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

Sang Zhi's palms slowly tightened, she pursed her lips, coughed slightly, and quickly changed the subject.

"What brings you here so late...what's going on?"

Xing Jingnan made a call and came... right?

Zhuo Yi longs for this look...

Gee.

Sang Zhi frowned subconsciously.

She moved her lips but said nothing more.

Zhuo Yijing...is it for her?

The man in front of me always seemed to appear at "inopportune" times.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and stared at her with lowered eyes.

Tonight, he will pick up the little guy from his Zhuo family's old house.

Zhuo Ziyue was already asleep when he passed by.

Who knew the Zhuo family had guests.

The old man's young comrades were also there, and he even brought his granddaughter there.

After sitting there talking for a while, I received a call from Xing Jingnan.

"It's nothing."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her and slowly sat down on the bed, with no intention of leaving.

"Come and sit."

Zhuo Yijing looked at her with deep eyes.

He patted the mattress next to him with a calm voice that seemed to be an invitation.

Sang Zhi suddenly felt that something was wrong with the development of things.

"No, no, I can just stand." Sang Zhi waved her hands quickly, and took a few steps back. Her face was red and bleeding, and she looked a little embarrassed.

"Why are you here alone? You said there is no one at home. Isn't your brother at home?" Zhuo Yijing raised his eyes with a calm expression.

"He went to a classmate's house and didn't come back. I was at home alone."

Sangzhi said with a fake smile.

"..."

Zhuo Yijin pursed his lips and said nothing, staring at her quietly, as if he wanted to see through her.

"is it?"

He smiled, with a touch of sarcasm in his tone.

Sangzhi nodded in response.

"I have no reason to lie to Mr. Zhuo."

She smiled and suddenly met Zhuo Yi's secretive eyes.

"You don't resist getting close to her...is it because he is similar to Ji Yixun in some way?"

Sang Zhi suddenly thought of what Sang Yun asked and stared blankly at Zhuo Yijing's face.

Everywhere is different.

Not at all different.

Sang Zhi's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Zhuo Yijing always seemed to appear when she didn't expect it, and sometimes she was confused.

Is it intentional, or is it fate?

Things seemed to go off the rails from the moment he handed her his business card.

Sang Zhi didn't know what Zhuo Yijing meant to her.

like?Or is your interest in your brother’s ex-girlfriend just for physical and psychological stimulation?

Late at night like this, he came here covered in dust...

Zhuo Yijing looked at her, and when he saw her staring blankly at him, he frowned subconsciously. He pursed his lips and said in a cold voice: "What's wrong?"

Sang Zhi retracted her thoughts and lowered her eyelids, her thick eyelashes casting shadows under her eyes.

"Zhuo Yijing, in fact, I approached Xie Fengyi on purpose." Sang Zhi took a deep breath.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijin responded calmly and stared at her leisurely.

"He's getting married, and I really want to draw a clear line with him. I don't want to have anything to do with the people around him."

Sangzhi lowered his head and clenched his palms.

"so?"

Zhuo Yijing suppressed his smile, his expression was calm and distant, he stared at her, his eyes darkened.

"I'm really grateful for Mr. Zhuo's help many times. I think... how about continuing what I did at your house last time..."

Sangzhi paused, bit his lower lip, walked slowly to the bed, and glanced at the small box on the bedside table.

She hesitantly took it in her hand, then walked to Zhuo Yijing and slowly opened her palms.

Sang Zhi only felt that the palms of her hands were hot and trembling.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips, looked up at her, and didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, Zhuo Yijing slowly stood up and walked past her outside. Then he heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

"..."

Sang Zhi froze in place, she threw away the things in her hands, smiled to herself, and slowly tightened her palms.

I really can’t see through Zhuo Yijing.

He clearly said he was going to do something a second ago...but he left on his own instead.

Is it "fleeing"?

Sang Zhi sneered, walked to the window and sat down.

It seems that since the first time I saw Zhuo Yijin, the days have become more and more fulfilling.

It was so fulfilling that it made her feel terrible.

Sang Zhi sighed softly, glanced at the wine bottle and bottle opener on the bedside table, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

……

Zhuo Yijing knocked on the door for a long time but no one opened the door. He ran to the front desk with a cold face and asked the front desk if Sang Zhi had checked out and left. The front desk said that he had not left.

Zhuo Yijing thought that Sang Zhi didn't open the door on purpose, so he asked the front desk to open the door.

After he entered, he saw Sang Zhi curled up on the bed with disheveled hair, cheeks flushed, shoulders half exposed, twisting restlessly on the bed, and mumbling something.

"So hot."

"uncomfortable."

He was stunned, frowning subconsciously, and his eyes fell on the tilted wine bottle on the ground, with spilled liquid next to it.

Zhuo Yijing's face changed slightly, his brows furrowed, he quickly stepped forward and picked her up with his big hands.

"Sangzhi."

Zhuo Yi smelled the smell of alcohol on her body and pursed her thin lips tightly. He stretched out his big palm to clasp her shoulders, pulled up the slipping clothes for her, and lifted her up to lean on his arms.

"Sangzhi, wake up."

Zhuo Yijing patted her cheek gently, his voice low and hoarse.

Sang Zhi slowly opened her eyes and stared at Zhuo Yijing for a long time, her eyes filled with mist and her cheeks flushed. She suddenly reached out and placed her hand on the tip of his eyebrows.

The cold and slender fingertips slowly slid down to the high bridge of his nose, then slowly went down and landed on his soft lips.

Zhuo Yi's eyes darkened.

"Yixun."

Sang Zhi curled her lips and smiled softly, then suddenly raised her head, leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips.

Zhuo Yijin pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes dark.

"No. Who are you? Xie Fengyi?" Sang Zhi said with a frown as he narrowed his eyes.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing's face suddenly turned livid, and he suddenly reached out and patted her butt gently.

“Open your eyes and see who I am.”

Sang Zhi was suddenly hit and felt extremely wronged. She looked at the man with clear and innocent eyes.

"who is it?"

She curled her lips and stared up at him.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, and his eyes darkened. He reached out and stroked the broken hair around her ears. His fingertips gently rubbed her small pink earlobes, and the corners of his lips raised a faint arc.

"Zhuo Yijing."

He stared at her, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse.

Sang Zhi frowned, suddenly got up from his arms, put her hands on his shoulders, and stared at the man.

She seemed to be looking at him seriously.

"I don't know." After a while, Sangzhi shook his head obediently.

The corners of Zhuo Yijing's slightly raised lips suddenly disappeared, and he pursed his lips and sneered.

"Then get to know him now. Open your eyes and take a good look at who the person in front of you is."

He raised his hand to clasp her chin and said in a deep voice.

Sang Zhi shook his head, slowly removed her hand, shook his head, and spoke seriously.

"I lied to you, I know you. You are good-looking, I know you."

Zhuo Yi's anger was half gone.

"You have eyesight."

He sneered, his voice slightly cold.

"Where did you go just now... I thought I was abandoned again. Why am I always the one abandoned."

Sang Zhi's eyes widened and she looked at him obediently, accusing him of his crimes, her eyes filled with water, looking pitiful.

"Where did you go just now?" She looked a little angry in her eyes, stretched out her hand to push him, and her nails scratched the side of his face with a hiss, leaving a short scar.

Zhuo Yi looked at the dark face: "...Why are you so crazy?"

His voice was a little strong, which seemed to frighten her.

"I'm sorry..." Sang Zhi lowered his head and stared at him with tearful eyes.

Even though I knew she was drunk.

"fine."

Zhuo Yijin's brows moved slightly and she tugged on her lips. He raised his hand and used his long and beautiful fingers to lift away the broken hair between her eyebrows and eyes that would block her vision.

"I'm going shopping."

His tone softened slightly and he comforted her patiently.

"I didn't leave you behind."

Zhuo Yijing continued, reaching out and hooking her chin like a cat.