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

"..."

There was a dead silence in the carriage.

Sang Zhi's body froze slightly, and her hand holding the doorknob paused. She was a little stunned, and slowly turned her head to meet the man's deep, pool-like eyes.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips, her eyes were deep and dark, and he just stared at her, his eyes clear and bright, with a trace of indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Four eyes collided.

The man stared at her without saying a word, his dark eyes seemed to contain a heart-stopping possessiveness and... lust.

Sangzhi's heart jumped sharply.

"Zhuo Yijing, you..."

She was a little scared and couldn't help but shrink her hands.

The next moment, the man's slender and distinct fingers gradually came closer to her, gently touching her white cheek, and rubbing her face with his rough fingertips.

The man's fingertips slowly moved downwards, landing on the corners of her slightly raised lips.

Sang Zhi's body froze, and there was a lump in his throat. He subconsciously held his breath and looked at the man in front of him numbly.

Zhuo Yijing stared at her for a moment, his eyes darkened, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and there seemed to be emotions surging in his eyes. He suddenly leaned forward, his voice was hoarse and low.

"is it okay?"

Sang Zhi felt as if a string in his heart was broken. She stared at him blankly, neither rejecting nor answering him. She didn't know what to do for a moment.

She never thought that Zhuo Yijing would be so gentlemanly and ask if she could kiss her.

Because in the past few times, he was too strong and domineering, which she couldn't resist.

Moreover, after the incident came to an abrupt end last time, the two of them tacitly didn't mention it again.

Sang Zhi lowered his eyebrows, and his thick and long eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled slightly due to nervousness.

Sangzhi pulled her lips, not knowing what to say.

In fact, she didn't object to kissing him.

Moreover, she owed this man a favor.

No?

Sangzhi nodded stiffly.

Zhuo Yi's eyes darkened, and the gaze he stared at her suddenly became deeper and darker.

He smiled lowly.

Sang Zhi looked up at him in a daze.

The next second, the man leaned forward, his cold and soft lips came over to capture hers, his slender fingers covered her cochlea, and his fingertips pinched her red earlobe.

Sang Zhi's body tensed up, and she subconsciously closed her eyes.

His kisses were not as domineering as the previous ones, but more gentle, but he still wanted to invade her territory and entangle his lips and teeth with hers.

Sang Zhi was a little distracted.

After a while, he let go of the mulberry branch, stared down at the girl in front of him, raised his hand to cover her cheek, and rubbed it gently.

Sang Zhi's eyes were watery, and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, but she didn't dare to raise her eyes to look at him, and the hands hanging by her sides slowly tightened.

"are you……"

Sang Zhi spoke softly, but paused and did not ask.

She may be a bit narcissistic.

I want to ask Zhuo Yijing if he likes her.After all, Zhuo Yijing repeatedly "joked", and...his initiative to help.

"what you want to say?"

Zhuo Yijing curled his lips, the ends of his eyes were red, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"It's okay..." Sangzhi shook his head.

"It's time for me to go up."

Sangzhi looked away.

Zhuo Yijing touched her face affectionately, his eyes dark.

"If you miss Ziyue, I'll have him sent over tomorrow."

"..."

Sang Zhi was stunned, the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely, and looked at him in confusion.

Zhuo Yi looked at her blank eyes and felt a little cute, so he couldn't help but kiss her lips again.

Sangzhi: "..."

"If you don't understand something about the Sang family and it's hard to solve, you can ask me."

Zhuo Yijing stared into her eyes.

Sangzhi continued to remain silent: "..."

Why does it seem like Zhuo Yijing's temperament has changed drastically?Possessed by a ghost?So gentle and kind.

A few days ago, he said that she deliberately got close to his son... Now she not only wants to send him off, but also helps her with business matters.

Sang Zhi moved her lips, and just as she was about to say something, Zhuo Yijing's cell phone rang, untimely breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in the carriage.

Zhuo Yijing picked up the phone.

Sangzhi turned his head and glanced.

The screen read "elvis".

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, his eyes were deep and dark, and he hung up the phone calmly.

"Go back and have a good rest, and then do what you want to do. Don't worry about Xie Fengyi anymore. The Xie family has no time to trouble you now. After all, they are busy with the wedding."

Zhuo Yijing said calmly.

"Ah."

Sangzhi nodded.

"Then I'm leaving." She whispered.

"it is good."

Zhuo Yijing responded, but just as he finished speaking, he pulled her in and kissed her for a while before she could react.

Sangzhi: "..."

she found.

Zhuo Yijing liked kissing her very much and was good at kissing her.

"Go back." Zhuo Yijing reached out to touch her hair, but she dodged it.

Sang Zhi smiled awkwardly and got out of the car as if running away.

Seeing her get out of the car, Zhuo Yi stretched out his hand and tugged on his tie, his eyes dark.

……

Sang Zhi had just taken a few steps and looked back. Zhuo Yijing had already left.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips, her cheeks still blushing.

Zhuo Yijing's last few words... seemed to really give her an illusion.

The look in his eyes no longer looked distant and indifferent.

Sang Zhi subconsciously touched her red and swollen lips, and couldn't help but frown, with a tangled look on her face.

Then, Sangzhi shook his head, took a deep breath, caught a glimpse of the elongated shadow on the ground in front of him, subconsciously raised his eyes and paused slightly.

I saw the young man in school uniform standing quietly, his eyes calm and dark, he pursed his lips, and there seemed to be thousands of emotions surging in his eyes.

He had slippers on his feet and a garbage bag in his hand.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, suddenly thinking of the scene where he and Zhuo Yijing were kissing in the car, and subconsciously turned around to look at the parking spot.

From where Sang Yun was standing...you could vaguely see what was happening inside the car, maybe not clearly.

Sang Zhi's face changed slightly, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

She stepped forward quickly.

"Sangyun, you...you're back." Sang Zhi chuckled.

Sang Yun stared at her face, his eyes were deep, and his eyes slowly moved down from her face, and then fell on her red lips.

"Well, I just came back and went downstairs to throw out the trash."

Sang Yun looked away with a calm expression.

"Sister, who sent you back?"

Sang Yun spoke calmly.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, and his palms subconsciously tightened.

"That Zhuo Ziyue's father? Zhuo Yijing?"

Sang Yun stared into her eyes, his voice cold.

Hearing Zhuo Yijing's name from Sang Yun's mouth obviously made Sang Zhi a little overwhelmed.

She nodded, "Yeah."

Sang Yun pursed her lips and said nothing, her eyes darkened, and she didn't ask any more questions. She just stepped forward and threw the garbage bag in her hand into the trash can.

Sang Yun came over with a smile on his face.

"Sister, let's go home."

Sang Zhi stared at him, moved her lips, but didn't say anything, and followed him upstairs.

Back home, Sang Zhi found a cake on the table and some prepared dishes.

Sangzhi was stunned and frowned slightly.

"No one has a birthday, right? Didn't you just come back?"

"Well, just to celebrate."

Sang Yun smiled, took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from his schoolbag and handed it to her.

"Sister, this is for you."

Sangzhi took the gift box suspiciously, opened it and looked at it. It was a skirt.