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

"Zhizhi, did my father bully you?"

Zhuo Ziyue was a little gloating.

He has another chance!

"My dad has a lot of bad habits and a bad temper. Sometimes I can't stand him."

Zhuo Ziyue held her hand and whispered in her ear.

"...Zhuo Ziyue, go back to your old house."

Zhuo Yijing stood behind them at some point.

Both Sang Zhi and Zhuo Ziyue were shocked.

"I don't want it. Those little brats from my eldest wife's house always bully me. I don't want to go back."

Zhuo Ziyue snorted softly.

"Then be honest."

Zhuo Yijin sneered and glanced at Sang Zhi, who was looking down at his phone without raising his eyes or speaking.

Zhuo Yijing was about to speak.

The door was opened.

Zhuo Yijin subconsciously looked towards the door.

"Third Young Master."

Aunt Wu said respectfully.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then turned and looked over.

Aunt Wu didn't expect anyone else to be in the house.

Still a woman...a strange woman.

Aunt Wu was stunned and looked at Sang Zhi blankly.

"Third Young Master, this young lady is..."

Before Zhuo Yijing and Zhuo Ziyue could speak, Sangzhi answered quickly.

"Hello, aunt, my name is Sang Zhi. I am the teacher in Zhuo Ziyue's art class. I am here to give Ziyue tutoring lessons."

Zhuo Ziyue: "..."

But soon.

Zhuo Ziyue chuckled, "Grandma Wu, this is my Zhi Zhi."

Zhuo Ziyue hugged Sang Zhi and kissed her on the face.

"..."

Zhuo Yijin's face turned darker.

He pursed his lips, glanced at Sang Zhi coldly, and then his eyes fell on Aunt Wu at the door.

"Aunt Wu, why are you here?" Zhuo Yijing's voice was light.

"Third Young Master, have you forgotten? You said you were not at home and asked me to come over and cook for the young master. You said he was at home."

Aunt Wu whispered.

"Oh, forgot."

Zhuo Yijing tugged her lips, her expression indifferent.

"Third Young Master, have you had dinner? If not, let me make it." Aunt Wu asked.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijing nodded.

"Then Aunt Wu, let me help you..." Sang Zhi said.

Zhuo Yi originally wanted to cook.

Finally, Aunt Wu came.

He was too lazy to do it.

"Ah?" Aunt Wu was stunned for a moment.

"Teacher Sang, you are a guest. How can this be done? I can do it alone. You should hurry up and give the young master some extra lessons..."

Aunt Wu smiled.

"..."

Sang Zhi was a little embarrassed and felt guilty.

Zhuo Yi glanced at her longingly, walked past her slowly, and sat down on the sofa next to her, with his long legs crossed and a lazy look on his face.

He took the remote control and turned on the TV.

"Teacher Sang, where are the teaching materials for make-up lessons? You don't come here empty-handed, do you?"

Zhuo Yijin spoke abruptly.

Sang Zhi's mouth twitched fiercely, and she couldn't help cursing him in her heart.

Her signature fake smile appeared on her face again: "Mr. Zhuo, you are joking. There are no teaching materials in art class."

"I remember the art and violin you taught, right? Where are the art tools and the violin? You come to teach with nothing? Is this how you set an example for others?"

Zhuo Yi stared at her longingly, his expression indifferent and distant.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips: "..."

Aunt Wu cautiously poked her head out from the kitchen to observe Zhuo Yijing and Sang Zhi, eyeing them suspiciously.

She had just suspected that this "Teacher Sang" was the "Third Young Master's Girlfriend" that the old lady had told her to keep an eye on.

But looking at Third Young Master's cold and distant look and tone, this Teacher Sang doesn't look like Third Young Master's girlfriend at all, as the old lady said.

These three young men are really unforgiving and have a bad temper.

Looking at this Teacher Sang almost cried.

Aunt Wu sighed softly and hurriedly washed the vegetables and cooked.

"Dad...I have violins and art tools in my room...Don't be so cruel to Zhizhi."

Zhuo Ziyue glared at him.

But my heart took off happily.

Are Dad and Zhizhi going to break up?

"Zhizhi, follow me."

Zhuo Ziyue took her hand and led her upstairs.

After a while, Zhuo Yijing was the only one left in the living room.

Zhuo Yijin's face was dark and solemn.

Soon, the sound of violins came from upstairs.

"Third Young Master, the meal is ready."

Aunt Wu took off her apron, walked out of the kitchen, and glanced at Zhuo Yijing, who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and concentrating.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijin responded.

"I'll call Teacher Sang and the young master to come down for dinner right away," Aunt Wu said.

Zhuo Yijing nodded.

Aunt Wu put the food on the dining table and then went up to the second floor.

The doorbell rang.

Zhuo Yijing frowned, stood up slowly, and opened the door.

Seeing the person coming, Zhuo Yijin frowned slightly.

"Hey, Third Brother, I didn't expect it to be us..."

Xing Jingnan crossed his arms and looked at him calmly.

"Why did you come here?"

Zhuo Yi's expression did not change.

"I was in a bad mood... I originally wanted to meet this guy for a drink, but then I saw your car and came over to look for you."

Xie Fengyi shook the wine in his hand and his voice was pale.

"come in."

Zhuo Yijin quietly opened the door, his expression calm and composed.

Xie Fengyi and Xing Jingnan followed Zhuo Yijing through the door.

As soon as he arrived in the living room, Xing Jingnan's sharp eyes saw the lady's handbag on the corner of the sofa. Just when he was about to tease Zhuo Yijing, his face suddenly changed as if he thought of something.

Xing Jingnan suddenly looked at Zhuo Yijing, and then glanced at Xie Fengyi.

His face looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.

Xing Jingnan frowned.

What a coincidence.

"...Ziyue, hurry up."

Sangzhi's gentle and soft voice suddenly sounded upstairs.

Xie Fengyi's body suddenly stiffened, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look upstairs.

I happened to see Sang Zhi coming out of the house, now urging me at the stairs on the second floor.

Xing Jingnan's back felt a little cold.

I couldn't help but secretly dumbfounded.

He glanced at Zhuo Yijing, who was looking indifferent, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Now...is it too big?

"Zhizhi, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Zhuo Ziyue ran out.

Sang Zhi quickly pulled him, but as soon as she turned her eyes, she saw Xie Fengyi staring at her with cold eyes.

And Xing Jingnan looked playful and playful.

Sang Zhi subconsciously squeezed Zhuo Ziyue's hand.

Zhuo Ziyue took a breath and was about to speak when he saw Xie Fengyi and Xing Jingnan.

"Ah, brother-in-law, Uncle Xing, why are you here!"

Xie Fengyi: "..."

Ever since he got engaged to Tan Xinrong, he was a generation lower among his group of friends.

Xing Jingnan smiled.

"Come and have a drink with your dad."

Xing Jingnan said, his eyes falling on Sang Zhi again.

"Miss Sang, what a coincidence."

Sangzhi pulled his lips awkwardly.

She feels that Tangcheng is very small now.

Even though they broke up...but I still see Xie Fengyi every day and hear his "humiliation" every day, which makes me feel unhappy.

"Why are you here?"

Xie Fengyi's voice was cold and distant, and his eyes fell from her to Zhuo Yijing, who looked cold and indifferent.

Xie Fengyi pursed her lips.

"Lao Zhuo, don't you want to give me an explanation?"

Xie Fengyi curled her lips and smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

Zhuo Yijing still had an indifferent expression. He raised his eyes and glanced at Sang Zhi, his eyes dark.

Sang Zhi clenched her palms, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously shook her head at Zhuo Yijing while Xie Fengyi wasn't paying attention.

"I asked."

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips with a calm expression.

Sang Zhi's heart was in her throat.

"Come and give Zhuo Ziyue extra lessons."

Hearing what he said, Sang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Fengyi turned his face and looked directly at Sang Zhi with indifferent eyes, full of inquiry and questioning.