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

"..."

Sang Yun gritted his teeth and stared at Zhuo Yijing with red eyes.

"All you can do is do your duty as a younger brother."

Zhuo Yijing said coldly.

“Don’t covet what is not yours.”

Sang Zhi slowly tightened her palms and lowered her eyelids not to look at him.

After a while, she opened Zhuo Yijing's hand and stepped forward to help Sang Yun.

But he was avoided by Sang Yun.

Sang Yun took a step back and looked at her with red eyes.

"If that's what you want."

Sang Yun sneered, turned around and went upstairs.

"Sang Yun."

Sang Zhi stared at his lonely back, his face a little pale.

"Aren't you trying to cut off his thoughts? What's going on with such a distressed expression?"

Zhuo Yi stared at her longingly and spoke calmly.

"He is already an adult. He is full of blood and has evil intentions. It is not suitable for you to live together."

Zhuo Yijing continued to speak.

"..."

Sang Zhi didn't want to talk to him and was about to turn around and go upstairs, but Zhuo Yijing didn't stop her.

"Think carefully about what I said."

Sangzhi didn't stop.

When she got home, she happened to see Sang Yun packing her things.

She was stunned for a moment and frowned.

"Sang Yun...what are you doing?"

"I'll go back to school to live there, so you don't feel uncomfortable seeing me." Sang Yun clenched her hands.

"I moved back here because I wanted to see you every day... not for studying." Sang Yun laughed at himself, with an indifferent expression.

"I'm not uncomfortable..."

Sang Zhi shook her head, pursed her lips, and looked at him helplessly.

"Zhuo Yijing is right. Dad has only raised you for a few years. There is really no need for you to work for us all your life... You owe me to my dad. In fact, you have paid it off a long time ago. Is it our family?" I have lived with you for so many years, and you have followed my father’s will and done your best to take care of me and my mother.”

Sang Yun put down what he was holding and looked quietly at Sang Zhi, who was not related to him by blood.

"Whether you are really with Zhuo Yijing or you are just making it up to deceive me... I still hope you stay away from him. Zhuo Yijing is really not a good person. He is extremely cruel and ruthless. I heard that this person You have been living in the Golden Triangle since you were a child, and you have a complicated family background. If you follow him, you will not have good results..."

Sang Yun stared into her eyes, observing her expression momentarily.

"Moreover. I am sure that I have definitely met him before. Don't you think he is familiar with our affairs? And...he can tell my thoughts about you at a glance."

Sang Yun's every word spoke to her heart.

Sang Zhi remained silent, lowering her eyelids with a somewhat complicated expression.

Sang Yun took a deep breath and continued.

"When he sent you back that night and I saw you, you were in the car..." Sang Yun paused, his voice a little hoarse.

He continued to speak, his tone low.

"He saw me and he did it on purpose."

Sang Zhi was stunned and squeezed his palms.

That night Zhuo Yijing... was it intentional?

"Zhuo Yijing will never approach you simply. If he is really a good person, he will not touch his brother's ex-girlfriend."

After Sang Yun finished speaking, he continued to pack his things.

"I won't come back until the college entrance examination. You don't have to worry too much about Sang's affairs. I told you to leave it to me. I will give you a satisfactory answer. I also hope that you can find yourself. "

"In my heart, you shouldn't be tied down by anything. You are the best perfumer. Don't lose your dreams for a tragic fate that doesn't belong to you."

"When Ye Jialan asked you to study abroad, you rejected her for my mother and me, and for someone who may never come back."

Sang Yun looked at her and spoke word by word.

"I actually want you to go."

"And I will definitely give you something to rely on."

His gaze was firm.

Sangzhi pulled her lips, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her eyes were a little moist.

"Well, wait and see."

Sangzhi smiled.

"Sister, wait for my good news."

After Sang Yun left, she was alone in the empty room again.

Sang Zhi was sitting in the living room, her face a little pale.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself.

My heart is very chaotic.

……

Zhuo family's old house.

When Zhuo Yijing returned to Zhuo's house, it was already very late.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a man with a cold and handsome face at the door.

The man was dressed in a neat suit, which made him look very elegant, and his facial features were deep and cold. Looking closely, Zhuo Yijing's eyebrows were somewhat similar to his.

"came back?"

When the man saw him, his eyebrows moved slightly and he spoke lukewarmly.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijing nodded towards him, with a neither salty nor cold attitude.

He looked into the living room and saw two little people lying on the carpet in the living room. One was Zhuo Ziyue, and the other was a girl about the same age as the little guy. She was as delicate as a porcelain doll, just like the girl in his memory. same.

The little girl called Zhuo Ziyue "little nephew".

Zhuo Yi's eyebrows jumped sharply.

This female doll, who is about the same age as Zhuo Ziyue, is his sister and the daughter of the man in front of her.

Well, Zhuo Yanqing is the youngest son of the old man and the old lady.

Get old.

Zhuo Yanqing is his sixth uncle.

"I heard your grandma said you have a girlfriend?" Zhuo Yanqing touched his pocket and handed Zhuo Yijing a cigarette.

Zhuo Yijing took the cigarette but did not light it directly.

"Ah."

"Which daughter?"

Zhuo Yan looked at him and spoke calmly.

Zhuo Yijing did not respond directly.

After a while, he said.

"Ordinary people."

Listening to his words, Zhuo Yanqing frowned and said in the tone of an elder, "Are you just kidding?"

"The mother who is looking for my son."

Zhuo Yi said calmly.

heard.

Zhuo Yanqing's brows furrowed even more.

"It's okay if you're playing for fun. But if you're serious, no. Don't you know that those people in the big house are eyeing the inheritance?"

"I have my measure."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was calm. He touched the lighter in his pocket and lit the smoke ring.

"I said it from the beginning. I will not marry. I don't need to use marriage to consolidate my position."

Zhuo Yanqing remained silent.

After a while, he said again, "Have you found the person who attacked you in the United States six years ago? Is it from a Dafang family? Or is it a conspiracy? Or is it someone else? Have you found out? Do you need my help?"

"Need not."

"I found it."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, a trace of sinister bloodthirsty flashing through his eyes.

"...Hmm." Zhuo Yanqing did not continue to ask.

He had long since stopped caring about such things, after all.His nephew is more ruthless than him.

"My heart has not been here these years. You have been away in trouble abroad to recuperate. Dafang has been too arrogant. Now that you are back, some accounts need to be settled."

Zhuo Yanqing glanced at him and spoke in a low voice.

Zhuo Yijin responded calmly.

"Have you found her yet?"

Zhuo Yijing asked.

Zhuo Yanqing's jaw tightened, he pursed his lips, and slowly tightened his palms: "Yes."

"You can't see a living person, and you can't see a dead body. If you can't find her, it's because she doesn't want to see you. Tsk, this sister of mine... Tsk, uncle, you have this day too."

Zhuo Yi smiled happily, took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled it.

Zhuo Yanqing's face changed slightly, he pursed his lips but said nothing.

After a moment of silence, he calmed down and asked.

"Who is Zhuo Ziyue's mother?"

"I don't know. It hasn't been found yet. The file has been changed..."

Zhuo Yijing paused and said in a deep voice.

Zhuo Yanqing didn't say anything else, and the two stood there for a while. He looked down at the time and shouted to the little girl in the living room.

"Garbo, it's time for us to go."

"Dad, I still want to play with Ziyue."

The girl pursed her lips and blinked her eyes.

"Grandpa Six, can you please keep my little aunt here?"

Zhuo Ziyue was a little reluctant to give up.

Zhuo Yanqing's eyebrows moved slightly, he took a step forward, bent down to pick up Jiabao, and touched Zhuo Ziyue's little head affectionately.

"Ziyue, I will bring Jiabao another day."

"Okay, Grandpa Six, remember to keep your word." The little guy was a little unhappy.

Zhuo Yanqing smiled.

Jiabao grinned and said, "Ziyue, I will bring you fun and delicious food next time you come. Goodbye Ziyue. Goodbye beautiful brother."

Jiabao waved to Zhuo Yijin.

Zhuo Yijing curled her lips: "Goodbye Jiabao."

Zhuo Yanqing left with her daughter.

Zhuo Yijing stepped forward and took a look at his lost son.

"It's not like I'm not coming. What are you doing with your droopy face? It's pretentious."

Zhuo Yijing frowned and said coldly.

"Dad, you don't understand. It's not easy for me to meet a child of the same age who has no mother and has never seen her mother like me! However, Jiabao is obviously only a few months older than me, and she is actually my little aunt."

"..."

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips, and her eyebrows moved when she heard him mention "I've never met my mother."

Zhuo Ziyue was more sensible. When he first mentioned "mother", he warned him not to mention it again, and he almost stopped mentioning it.

"Garbo is really cute. I really want to have a sister as cute as Garbo. Unfortunately, Dad, you don't like women, so you can't have one."

"..."

Zhuo Yijin's face turned dark, but he thought of one more thing.

Indeed, you can have another daughter.

He thought of Sangzhi for a moment.

Jiabao is indeed cute and pretty. She looks very much like Zhuo Yanqing, but her eyebrows are most similar to his sister.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration.

"Oh, I'd better put my hope in myself. I want to eat more and grow up quickly, so that I can have a daughter as cute as Jiabao with Zhizhi."

Zhuo Ziyue said this again while lying on the ground and playing with toys with his calves.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing's face immediately turned gloomy.