked.

There are porridge, stir-fried vegetables, fried eggs, sandwiches...it looks quite rich.

She could already smell the aroma.

Sang Zhi narrowed his eyes.

She didn't seem to see Zhuo Yijing's aunt.

So...this table was made by Zhuo Yijing?

Sang Zhi looked in disbelief.

She suddenly thought of what Zhou Hui said yesterday about Zhuo Yijing being good at cooking.

She is so brave that she can actually let Zhuo Yijing, who Zhuo Ziyue said "rarely cooks", cook by herself.

Sang Zhi swallowed subconsciously and looked at Zhuo Yijing blankly.

Zhuo Yijin's eyes were half-closed and he looked at her meaningfully. He pursed his lips and said in a calm voice, "Let's go eat first."

Zhuo Yijing put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up slowly, and strode to the dining table.

"..."

Sangzhi was silent for a while.

"Mr. Zhuo, I'm not hungry. I won't eat. And I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you... I'm really sorry for last night. I was drunk."

Sang Zhi thought for a while, whispered, and carefully observed Zhuo Yijing's expression.

Zhuo Yijing didn't care at all, with a calm face, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating by himself.

Sang Zhi frowned.

Zhuo Yijing hasn’t had breakfast yet?Didn't he have dinner with the little guy just now?You're not waiting for her on purpose, are you?

She curled her lips and shook off this narcissistic thought.

She really couldn't understand this man.

What I said yesterday in the bathroom of Tan Xinrong’s house...

Sang Zhi slowly tightened her palms and coughed slightly. She walked over and sat down opposite him.

"Mr. Zhuo, um... I just had an extra 18 yuan in my bank card... Could it be you who did it?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijing was not ambiguous and admitted it directly.

After the suspicion in his mind was confirmed, Sang Zhi raised his eyes to look at the man opposite, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Mr. Zhuo, I can't ask for this money. I was the one who went to buy clothes. I don't know what you mean. There is no clear settlement between me and Mr. Zhuo. The previous favor owed to Mr. Zhuo has not been repaid. These 18 Wan no longer belongs to me, and I won’t want it.”

Sangzhi spoke calmly.

Zhuo Yijing's previous words were full of disdain and ridicule for her.

I originally owed Zhuo Yijing.

She is not a person who is short of money. Although yesterday's 18 yuan was indeed unjust, and she really couldn't bear to part with the 10,000+ skirt, it doesn't matter anymore.

She is not short of money and doesn't care about this.

"It seems that Miss Sang is eager to break up the relationship with Zhuo as soon as possible." Zhuo Yijing sneered, his words were extremely sarcastic.

He raised his eyes and looked at her, his eyes deep and dark.

if not?

Sang Zhi's eyelids twitched fiercely and he cursed.

"Sangzhi, what I want is not money. As I said, I am not short of money either. Money is nothing to me. Even if I have nothing now, this 18 is nothing to me."

Zhuo Yijing looked at her quietly, with a dull expression, sharp features, and a smile that did not reach his eyes. Although he looked gentle and indifferent, Sang Zhi felt invisible oppression.

The slender white fingertips lightly tapped the table.He was wearing casual gray home clothes, which made him look even more lazy and carefree, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm.

Sangzhi understood what he meant.

If so, Zhuo Yijing doesn’t need to say it clearly, and there’s no need to put it on the table.

She gritted her teeth, and her heart trembled as she met the man's profound and meaningful gaze.

She took a deep breath, and slowly tightened her hands hanging by her sides. It seemed that she had been struggling in her heart for a long time, and she finally plucked up the courage to speak.

Zhuo Yijing interrupted her, with a smile on his lips, and his dark eyes seemed to be twinkling with starlight, looking particularly dazzling.

"No rush. Eat first. You still have time to think about it."

"Let's sit down and eat together."

He smiled and spoke lazily.

But Sang Zhi clearly couldn't feel Zhuo Yijing's smile.

The feeling of eating with Zhuo Yijing is like facing a formidable enemy...it tastes like chewing wax.

No matter how delicious the food is, she can't even feel it.

Zhuo Yijing also saw that she looked ugly and was unwilling to eat with him, but he didn't mind.

"Miss Sang."

"Ah."

Sangzhi lowered his head and spoke in a shallow voice.

"I have a question I want to ask you."

"..."

Sang Zhi had a bad feeling in his heart.

Every time Zhuo Yijing spoke to her in such a tone, she felt that this man was acting strangely.

"Mr. Zhuo, please speak."

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and laughed.

"Miss Sang must still have memories of what happened last night... Naturally, she will not forget that she held me and cried for a long time, and even made my shirt wet from crying... and you were rubbing against the back of my shirt. Foundation and lipstick..."

Zhuo Yijing's words made Sang Zhi extremely ashamed and angry.

She did not forget.

I was so out of sorts last night.

"I'm sorry... I will pay you for your shirt." Sang Zhi smiled awkwardly and whispered.

"No, it's just a shirt." Zhuo Yijin squinted his eyes with a deep look. He glanced at Sang Zhi, who was sitting quietly with his head lowered and looking awkward. Then his eyes darkened and his voice was slightly cold.

"Last night...Miss Sang seemed to have mistaken me for someone else. Moreover, I discovered that this was not the first time. If I remember correctly, after coming out of the police station last time, in the car... Sang The lady also recognized me wrongly."

"Am I that similar to that man named Yixun? Is that man named Yixun... also Miss Sang's ex-boyfriend?"

Zhuo Yijing's words hit Sang Zhi's heart word by word.

Sang Zhi's face changed slightly, and she raised her eyes to meet the man's cold, deep and inquiring gaze. Suddenly, her palms were tightly clenched, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and looked at Sang Zhi. Seeing that her face became increasingly ugly, her eyes darkened.

Sangzhi remained silent.

She shouldn't answer.

Zhuo Yijing asked, is he similar to Yixun?

Sangzhi looked at his face quietly.

Not like.

Not at all.

From head to toe, nothing is alike.

Zhuo Yijing was not like Yixun. If we really wanted to say they were similar, it was only because of his innate temperament.

"Not like..."

Sang Zhi smiled lowly, his eyes cold.

"He's not my ex-boyfriend either."

Because she and Yi Xun had never broken up and had no chance to break up.

Sangzhi laughed to himself.

"The Yixun in your mouth...is dead?"

Zhuo Yi stared at her longingly, his cold and arrogant eyes slightly narrowed, his long fingers tapping the table casually, his voice was hoarse and low.

Sang Zhi looked at the man in front of him and made the same habitual movements as the person in his memory. He clenched his palms and dug his fingertips into his flesh. He didn't feel any pain because it was not as painful as the pain in his heart.

She looked at Zhuo Yijing, her eyes dark but firm. She stared at the man, her voice was distant and cold, and she spoke word by word.

"He's not dead."