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

Time is running out.

After Sang Zhi received Ye Jialan's call, she went home to pack her luggage.

Sang Yun was not at home when she returned.

Sangzhi packed his luggage and when he was about to leave, he suddenly saw some photos lying next to the shoe rack.

Sangzhi picked up the photo and put it on the cabinet nearby.

This is the photo that Xie Fengyi brought over that night. She forgot to put it away.

Sang Zhi looked at the photo carefully, her eyes were clear, and her fingertips gently touched the handsome and wanton facial features in the photo.

Ye Jialan called again and said that he had bought her a ticket and asked her to go there quickly.

Sangzhi rushed to the airport.

……

"Zhizhi, you are finally here."

Seeing Sang Zhi, Ye Jialan smiled and stepped forward to hug her.

"But don't you need to work part-time these days? Are your classes at the Art Center okay?" Ye Jialan asked hesitantly.

Sang Zhi smiled and shook his head, "It's okay."

"Speaking of which... I think... I heard that someone was causing trouble at your art center some time ago."

Ye Jialan frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look at her.

Sang Zhi smiled awkwardly, "Yes. Unfortunately, the people who made trouble came to make trouble for me."

Sangzhi whispered.

Ye Jialan raised her eyebrows. Just as a message came on her phone, she didn't say anything more and lowered her head to reply to the message.

Sang Zhi looked at Ye Jialan with a smile on her face and raised the corners of her lips.

She suddenly remembered that she had not had time to tell Zhuo Yijing about this temporary business trip.

She just called Sang Yun.

Sang Zhi sat down next to Ye Jialan and took out his mobile phone to send a text message to Zhuo Yijing.

Sang Zhi: [One of my senior students needs a temporary secretary for a business trip.I went with her.About a week.Don’t read it. 】

Sangzhi felt that sending a message like this was too polite.

I just found a cute emoticon and sent it.

Ye Jialan turned his head and saw Sang Zhi smiling, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Zhizhi...are you in love again?" Ye Jialan teased her.

Sang Zhi curled her lips, with a smile on her face and eyes, but she didn't hide it.

"Um……"

She replied with a blush.

Ye Jialan raised her lips.

"This is the right thing. Starting a new relationship is good for your physical and mental health."

Sang Zhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just when he wanted to see it, he saw a familiar figure.

Sang Zhi narrowed his eyes and looked up at the man not far away.

Zhou Zheng?

Sangzhi frowned slightly.

Zhou Zheng was wearing very casual clothes.The slender and straight figure is hard not to attract attention.

Moreover, his temperament is also outstanding.

Sangzhi saw him at a glance.

But Zhou Zheng didn't seem to see her.

Just as Sang Zhi was about to get up and say hello, he heard the radio broadcasting the beginning of ticket inspection. Zhou Zheng had already entered the ticket inspection area with the flow of people.

"Zhizhi, what are you looking at?"

Ye Jialan asked.

Sangzhi shook his head and whispered: "It's nothing, I think I saw a friend."

Sangzhi came back to his senses, his eyebrows lightened.

……

Yujingyuan.

"Dad! I can't see Zhi Zhi lately."

As soon as Zhuo Yijing woke up, he heard Zhuo Ziyue's complaint.

He frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

"Zhizhi is on a business trip. He will be there for another week."

Zhuo Ziyue handed the phone back to Zhuo Yijing.

Only then did Zhuo Yijing see the text message Sang Zhi sent that afternoon.

He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little tired.He sent a text message to Sangzhi, asking her where she was going on a business trip and if she had arrived.

"Dad, I'm hungry, let's go out to eat."

Seeing Zhuo Yijing staring at the phone, Zhuo Ziyue complained dissatisfiedly.

"I have no appetite. Let your Uncle Cheng take you out to eat later. Or you can ask him to buy it for you."

Zhuo Yijing was lying on the sofa, his face a little pale, he pursed his lips and looked at him with half-lidded eyes.

Zhuo Ziyue curled his lips dissatisfied.

"I'm going out to eat."

He wanted to eat a burger with fried chicken and fries.

At home, Zhuo Yijing would not let him eat it.

After a while, Cheng Chi came over as expected.

When Cheng Chi came over, he found Zhuo Yijing's face a little red, and he was lying on the sofa looking depressed.

Cheng Chi frowned and said, "Third Young Master, are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you sick?"

"fine."

Zhuo Yijing shook his head, his voice was light.

He closed his eyes and looked lifeless.

"Dad, your head is so hot, you can boil eggs..."

Zhuo Ziyue took a step forward, lay down next to him, pressed his forehead against Zhuo Yijing's, and immediately moved away due to the burn.

"Third Young Master, do you have a fever?"

Cheng Chi frowned and asked in a deep voice, "How about I call the family doctor for you?"

"Need not."

Zhuo Yijing was too lazy to open his eyes.

He pursed his lips and frowned, "I'll be fine if I sleep for a while. You take Zhuo Ziyue to eat. Then go and help me see how Qiu Yan is doing later."

Zhuo Yijing whispered.

"I see."

Cheng Chi responded calmly.

"Third Young Master, if you feel really uncomfortable, call your family doctor. I guess you haven't been able to sleep well these past few days and have gotten angry. There are also wounds on your body, and you haven't taken care of the inflammation."

"I'm fine." Zhuo Yijing said, waving his hand to signal them to leave.

"Zhuo Ziyue, after dinner, go back to your old house with your uncle Cheng Chi."

"Dad, is it okay for you to be alone?" Zhuo Ziyue asked.

"Well, it's fine."

Zhuo Yijing didn't want to talk anymore. At this moment, his throat was extremely dry, his head hurt a little, and his body felt cold.

He actually hasn't been sick for a long time.

Zhuo Ziyue very considerately took out the summer quilt from the house and covered Zhuo Yijing.

"Dad, I'm leaving then."

"Third Young Master, let's go."

Cheng Chi took Zhuo Ziyue's schoolbag and whispered.

Zhuo Ziyue didn't bother to answer, his mind was groggy.

After a while, the doorbell kept ringing.

Zhuo Yijing frowned and stood up with difficulty.

Is it Zhuo Ziyue who has lost everything again?

Zhuo Yijing raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows, then slowly walked out and opened the door.

"Did you forget something again?"

Zhuo Yijin opened the door impatiently and was stunned when he saw the person in front of him.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips, her face a little gloomy, "What are you doing here?"

Zhuo Yi looked at her with squinted eyes.

Fu Zhixiao stared at him, his eyebrows cold.

"Come to find you."

She curled her lips and smiled softly.

Zhuo Yijing's face became increasingly ugly. He frowned and was about to close the door, but Fu Zhixiao grabbed his wrist.

"A Jing."

"What's wrong with you? You look ugly. Are you sick?"

Fu Zhixiao couldn't help but frown when he saw that his face was a little white and a little red.

"You feel so hot."

Fu Zhixiao glanced at his wrist that was held by her, and the heat coming from it made her frown.

Zhuo Yiqing's eyes suddenly turned cold. He calmly withdrew his hand and frowned.

It's just that his head hurt more and his brain became more dizzy.

He shook his head subconsciously, held on to the door handle, and tried to clear his mind, but found that it was too difficult.

The next moment, he felt his eyes go dark and leaned back.

"Ajing!"

Fu Zhixiao's face changed slightly and he quickly stepped forward to support him.