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"Teacher Meng, what a coincidence."

Sang Zhi smiled at Meng Yucen.

"Why are you sitting here? Are you here with your friends?"

Meng Yucen glanced at her and asked.

Sangzhi hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Well... came with friends."

Speaking of which, I always feel a little uncomfortable.

Sangzhi twitched his lips.

"What about you, yourself?"

Sang Zhi raised his eyes to look at her, with a smile on his lips, and looked around her.

No one is empty.

"No, I came here with my fiancé."

Meng Yucen curved his lips and smiled.

Sang Zhi was stunned and raised his eyes to look at her.

"fiancé?"

Meng Yucen nodded in response and reached out to brush the hair around his ears.

"The one you met last time, your friend's boss, is also Ziyue's father."

Meng Yucen continued.

Sangzhi: "..."

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to speak.

"It turns out, it turns out to be...Mr. Zhuo."

"But didn't you say we were...friends last time?" Sang Zhi couldn't laugh or cry.

"We are friends, and we have known each other since childhood. The elders of our two families discussed the engagement together some time ago..."

Meng Yucen said with a blushing face.

"You two seem to be quite compatible."

Sangzhi lowered his eyelids and spoke lightly.

"When will Teacher Meng get engaged?" Sang Zhi raised his eyes and asked.

Meng Yucen blushed even more: "Oh, it's early. Teacher Sang will definitely come then."

Sangzhi curled her lips: "Okay."

"But, Mr. Zhuo, has he gone elsewhere? Why didn't you see him?"

Sangzhi looked around suspiciously.

Meng Yucen smiled and continued: "He just left because of something."

"Oh..." Sang Zhi smiled awkwardly.

For a moment, she couldn't figure out what Miss Meng was thinking.

"Teacher Sang, will you come to my birthday party in a few days?

I sent out invitations at the Art Center two days ago, but you didn't come, so your invitation is on your desk in the office.

No, I just want to tell you. "

Meng Yucen smiled lowly, her beautiful eyes moving on Sang Zhi's face with clear eyes.

Sang Zhi said hesitantly, "I... I might not be able to go. I... still have a part-time job. I have other jobs. I shouldn't be able to leave."

"It's okay. My birthday happens to be on Sunday, and the teachers in our art center are planning to go to my house after class. You can go with us then."

Sangzhi: "..."

Coincidence?

"Teacher Sang, can't you come? Oh, it's really a pity." Meng Yucen sighed lightly.

"Then I'll go too. After class that day, I'll be fine." Sang Zhi said.

Only then did Meng Yucen laugh again, "Well, Teacher Sang, I'll leave first."

Sang Zhi responded and watched Meng Yucen leave.

Meng Yucen had just taken a few steps when Zhuo Yijing strode towards her with a large cup of milk tea in her hand.

It looks funny.

Sang Zhi smiled, took the milk tea from his hand, and thanked him softly.

"Didn't you see...Miss Meng when you came here just now?" Sang Zhi raised her eyes and looked at him and asked.

Zhuo Yijing was slightly stunned, his eyebrows tightened, "Who?"

"Miss Meng?"

"Which one? Say your name." Zhuo Yijing said in a calm voice.

"..." Sang Zhi's mouth twitched sharply.

"It turns out there are several Miss Meng... Tsk." Sang Zhi snorted, her tone a little sour.

Zhuo Yijin frowned and pursed his lips.

"Meng Yucen?"

Zhuo Yijing thought for a while, his voice was low.

"...Don't you know this?" Sang Zhi curled his lips and said with an averted face.

"I saw her talking to you when I came back just now." Zhuo Yijing said, reaching out to pull her face.

Sangzhi opened his hand and looked at him gloomily.

"What did she say?"

Zhuo Yi's eyebrows moved slightly.

"I didn't say anything, just invited me to the birthday party." Sang Zhi looked at him and curled her lips.

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her calmly, with a calm expression.

"to be frank."

Sang Zhi was stunned and looked at him with a frown.

"You're faking a smile."

Zhuo Yi's expression did not change.

"Okay. She said you were her fiancé... and she said you came to the mall with her." Sang Zhi said truthfully.

After finishing speaking, Sang Zhi saw the man purse his lips, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his handsome and cold face.

"Do you believe it?"

After a while, Zhuo Yijing turned his head and looked at her.

"Of course I don't believe it. Because I was the one in the mall with you."

Sangzhi smiled.

"Then do you know that she said that on purpose?" Zhuo Yijing's voice was cold and indifferent. He glanced at her, his eyes darkening.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and raised her eyes to look at him.

"Did she...see us together? So while you were on the phone, she came over and told me this. Did you also invite me to the birthday party on purpose?"

Sang Zhi frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"Not stupid."

Zhuo Yijin looked calm.

Not only that.

The phone call just now... was from the old man.

His "marriage" was mentioned again.

The old man likes Meng Yucen very much.

"Then she..."

Why do you want to do this?

Sang Zhi frowned.

"Most of the people attending her birthday party are from Tangcheng's powerful families. They won't invite teachers from your art center.

Letting you go is just to make you quit in the face of difficulties. "

"Why give up when faced with difficulties?"

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Yijing.

"I."

Zhuo Yijin's voice was light.

"...Will you go too? Has she invited you too?"

After saying this, Sang Zhi regretted, "I said it wrong. Do you still need to invite her? You are her fiancé, just go directly."

Sang Zhi's eyebrows were smiling.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing's face suddenly turned dark, and he sneered. He lowered his head and whispered dirty words into her ear.

Sang Zhi blushed, "Okay, I was wrong, I'm not so weird anymore."

Zhuo Yijing's expression improved and he stared at her calmly.

"I'll go with you to her birthday party." Zhuo Yijing said in a calm voice.

"No, no."

Sangzhi quickly refused.

"As you said, all the people who will go there will be respectable people... then..."

Shen Ru, Xie Fengyi and others... should also go.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

"Yes, they will all go."

"I'll just go by myself. If you go, you can do whatever you want, don't worry about me... we just don't know each other."

Sang Zhi said while holding his arm and nestling in his arms.

Zhuo Yijin frowned slightly: "Are you preparing for our relationship... We don't know each other in bed?"

Sang Zhi's mouth twitched and he shook his head quickly: "No, I, I just..."

"You just don't think it's time to make it public?" Zhuo Yi stared at her longingly, his voice cold.

"Yes. We just... just got together. It's too... too soon, too early."

"Are you afraid that Xie Fengyi will be unhappy?"

Zhuo Yijing sneered, a little displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He pursed his lips and stared at her coldly.

"I'm not even afraid. What are you afraid of?"

Zhuo Yijing stared into her eyes.

Sang Zhi's eyes were a little dodgeful, and she looked away: "I didn't."

"You have."

Zhuo Yijing pinched her chin and looked at her condescendingly, his voice was cold.

"Not only that, you also think that I am despicable and cruel.

While calling her brother-in-law, he sent Sang Lingxue to his bed and secretly suppressed Mr. Xie. "

The corners of Zhuo Yijin's lips raised slightly, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes.

"...What are you talking about? I didn't think so."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was light, but his tone was very strong: "You have."

“Ask yourself.”

Zhuo Yi glanced at her longingly.

Sangzhi lowered his eyes and said nothing, gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't."

Zhuo Yi smiled and said nothing.

Sangzhi didn't understand how the "cold war" started...

Is it the Cold War?

She didn't want to talk to Zhuo Yijing.

Zhuo Yijing ignored her while driving.

She was going back to her home.

Zhuo Yijin could not help but lock her in the car.Don't let her get off the bus.

When the car stopped at Yujingyuan, the atmosphere between the two was still tense.

Even Zhuo Ziyue, who came out of the room, noticed a different "atmosphere".