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

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Zhuo Yijing looked at the location on his phone, put down his phone, and played with the small, cold gun in his hand, his expression calm and indifferent.

"Third Young Master."

The man in a casual suit spoke respectfully.

"Everything is ready. Our people have passed by. There are about 20 of them. There should be more than 10 guns. Han Xuyang had someone buy them on the black market before."

Cheng Chi said, raising his eyes and staring at the man's cold and determined profile.

"But... some of the people who opened the black market for Han Xuyang are Zhuo Yucheng."

Zhuo Yijin pursed his lips and said nothing, with an indifferent expression. His slender fingers kept pulling the trigger, making a "pop, pop, pop" sound.

"Han Xuyang said that someone will go to the bank to check the account at noon tomorrow."

"They will most likely take Ms. Sang on the plane and wait until they get the money before letting her go."

"Han Xuyang dares to ask for such a high price. I'm afraid... Zhuo Yucheng will make arrangements for it. Moreover, the only people in the warehouse are Han Xuyang's people. We can't rule out that... Zhuo Yucheng will also arrange people."

Cheng Chi said in a deep voice, frowning.

Zhuo Yijing never spoke.

After a while, he continued.

"Tomorrow will be too late."

Zhuo Yijing raised his eyes slightly, his expression cold and sinister.

"tonight."

"No one can leave the warehouse alive."

Zhuo Yijin spoke in an understatement, as if he was describing a very peaceful incident.

"Have someone bring Han Xuyang's mother and Sang Lingxue's parents out of prison. Take them all over."

Zhuo Yijing said in a deep voice, his eyes full of bloodthirsty.

Cheng Chi naturally understood what he meant, "Third Young Master, will it alert the police..."

"Do not care."

Zhuo Yijing said in a deep voice. "Someone will take care of it."

Cheng Chi frowned and spoke hesitantly.

"Third Young Master, let me say one more thing. Han Xuyang and Sang Lingxue can just forget about it and get rid of them. As for the others... I think it would be better to leave it to the police. If this matter alarms Mr. Zhuo.

I'm afraid it will cause a bigger fuss, which will also be detrimental to Miss Sang.Zhuo Yucheng is waiting to catch you...and it will also have an impact on...the election of your sixth uncle. "

"In addition, someone from the imperial capital is coming to Tangcheng recently, and it's the big shot from above... If things really get big, it won't do anything to you, Third Young Master. I'm just afraid that it will be more difficult for Miss Sang to enter the Zhuo family, and she may become the target of public criticism. "

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, his eyes darkened, he pursed his lips and kept secretive.

"..."

……

Zhouyue International Hotel.

Fu Zhixiao looked at Xie Fengyi, who was drunk again, with a trace of disgust on his face.

He kept muttering about "children", "impossible" and "mulberry branches".

Fu Zhixiao pursed his lips and played with Xie Fengyi's mobile phone.

The phone screen displays messages from unknown numbers.

[The mulberry branch is in my hand.If you want her to live, give her 10 billion in exchange. 】

Fu Zhixiao glanced at Xie Fengyi on the sofa with interest, his eyes darkening.

I don’t know if it was a prank or if I was really kidnapped.

Fu Zhixiao squinted his eyes and pressed the "delete" button.

The unfamiliar text message quickly disappeared.

Fu Zhixiao stood up slowly and walked leisurely in the bedroom.

"Sangzhi..." Fu Zhixiao murmured the name to himself.

What I recalled in my mind was the scene of meeting her in that western restaurant during the day.

And Sang Zhi and Zhou Zheng look "intimate".

Fu Zhixiao’s eyebrows tightened.

Sang Zhi, Zhou Zheng, and Xie Fengyi...

Fu Zhixiao walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, took Xie Fengyi's mobile phone and slowly dialed a number he knew well by heart.

After the call was connected, Fu Zhixiao did not take the initiative to speak.

"What's up?"

"Fu Zhixiao."

Hearing the man's low and cold voice, Fu Zhixiao curled his lips.

"You know it's me."

Zhou Zheng's voice was cold and cold.

"Xie Fengyi will not take the initiative to call me, even though he is my niece's fiancé."

Zhou Zheng deliberately emphasized the words "niece's fiancé".

Fu Zhixiao's eyebrows moved slightly.

"Zhou Zheng... you hid it so deeply that you turned out to be my uncle Tan Xinrong. Back then, you accompanied me and my mother to go overseas alone and didn't return home for more than ten years. I really thought... you were alone. "

Fu Zhixiao sneered.

"You are really affectionate towards your mother."

Zhou Zheng listened to her sarcasm, his expression still cold and distant.

"What is your relationship with Zhuo Yijing, and what's going on with Zhuo Yucheng?"

Zhou Zheng asked in a deep voice.

"Are you jealous? You still care about me and condolences on my emotional affairs as... stepfather." Fu Zhixiao said with a smile.

"..."

Zhou Zheng remained silent.

After a while, he slowly said: "Don't do stupid things. It will do you no good if you offend Zhuo Yijing."

Fu Zhixiao sneered, "You don't need to worry about me."

"Let me ask you something too."

Fu Zhixiao squinted his eyes and opened his red lips slightly.

"What's your relationship with Sang Zhi? I heard... you came back from abroad specifically to perform an operation on Uncle Sang Zhi. You accompanied her to the engagement ceremony and had dinner with her..."

"Zhou Zheng, what is your relationship with her?"

Fu Zhixiao's voice was light.

Zhou Zheng frowned and said in a deep voice: "Are you satisfied with the innocent relationship?"

Fu Zhixiao sneered, "The way you look at her is not clear. My good father..."

Zhou Zheng pursed his thin lips tightly and looked gloomy.

"Zhou Zheng, let me ask you... the way you look at her, who are you looking at through her? Is it me... or my mother? Apart from my face, Sang Zhi has nothing in common.

However, she is very similar to her mother when she was young. From her temperament to her temperament and her expression when speaking, she is the look you have loved for most of your life..."

Fu Zhixiao clenched her palms, her eyes dark and deep, the more she spoke, the more annoyed she became.

"..."

Zhou Zheng was silent.

After a while, he said coldly.

"Is this... important?"

Fu Zhixiao twitched his lips and said in a calm voice, "It used to be important, but now it doesn't matter anymore."

"Anyway..."

Fu Zhixiao paused.

"Zhou Zheng, I'm warning you, don't even think about being with Sang Zhi. I am the person who can't tolerate sand in my eyes...

I'm a cruel person, you've always known that.Everything I can't get will be destroyed. "

Fu Zhixiao said through gritted teeth.

"You've seen it before. Haven't you?"

She sneered and hung up the phone.

Zhou Zheng frowned and stared blankly at the phone screen with an indifferent expression.

……

Sangzhi never dared to sleep. She wanted to find a chance to escape.

But someone was always "guarding" her and Qiu Yan, and Qiu Yan was still in a coma.

Qiu Yan was seriously injured.

But he can play pretty well.

I woke up once in the middle and wanted to save her.

Even though he was tied up.

But Han Xuyang was worried that he was a disaster, so he was first injected with a drug.

After all, Zhuo Yijing promised him 10 billion.

Want is.

Sang Zhi and Qiu Yan were safe and sound.

Then he and Sang Lingxue left Tangcheng safely.

Since Zhuo Yijing is willing to give it, he is very sincere.

Of course Han Xuyang is willing to exchange.

Therefore, Qiu Yan has not been killed for a long time.

Leaning behind Sangzhi was an iron can.

She took advantage of the people watching her not paying attention and secretly rubbed the rope tied to her wrists on the sharp corners of the tin can.

She could feel that the rope was about to break.

Sang Zhi's face was extremely calm. She had been suppressing the tension in her heart for fear that others would see it.

after awhile.

Until Sangzhi felt that the rope was finally broken and his wrist was relaxed.

Sang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and looked warily at the man in black not far away.