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

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As soon as Sang Zhi and Ye Jialan arrived at the Italian airport, someone came to pick them up.

It is a perfume company that cooperates with rosella.

Sang Zhi and Ye Jialan were both arranged into the hotel.

After packing his things, Sang Zhi had time to pick up his phone and look at it.

Sang Zhi saw that Zhuo Yijing had sent her a message and asked her if she had arrived.

Sangzhi quickly replied to the message.

Sangzhi: [I’m here. 】

Sang Zhi took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out again, she found that Zhuo Yijing had not replied to the message.

Could it be that he has fallen asleep?

Sangzhi frowned.

She was lying on the bed, staring at the chat page between the two of them, thinking about sending him a message to ask him again.

But in this foreign country, she inexplicably wanted to hear his voice.

Sangzhi hesitated to call.

But he was afraid that Zhuo Yi would fall asleep.

Even if I wake him up, he won't blame me, right?

Thinking this, Sang Zhi couldn't help but call Zhuo Yijing.

The phone beeped several times. She thought no one answered, but she didn't expect that when she was about to hang up, she was answered.

Sangzhi curled her lips and said quickly: "Are you asleep? Did I wake you up?"

"..."

She was answered by silent silence.

"Why don't you speak? Is it inconvenient?"

Sangzhi whispered.

"Ziyue? Is that you?"

she asked again.

"Did I type it wrong?"

Sangzhi frowned and muttered to himself.

She took the phone and looked at it again.

"That's right."

"Sorry, miss, you must have typed correctly."

Sangzhi thought the phone was stuck and was about to hang up when he heard a woman's voice coming from the phone.

"Ajing, he just fell asleep."

Sang Zhi's hand holding the phone suddenly stiffened.

Ah Jing?

Sang Zhi frowned subconsciously and was speechless for a moment.

"I'm sorry, miss, may I ask you, who are you?"

Sangzhi pursed her lips.

"Who am I?" Sang Zhi heard the woman smile.

"I am a very close person to him. There is something between me and him that you don't have... a bond connecting... me and him..."

The woman didn't say any more and deliberately paused.

Sang Zhi clenched her palms and pulled her lips stiffly.

She said uncertainly, "You, are you... Ziyue's biological mother?"

The man smiled.

"...Yes. It seems that Ajing hasn't told you yet."

Sang Zhi was stunned, and slowly tightened his palms, "Zhuo Yi loves him... where is he?"

"Didn't I tell you, he just fell asleep."

Sang Zhi's fingertips holding the phone gradually turned white.

"Oh...don't get me wrong, it's just that he is sick now and I am taking care of him."

The woman smiled and spoke calmly.

Sangzhi pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Are you his lover?"

The woman asked, her tone full of mockery.

Sangzhi clenched his hands.

"Sorry... I'm his girlfriend, not his lover."

Sangzhi said in a deep voice, as if declaring sovereignty.

"is it?"

Sangzhi heard the woman's sneer.

"Miss Sang, the women around Ajing are like crucian carp crossing the river. I didn't know she had a girlfriend other than me.

By the way, I don’t know if you know this clearly, but Zhuo Yijing and I were once married and had a wedding.

He and I also have a lovely son.Tell me, are you a lover?He must have never mentioned me to you. I have been back for a long time...

I have met him several times.I came back this time just to be with him and Ziyue.

Miss Sang, you are on a business trip, right?Looking forward to seeing you soon.Oops, Ah Jing is about to wake up, and I have to cook porridge for him.

Bye. "

Before Sangzhi could continue to speak, the phone was cut off by the woman on the other end.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and slowly tightened her palms.

Her face was a little ugly.

"..."

What that woman said...

Mulberry branches drooped eyelids.

The woman called him that close.There is a son between them.

She also showed up at his home.

Zhuo Yijing wants him to take care of her.

and……

They had met several times before.

Sang Zhi bit her whitened lower lip, feeling a little absent-minded for a moment.

"..."

Sangzhi suddenly lay on the bed.

There is a sense of powerlessness.

……

Fu Zhixiao looked at the phone with a black screen, his eyes half-squinted, his expression indifferent and distant.

She glanced at Zhuo Yijing, who was lying asleep on the bed, her eyes deep and dark.

Fu Zhixiao put Zhuo Yijing's mobile phone on the table, slowly approached and stood next to her.

Fu Zhixiao frowned and slowly tightened his palms.

She unbuttoned her shirt, and underneath her shirt was a white lace navel-baring sling.

She clenched her palms, suddenly sat on the edge of the bed, and hesitantly reached out to touch the collar of Zhuo Yijing's black shirt...

However, as soon as Fu Zhixiao's fingertips touched the man's collar, his wrist was tightly grasped.

Fu Zhixiao's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly looked into the man's deep and dark eyes.

"you you……"

Fu Zhixiao was speechless for a moment.

Zhuo Yijing frowned and shook her wrist away, his eyes full of disgust.

Zhuo Yijing slowly straightened up, raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, his thin lips pursed tightly, his expression indifferent.

"Put on your clothes and get out."

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and said coldly.

"..."

"When did you wake up?"

Fu Zhixiao clenched his palms and looked at him with frowning eyebrows.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing closed his eyes and frowned. He did not speak and raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him.

"Zhuo Yijing...could it be that you woke up just now? Did you wake up when I called this woman named Sang Zhi?"

Fu Zhixiao frowned, looking incredulous.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing remained silent, his expression still cold and indifferent.

"Fu Zhixiao, what do you want to do when you come to me?"

After a while, Zhuo Yijing slowly opened his eyes, his eyes cold and sinister.

His voice was extremely cold.

Fu Zhixiao tugged his lips and shrugged his shoulders.

"What don't you want to do? I just want to come over and relive Yuan Meng with you."

Fu Zhixiao smiled charmingly, took a step back, bent down and picked up the shirt on the ground.

Zhuo Yijing sneered.

"What do you want? It's because Zhuo Yucheng can't give it to you, or Xie Fengyi can't give it to you, or..."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and paused slightly.

"Zhou Zheng can't give it to you? Huh?"

Zhuo Yijin raised his eyes and looked at her condescendingly.

"..."

Fu Zhixiao's expression suddenly changed, and his palms subconsciously tightened.

Zhuo Yijing stood up slowly, stood in front of her, and stared at her coldly.

"Fu Zhixiao, I don't care what happened between Zhuo Yucheng and you, and I don't know what you are conspiring with.

But I tell you, don’t disgust me around me. "

Zhuo Yi glanced at her longingly, his expression getting colder and colder.

"What you really want...Actually, I may also know it. But if you place your plans on me, then you and Zhuo Yucheng...are wrong."

"The Zhuo family is not for you to enter just because you want to. If you want to enter the Zhuo family, you are not qualified."

Zhuo Yijing sneered, his voice as cold as a knife.

"Zhuo Yijing, you..."

Fu Zhixiao clenched his hands and gritted his teeth as he looked at the handsome and gloomy man in front of him.

She looked at Zhuo Yijing and asked in a deep voice.

"Zhuo Yijing, do you know something?"

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