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

Sang Yun stood there, his jaw clenched and his face a little pale.

he thinks.

She is so smart, she should have guessed it all.

Sang Yun clenched her palms tightly and remained silent for a long time.

"Liangzi, when you stopped that woman at the school gate last time...she saw you, right?"

Sang Yun's voice was trembling.

Liang Feng nodded.

"Yes...she recognized me at the Internet cafe in the afternoon and said that I was the leader of the robbery...so she should know everything."

Liang Feng coughed lightly.

Sang Yun raised his hands to cover his face, his face pale.

Liang Feng sighed softly and looked at his twitching shoulders with deep eyes.

……

Sangzhi trotted downstairs and bumped into a woman downstairs in the bar.

The woman didn't seem to see anyone clearly, so she apologized and hurried upstairs.

Sang Zhi stood at the door of the bar. It was still raining heavily outside.

Sangzhi was about to call for a taxi when a black umbrella appeared above his head.

Sang Zhi raised his eyes and met Zhuo Yi's longing eyes.

"It rained for a while, and the wound became infected and inflamed, which made it worse."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was light.

Sang Zhi was in a daze. She turned her head and looked at him, with mixed emotions in her eyes.

"I don't want to go to the hospital."

Sangzhi whispered.

"..."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, his eyes dark.

"Boss Zhuo."

Qiu Yan drove the car over and slowly lowered the window. He glanced at Zhuo Yijing and then at Sang Zhi.

"Get in the car first."

Zhuo Yijing looked at her with a calm and indifferent expression.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then got in the car.

"Mr. Zhuo, are you sending Miss Sang back?"

"Go to Xindu Liyuan."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at Sang Zhi who was silent beside him, his voice was as cold as jade, he pursed his lips and his eyes were dark.

Sang Zhi's eyebrows moved slightly, she frowned, but said nothing.

Qiu Yan looked at the two people in the rearview mirror.

Zhuo Yijing and Sang Zhi both looked indifferent.

It didn't look familiar at all.

Sitting next to each other, it seems like they are forced to work together.

……

Xindu Liyuan is also one of the best "luxury houses" in Tangcheng.

The real estate in Sundu Liyuan is good, and most of the wealthy people live here.

When Sangzhi was an intern at a construction company, he also participated in the design project of Xindu Liyuan.

Qiu Yan sent the person to the place, looked at Zhuo Yijing with a smile, and coughed lightly.

"Mr. Zhuo, I have to catch a flight tomorrow morning."

Qiu Yan whispered.

Zhuo Yijing responded lukewarmly, with a lazy and leisurely expression.

Sang Zhi clenched her palms, lowered her eyes and said nothing.

She took a look at the layout of the room. Zhuo Yi thought that this house had three bedrooms and two living rooms, and the design was simple and warm.

Zhuo Yijing took out the medical kit from the cabinet and handed it to her.

"Can you clean the wound yourself?"

Zhuo Yi stared at her longingly, his voice was light.

Sangzhi nodded.

"Will do."

Zhuo Yi glanced at her longingly, walked aside and turned on the air conditioner.

"Anything you want to eat?"

Zhuo Yi's expression did not change.

Sangzhi shook his head and whispered, "No appetite."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes, his eyes darkened, and he stared at her.

"You play here for a while."

"..."

The corners of Sangzhi's mouth twitched.

Zhuo Yijing turned on the TV and handed him the remote control.

"I'm going down to do some shopping."

Zhuo Yijing went to the bedroom and changed into casual home clothes, then got up and walked out.

The door was closed, and her tense heart seemed to relax. She pursed her lips and looked a little pale.

The mulberry branches are like sitting on pins and needles.

In fact, she wanted to ask him.

There are many things I want to ask him.

but……

Sangzhi sighed softly and looked at the house.

It's very clean here, it doesn't look like anyone has been here.

The furniture is not even finished yet.

Sangzhi was a little embarrassed.

The cell phone rang, breaking the original silence in the room.

Sangzhi lowered his head and glanced at the phone screen.

It was the private detective she had found before.

Sang Zhi's heart tightened and she subconsciously clenched her hands.

She took a deep breath, picked up the phone tremblingly, and pressed the connect button.

"Hey……"

Sangzhi whispered.

"Hey, Miss Sang, it's me. I kept you waiting for a long time."

The private detective said.

Sangzhi was a little nervous.

"Hello, you called me. Did you get any results?" Sang Zhi said hesitantly.

The private detective answered.

"Yes, Miss Sang, I have investigated all the things you mentioned before."

Sang Zhi clenched her palms and bit her lower lip.

"Is...what is it?"

Sang Zhi's voice was trembling.

"Some of them were found, but some were not. After all, this gentleman belongs to the Zhuo family in Tangcheng."

The private detective said matter-of-factly.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows tightened.

"What I found out is that Mr. Zhuo was indeed not in Tangcheng eight years ago. He seemed to be in... Chenyang eight years ago... and he only returned to Zhuo's family later."

"Mr. Zhuo seems to have been in Chenyang for a long time. She has lived in Chenyang for a long time. She has never returned to Zhuo's house.

As for whether Mr. Zhuo had plastic surgery or was injured in a fire, we really can’t find out...

After all, it is the privacy of a wealthy family...you can hide all this with just a few clicks of your fingers. "

"As for Mr. Zhuo's past, I have only found out about it. His father, Zhuo Yanlin, passed away long ago, and his mother, Tan Jing, is missing."

"I really can't find anything else."

The private investigator hung up the phone after saying that.

Sang Zhi's face turned pale, and the fingers holding the phone were trembling.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing was Chenyang eight years ago.

j&z.

Ji Yixun and Zhuo Yijing.

j and z.

And that pen that Ji Yixun said would never leave his body.

The person who saved her in the warehouse.

A person who can cover the sky with one hand and make several people disappear.

For the past few days...the person who has been pressing her step by step.

The man who gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Maybe it wasn't that she couldn't wait for Ji Yixun.

Maybe Ji Yixun never left.

My heart throbbed involuntarily,

Sang Zhi subconsciously covered his heart, his face extremely pale.

With a "squeak", the door was opened.

Zhuo Yijing was holding a bag of things in his hand.

It's like I just came back from the supermarket.

He raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes deep and dark.

Seeing Sang Zhi standing there in a daze, his eyes were red, as if he had cried, looking pitiful.

Zhuo Yijing stared at her red eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, and he glanced at her with an indifferent expression.

"Why are you crying again?"

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips.

"..."

Sangzhi lowered his head, turned around, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes.

"Didn't you clean the wound just now?"

Zhuo Yijing put the things on the table.

He walked closer, glanced at the medical kit that was at the same place when he left, and frowned.

"I, I forgot."

Sangzhi pulled her lips and whispered.

"..."

Zhuo Yi stared at her longingly, his face a little gloomy.

"You're not waiting for me to serve you, are you?" Zhuo Yijin said lukewarmly.

"I didn't mean that, no..."

Sangzhi shook his head quickly.

"sit down."

Zhuo Yijin picked up a pair of newly bought women's slippers and sat down next to her.

"Put your feet over here."

Zhuo Yijing patted the sofa beside him, his expression as usual.

Sang Zhi's body was a little stiff, and she was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable.

"This……"

"Serve you!"

Zhuo Yijing spoke calmly and looked at her lazily.

Sangzhi: "..."