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

She had not planned to go.

As a result, Xing Jingnan called her personally, saying that Zhuo Yijing was drunk and drugged now, and there were many potential dangers. She could not ignore him.

Sangzhi hung up the phone, sighed softly, and changed into clothes again.

She glanced at the sleeping Zhuo Ziyue and walked out quietly.

Walked downstairs and took a look at Zhuo Yijing's car.

Sang Zhi vaguely realized that no wonder Zhuo Yijing wanted to give her the car.

She hurried to the bar and found the box where Zhuo Yijing was sitting as the waiter said.

The smell of tobacco and alcohol in the box made her feel a little uncomfortable.

When she passed by, there was a boy in the box, wearing waiter's clothes. He was standing beside the sofa, and Zhuo Yijing was half leaning on the sofa.

What caught Sangzhi's eyes was the man's straight and slender legs.

"Hello."

Sangzhi stepped forward.

"Is this Miss Sang? Are you Mr. Zhuo's girlfriend?" The waiter looked at her.

Sangzhi tugged his lips and shook his head slightly.

"I'm not."

"Ah? Mr. Xing asked us to call you because you were Zhuo's girl friend."

The waiter smiled.

Sang Zhi didn't speak anymore, her eyes fell on Zhuo Yijing. He had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, with a faint blush on his handsome face and a frown on his eyebrows.

"Just now when Mr. Zhuo and the others were having a social gathering, I discovered that a woman had secretly added hallucinogens to his wine. When I came over just now, I wanted to tell him, but it was already too late. He had already drank it, but fortunately the dosage not much."

The waiter explained.

"By the way, Miss Sang, I have to continue working and can't waste time here." The waiter said.

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

Sangzhi whispered.

After the waiter left, Sang Zhi stood by the sofa, looking down at the man half-lying on the sofa.

Sang Zhi smelled the alcohol on his body and frowned subconsciously.

The man's broken hair was a little messy on his forehead, slightly covering his closed eyes. The dim and weak light in the box hit his deep and clear face.

Instead, there was a bit of softness and indifference between his sharp eyebrows.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips, feeling a little complicated.

Sang Yun is right.

She really didn't seem to resist Zhuo Yijing's closeness.

Therefore, this realization made her feel frightened, so she couldn't wait to draw a clear line with him.

But Zhuo Yijing's invisible charm and that inexplicable sense of familiarity gave her...

Yixun.

Sang Zhi's eyes darkened, she pursed her lips, and slowly squatted down beside him. She reached out and gently pushed Zhuo Yijing's shoulder.

"Mr. Zhuo, wake up."

She pushed a few more times.

The man frowned and opened his eyes impatiently. His long, narrow and deep phoenix eyes were half-closed, staring at her for a moment. His eyes were deep, like an ancient pool, as if they wanted to suck people in.

Four eyes collided.

The man was obviously stunned for a moment, a little surprised to see her.

Sangzhi's heart tightened.

"It's you?"

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows were frowned, and his thin lips were pursed tightly. He raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, and slowly sat up on the sofa with his palms.

He raised his hand and pressed his temples. His face looked very ugly. He didn't know if it was because of his headache.

"Why are you here? Aren't you going abroad?"

Zhuo Yijing's tone was a little cold.

Sangzhi: "..."

My mind is still very clear, and it doesn't look like I drank a hallucinogen.

Sang Zhi pulled her lips and twitched the corners of her mouth fiercely, "Yes, I want to go abroad."

The man's face suddenly turned gloomy.

Sang Zhi thought about it and suddenly felt the urge to tease him.

"Zhuo Yijing."

She whispered his name.

Zhuo Yijing frowned, slowly raised his eyes towards her, and said coldly: "Is something wrong?"

"How much is this?"

Sang Zhi gestured "yeah" to him.

Zhuo Yijing laughed in anger: "...Are you a fool? I just drank, not that I became stupid."

Sangzhi smiled awkwardly.

"Your drink was spiked with hallucinogens..." she whispered.

"so."

Zhuo Yijing frowned and paused.

"Are you fake?"

He suddenly raised his eyes.

Sang Zhi was caught off guard and met his penetrating eyes.

His eyes are really like whirlpools that make people get stuck in them.

Sang Zhi's heartbeat accelerated a little.

She arched her eyebrows and pretended to be relaxed.

"Correct."

"I'm fake."

Zhuo Yi was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips raised slightly, a smile filled his secretive eyes, which were as dark as ink. He stared at Sang Zhi, slowly stretched out his hand to cover her cheek, and gently rubbed her left side with his fingertips. The wound on the face.

"Um……"

"You are real."

Sang Zhi's body tensed up and she just looked down at him.

"Actually... you are more like him than him."

Sang Zhi pulled her lips, murmured, and placed her fingertips between the man's frowning eyebrows, stretching them for him.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at her meaningfully.

"How similar?"

He didn't ask "who is more similar to whom", nor did he ask who she was talking about.

Just ask "how similar".

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, smiled and shook his head.

"Let's go."

Sangzhi took a step back and distanced himself from him.

Zhuo Yijing looked at her, his eyes darkened, he stood up slowly and put his arm on her shoulders.

Sang Zhi felt her shoulders sink, and the man's entire weight was pressing on her.

"What are you doing!"

"Dizziness, a little unable to walk..."

Zhuo Yijing frowned and whispered, he staggered a step and Sang Zhi swayed as well.

"..."

Sang Zhi's mouth twitched fiercely, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to twist his waist, but Zhuo Yijing grabbed his wrist.

"Don't touch it, touch it again when you get home."

"...Whoever touched you is shameless." Sang Zhi sneered.

Sangzhi helped him into the passenger seat.

"Can I go to your house?"

Zhuo Yijing closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair.

"Didn't you invite me to your house before?"

Zhuo Yijing did not open his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse.

Sang Zhi smirked: "...You came here uninvited, haven't you already been to my house?"

"Isn't my son at your house?"

Zhuo Yijing reached out and pinched the center of his eyebrows, his voice was light.

"Is he asleep? Is he alone?"

"Hmm..." Sangzhi pulled her lips.

Now she was a little suspicious. The waiter and Xing Jingnan were both "scheming" against her. Not only that, even Zhuo Yijing probably did it well when he gave her the car.

"Are you afraid of what I will do to you?"

Zhuo Yijin sneered.

Sangzhi remained silent.

"I won't do anything to you."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was low. He paused and continued.

"Aren't you going abroad?"

Zhuo Yijing continued to speak, he lowered the window and said no more.

Sangzhi: "..."

……

Sangzhi parked the car downstairs.

She turned her head and glanced at the man beside her who had his eyes closed and was concentrating, and her eyes darkened.

He had just lowered the window to disperse the smell of alcohol from his body and the car, but the wind blew again and he had a migraine.

Zhuo Yijing was indeed asleep at this moment.

Sang Zhi turned around, lowered his eyebrows, and did not wake up Zhuo Yijing, nor did he leave him upstairs.

She originally wanted to check the time on her phone, but when she lowered her head, her eyes inadvertently fell on the business card in the locker.

Sangzhi was stunned for a moment.

What caught her eye was not the business card, but the black and gold pen under the business card. There was a dent in the cap of the pen.

Sang Zhi turned his head and looked at Zhuo Yijing.

The man was not awake, breathing evenly and vigorously.

Sangzhi pulled her lips, knowing that this might not be right.

She took out the pen anyway.

Sang Zhi's hands were shaking a little. She held the pen in her hand and looked at the dent on the pen cap, her lips trembling slightly.

Sangzhi took off the pen cap. There were two small characters engraved on the golden edge of the cap.

"Ji&Sang."

"..."

Sang Zhi's face suddenly turned pale, and she subconsciously clenched her hands.

Why is this pen in Zhuo Yijing's car?

This pen was a birthday gift she gave to Ji Yixun at that time. She bought it with the scholarship and subsidy given by the school. She even had it engraved proudly.

But before she could get it out, she was dropped and the cap of the pen was deformed.

She didn't give it to Ji Yixun anymore.

But Ji Yixun still discovered it, but Ji Yixun didn't care at all and took the pen away anyway, saying that he liked it very much and would definitely take it with him.

"how come……"

Are you here in Zhuo Yijing?

Sang Zhi's hand holding the pen trembled slightly. She turned her head and stared at the man beside her for a moment.

She suddenly thought of the inexplicable familiarity she felt in Zhuo Yijing.

Zhuo Yijing seemed to know everything about her.

Zhuo Yijing...does he know Ji Yixun?

Or, Ji Yixun... wasn't dead at all, and the body was fake. Ji Yixun escaped from death, changed his identity, and became Zhuo Yijing?

No, no.

Sangzhi shook his head quickly.

"impossible!"

She immediately rejected her idea.

How could Zhuo Yijing be Yixun?

Xie Fengyi knows him since they were young, and Xing Jingnan also knows him, and he still talks to his uncle...

Definitely not Yixun.

Zhuo Yijing has been in Tangcheng.

Ji Yixun grew up in Chenyang.

And they're not all the same at all.

But... this pen was obviously given to Ji Yixun by her.

Sang Zhi's shoulders couldn't help but twitch, and his eyes were red, but he tried his best to hold back the tears and clutched the pen in his hand.

Zhuo Yijing was woken up by the woman's sobbing.He frowned subconsciously, turned his head and saw Sang Zhi hugging the steering wheel, sobbing softly.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing's eyes darkened, his eyebrows tightened, and he felt a little irritated. He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

"Why are you crying?"

"Aren't you happy to go abroad?"

"..."

Sangzhi cried harder.

She turned her head, took a deep breath, and stared straight at Zhuo Yijing, her eyes red and misty, blurring her vision.

She raised her hands and spread her palms.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, and his eyes fell on the pen in her hand, his eyes dark and dark.

"Zhuo, Zhuo Yijing."

Sangzhi's voice was a little hoarse.

"Who are you..."

"Do you know Yixun? He is still alive, right..."

"Can you tell me why the birthday gift I gave Ji Yixun appeared in your place so many years after his death?"

Sang Zhi's tears were like a kite with a broken string. She looked at Zhuo Yijing, her face extremely pale.