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

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After Zhuo Ziyue fell asleep, Zhuo Yijing withdrew from his room and walked slowly to the living room.

Aunt Wu, who was cleaning the room, just finished cleaning up. When she saw him, she spoke respectfully.

"Third Young Master."

Zhuo Yijing responded calmly, with a lazy expression. He sat on the sofa and played with the lighter in his hand.

"Aunt Wu, please take a rest during this time."

Zhuo Yijing thought for a while and said suddenly.

Aunt Wu was a little confused and asked cautiously, "Third Young Master, is something wrong?"

"It's nothing. Now you go back to your hometown to rest, and I will pay you your salary. I will send you a message in a few days and then come back."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration and spoke in a calm voice.

"Okay, young master three."

Aunt Wu nodded, looked at him again, her eyes fell on his arm in plaster, and he hesitated to speak.

"Third Young Master, what you are doing...are you causing conflicts with others?"

Zhuo Yijing glanced down and said, "No, I did it myself."

"what."

Aunt Wu was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

"Aunt Wu, I remember your son is getting married soon." Zhuo Yi said calmly.

Aunt Wu said: "Yes, in August."

Zhuo Yijin nodded thoughtfully and took out a wad of cash from his wallet on the table.

"Aunt Wu, this is 2000 yuan. I wish your son a happy wedding." Zhuo Yijing stood up slowly and handed the cash in his hand to Aunt Wu.

Aunt Wu was stunned and quickly waved her hands to refuse, "Third Young Master, the old lady... gave me a gift, but I can't take your money."

"Aunt Wu, I've been away from home for the past few years, and you've been taking care of this house. You've also been taking care of Ziyue during this period of time. I'm very grateful. Take it, it's a little bit of my gratitude."

Zhuo Yijing smiled lightly and forced the money into her hand.

Aunt Wu originally wanted to shirk it, but when Zhuo Yijin insisted, she had no choice but to accept it.

"Aunt Wu, I may have to ask you to help me with my injured hand..."

"Third Young Master, what can I do for you? Just ask."

"Don't tell the old lady. I don't want her to worry."

Zhuo Yi said with a smile.

Aunt Wu instantly understood what it meant. She looked at Zhuo Yijing and nodded quickly in response.

"Third Young Master, I understand. I won't tell the old lady. Since it's okay, I'll get off work first." Aunt Wu said.

Zhuo Yijing nodded and walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of mineral water.

As soon as I closed the refrigerator door, I heard Aunt Wu's voice coming from outside the door.

"Third Young Master, Master Xie is here."

Zhuo Yijing paused slightly, his eyes dark and gloomy. He put the mineral water in, took a bottle of red wine from the cabinet, thought for a moment, and then put the red wine back.

I took two bottles of mineral water and walked to the living room to sit down.

"I knew you weren't asleep yet."

Xie Fengyi stepped forward with a smile on his face and spoke lazily. He also held a red and black gift box in his hand.

It is not difficult to see that what he is holding is wine.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came?" Zhuo Yijing slowly stood up and looked up at him with a calm and indifferent expression.

Xie Fengyi waved his hand and smiled lightly.

"When we were discussing business today, Mr. Han from Morrowind sent me a bottle of Romanee-Conti. I just thought of getting it for you. After all, you have done me such a big favor."

Xie Fengyi raised his eyebrows and said.

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly, his expression calm and calm.

He knew that Xie Fengyi was talking about pretending to be Sang Zhi's boyfriend and asking Zhou Zheng to perform surgery on her uncle.

"Small things."

Zhuo Yijing spoke calmly and played with the phone in his hand.

Xie Fengyi sat opposite him, narrowed his eyes, and looked at him leisurely.

"Is the kid asleep?"

"Yeah. He has school tomorrow morning."

Zhuo Yijing said in a calm voice.

"What's wrong with your hand? It looks serious." Xie Fengyi raised his eyebrows.

"I did it accidentally."

Xie Fengyi nodded thoughtfully and continued, "I heard that the Tan family originally cooperated with Chenfeng, but you gave that project to someone else... This doesn't look like your style? Besides, you are not a Dong now. Are you from Yao Technology? Why did you get into trouble with real estate? Are you having trouble with the Han family?"

"Morning Breeze asked you to be a lobbyist?" Zhuo Yijing glanced at him calmly, her eyes cold and slightly cold.

"Not counting..."

Xie Fengyi smiled, raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke casually.

"Being a lobbyist or not has nothing to do with me. I won't interfere in this matter. What you do will naturally have your own reasons. Our company only has a cooperative relationship with 'Morrowind'."

Xie Fengyi said, shrugging casually.

"Zhuo Laosan. I came here today to ask you something..." After hesitating for a while, Xie Fengyi finally spoke.

Zhuo Yi's expression remained unchanged: "About your ex-girlfriend?"

"..."

Xie Fengyi coughed slightly, raised his eyebrows, and said vaguely: "No, it's not."

Zhuo Yijin responded.

"But... almost, it does matter."

Xie Fengyi met his gaze, her thin lips pursed tightly, her eyes became subtle and complicated, with a hint of weirdness.

"Are you still thinking about Fu Zhixiao now?" Xie Fengyi hesitated and spoke straightforwardly.

Zhuo Yiqing Qingjun's indifferent face was as calm as water, with no other expression at all, and she glanced at him calmly.

"No need to beat around the bush, just say what you want to say."

Zhuo Yi said longingly, his eyebrows slightly lowered, his eyes deep and sharp, but there was a sharp and subtle coldness between his eyebrows.

"On the day you returned to China, when you saw Sang Zhi for the first time, were you shocked?"

Zhuo Yijing didn't speak, but frowned. He squinted his eyes, and the lines of his originally angular and handsome face became clearer.

"Zhizhi looks a lot like... Fu Zhixiao, right?"

Xie Fengyi laughed at himself, leaning back lazily on his chair, squinting at him with frivolous peach blossom eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing raised his eyes and looked at him, with a very slight arc at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be mocking, but it was not easy to detect.

"I admit, I can't forget Fu Zhixiao...especially after she followed you. I'm actually very reluctant, but I still wish you all the best..."

Xie Fengyi pulled his lips and continued talking.

"Later, she disappeared without a trace during your wedding, and you didn't show up either..."

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips, narrowed her long and deep phoenix eyes slightly, but her eyes were as if they were tempered with ice, and listened to him quietly.

"I don't know what happened to you, you all left. Later, Grandma Zhuo said that you had something to do and went abroad. As for Fu Zhixiao, he escaped from the marriage and disappeared.

A year later, my company went to Tangcheng University for recruitment, and I met Sang Zhi at the school.The moment I saw her, I thought I saw Fu Zhixiao. "

Xie Fengyi smiled, and his thoughts seemed to be drawn back to the day when he met Sang Zhi a few years ago.

Zhuo Yi's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of indifference and alienation between his cold brows.

Xie Fengyi touched his pocket, took out two cigarettes, handed one to Zhuo Yijing, took one himself, then picked up a lighter and lit it.

"It was just a quick glance, and I thought I had seen her wrong. Unexpectedly, a month later, I saw her again. She was in a bar at that time, working part-time, playing the violin on the stage... that's what she looked like. It looked more like Fu Zhixiao. At that time, I had heart palpitations for a moment...but that thought stopped abruptly."

"But I didn't expect that she would come to me first."

Xie Fengyi curled his lips and smiled softly, as if he was reminiscing.