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

Sang Zhi raised his eyes and looked at him quietly.

After a while, she curled her lips and smiled.

"Okay."

"I'm waiting for you... to tell me."

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

After finishing the meal, Zhuo Yijing cleared the dishes again.

Sang Zhi sat in the living room and quietly looked towards the kitchen.

The man's profile was deep and clear, and Qing Jun was cold.

Sang Zhi pulled her lips and stared at him.

It seemed that Zhuo Yijing had changed as a person since that day when she said "be with him".

What was he hiding that made him unwilling to see her or show up for so many years?

What happened over the years?The fire that year...

And...he also has a son as old as Ziyue.

Ziyue said...the bride ran away when he was getting married.

Is she Ziyue's mother?

Sang Zhi lowered his eyelids, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

She really had a lot of things to ask.

But he doesn't want to say it now, he just wants to wait for the right time.

Then she will wait.

"by……"

Zhuo Yijing walked out, and she was about to call out "Yixun", but saw him purse his lips and look up at her with cold eyes.

Sangzhi thought he was angry and quickly explained.

"I……"

"Now is not the time to shout that name, there will be a lot of trouble."

Zhuo Yijing's words are specious.

Sang Zhi nodded blankly and looked at him quietly.

She clenched her palms.

Zhuo Yijing...is this the default?

"Six years ago, I was kidnapped. You rescued me in the warehouse, and then..."

She paused and blushed a little.

"is not it?"

Zhuo Yijing stared into her eyes with an indifferent and distant expression.

He was silent.

Sang Zhi thought he wouldn't answer.

"Yes."

Zhuo Yijin responded calmly.

Sangzhi lowered his head and curled his lips.

Sure enough it was him.

"I have a trip abroad in the afternoon. It may take a long time, about a week."

Zhuo Yi glanced at her with a calm expression.

"Are you going? Don't you want to go abroad?"

"..." Sang Zhi knew that he was going to bring up the matter of the country again.

"That was before. Before, I was preparing to study abroad, and then there was no return date. But it is different now. Even if I go abroad in the future, I will definitely come back."

Sang Zhi looked into his eyes with determination.

Zhuo Yijin pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijing took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and handed them to her.

"Here is the key to Yujingyuan, and there is also the key to here. You can live wherever you want.

Zhuo Ziyue lives in Yujingyuan. If you find him noisy, stay here.There are also car keys and there is a new car in the garage. "

Sang Zhi looked at him confused and blurted out.

"Are you... keeping me?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Yijin frowned and his face darkened slightly.

He thought for a moment and spoke calmly.

"...If you think so about our relationship, just give me the key to your house and I'll be considered your keeper."

The corner of Sang Zhi's mouth twitched slightly: "..."

Zhuo Yijing tugged his lips, stretched out his hand to rub her head, and reached out to hold her hand.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then raised her lips and handed her hand to him, holding his hand behind her back.

Zhuo Yijing's body was slightly stiff. He pursed his lips, tightened his jaw, and looked indifferent.

"I don't like any inappropriate relationships. Being with me is not only a relationship between lovers, but also a relationship between husband and wife."

"As for the nurturing relationship and lover relationship you mentioned..." Zhuo Yi frowned, his eyes dark.

"Get this out of your head."

Zhuo Yijing stared at her.

Sang Zhi nodded in response, feeling happy.

"it is good."

Lover relationship.

husband and wife relationship.

Sang Zhi curled her lips slightly.

"Have you decided where to live recently?" Zhuo Yijing's voice was cold.

"I'd better stay at my house." Sang Zhi coughed lightly.

Sang Zhi frowned: "If you leave, what will happen to Ziyue? Send him back to the Zhuo family's old house?"

"Do you want to take him? If not, let him go back to his old home."

Zhuo Yijing asked in a low voice.

Sang Zhi thought he thought she didn't like Zhuo Ziyue, and quickly shook her head: "No, I don't want to... I like Ziyue very much. He is really cute."

"...There is no need to force yourself."

Zhuo Yijin's voice was light.

"If you don't like it, you can just say so."

Sangzhi was stunned.

Zhuo Ziyue said before that Zhuo Yijing didn't seem to like him.

"I really like Ziyue."

Sangzhi smiled.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and glanced at her, "As long as you like it."

Sang Zhi wanted to ask, but felt that Zhuo Yijing wouldn't tell him, so he didn't mention it again.

……

Zhuo Yijing sent her home and left.

Sang Zhi returned home and as soon as she opened the door, she smelled the strong smell of smoke in the room. She frowned subconsciously.

She raised her eyes and saw Sang Yun sitting on the sofa.

Sang Yun's face was gloomy, and his eyes were indescribably sinister and cold.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment and pursed his lips.

She entered the living room and opened the curtains.

The living room suddenly became brighter, and the light stung Sang Yun's eyes.

He frowned and his eyes darkened.

"sister……"

"You and Zhuo Yi were together last night?"

Sang Yun gritted his teeth, clenched his palms, and said in a deep voice.

"Ah."

Sang Zhi nodded without hesitation: "Yes. I'm with him."

"..."

"Are you...really together?" Sang Yun's lips trembled.

Sangzhi didn't want to hide it from him: "This time it's true."

Sang Yun's face changed slightly, of course he understood what she meant.

He raised his eyes and looked at the ambiguous red mark on her neck, and his face turned pale.

Jealousy and rage threatened to consume him.

Sang Yun clenched her palms and gritted her teeth: "Sister, what I told you...don't you even consider it?"

"He is from the Zhuo family. The Zhuo family is no better than the Xie family, a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, unpredictable."

"His relationship with Xie Fengyi and Tan Xinrong, and...he also has a son!"

Sang Yun said sharply.

"I know."

Sangzhi lowered his eyelids and his voice trembled slightly.

"I know it all."

"I don't care." She curled her lips.

"There are more important things than that right now."

Sang Yun was stunned, frowned and said, "What's going on?"

"Ji Yixun."

Sang Zhi looked at him with firm eyes.

Sang Yun frowned and looked at Sang Zhi without knowing why.

"What do you mean?"

"What does this have to do with Ji Yixun?"

Sang Yun had a stern look on his face.

Sang Zhi clenched her palms, her voice hoarse.

"Zhuo Yijing...is my Yixun."

"impossible!!"

Sang Yun immediately denied her.

"Zhuo Yijing is Zhuo Yijing, and Ji Yixun is Ji Yixun! They are two people, how can they be one person!"

Sang Yun stared at her.

Sang Zhi's eyes were red, and she took a deep breath, "Sang Yun, I didn't lie to you."

"Zhuo Yijing is Yixun. I felt before that he always gave me a familiar feeling, with his little movements and habits... But he really doesn't look like Yixun."

"However, I found the pen I had given to Yixun in his car that day. Yixun said that he would always carry it with him and never leave him."

"Later, I asked a private detective to investigate... Zhuo Yijing was in Chenyang eight years ago. Moreover, he also lived in Chenyang for a long time. He also returned to the Zhuo family later."

Sang Zhi's voice was trembling.

She clenched her palms and continued.

"Besides, I told you that Yixun is not dead, and it is true. I don't believe that he is dead, and there is a reason.

I suspect that the corpse that proved Yixun's identity was the real Zhuo Yijing, and Yixun might have known the real Zhuo Yijing.

So, later on, he became Zhuo Yijing.

After all, after the fire, what if he had plastic surgery..."

Sang Zhi clenched her palms.

"This is all your conjecture. Moreover, you also said that maybe Ji Yixun and Zhuo Yijing know each other. How can you be sure that Zhuo Yijing is Ji Yixun? What if they are two people?"

Sang Yun said in a deep voice.

"Because Zhuo Yijing has no reason to lie to me."

"Zhuo Yijing said he can't tell me the truth now. Soon, when some things are resolved, he will tell me. Now, if I can't mention Yixun, there will be a lot of trouble."

"He also said that... that night when I was framed by Han Xuyang, Sang Lingxue and others, it was... he saved me."

"I told you, I always feel that Yixun is by my side."

Sangzhi lowered his head and bit his lower lip.

She laughed at herself and continued: "Sang Yun, didn't you also say that... he gives you an inexplicable sense of familiarity?"

Sang Yun was stunned for a moment, his jaw clenched.

He looked at Sang Zhi, his eyes dark.

"It's actually...him?"

Sang Yun pursed her lips.

Could it be that...Zhuo Yijing is really Ji Yixun?

Sang Yun frowned.

He suddenly remembered one thing.

When Sangzhi was in trouble before, for a long time, there would always be someone to help her solve some troubles behind her back.

And the night she was talking about...

That time he rushed to the hospital in the morning.

I vaguely saw a man in a suit.

that person……

Is it Zhuo Yijing?

And the familiarity Zhuo Yijing gave him...

Sang Yun clenched her palms tightly and frowned.

"Sang Yun, it seems that the fire at Aunt Ji's house eight years ago was not an accident. Yixun must have had his reasons for not being willing to appear in front of me all these years."

"He said he would tell me everything soon."

"I'm willing to wait for him."

Sangzhi took a deep breath.

"..."

Sang Yun stared at her, his palms slowly tightening, with a look of decadence and unwillingness.

He laughed at himself.

"It turns out... I still lost to Ji Yixun. This person has been dead for so many years and has occupied your heart for so many years... but he is still alive."

Sangzhi remained silent.

"But he has a son. Even if he is really Ji Yixun... that child is also his son. And the Zhuo family... don't you think things are more complicated?"

"If he is Ji Yixun, will Zhuo Yijing really die like that? How could the Zhuo family be willing?"

"I don't know...maybe it's something unspeakable."

Sangzhi shook his head.

"I thought...he would tell me."

Sangzhi clenched his hands.