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

……

After Fu Zhixiao left.

Zhuo Yijing stood in front of the window for a long time.

After a while, he walked to the bedside, picked up his cell phone, and was about to call Sang Zhi, but he paused slightly when he saw the call record.

Zhuo Yijin clenched his palms tightly, his expression cold and indifferent.

He hesitated for a while and then called Sang Zhi.

But no one answered.

Italy.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and kept secretive.

……

After that phone call, Sang Zhi became a little absent-minded.

That phone call was all on my mind.

There is also the woman who claims to be Ziyue's biological mother.

"Zhizhi, what's wrong with you these days? I feel like you're out of shape. Are you not adapting to a strange environment?"

Coming out of the VIP room, Ye Jialan turned his head and asked her.

Sangzhi tugged his lips and shook his head slightly.

"Sister Jialan, I'm fine. Maybe it's because I haven't slept in the past two days."

Sangzhi whispered, smiling slightly.

"Zhizhi, Mr. Karl is holding a mask dance tonight, and he just gave me the invitation."

"Mr. Carl? Is he the Italian-Mixed suitor you had when you were studying abroad?" Sang Zhi was a little surprised.

In the past two days, Karl came to see Ye Jialan again.

Ye Jialan nodded.

"Karl likes to pursue these formalisms. Today is his birthday party, so he turned it into a mask dance."

It turned out to be the case.

Sangzhi nodded thoughtfully.

"Sister Jialan, I won't go. I won't join in the fun."

"Zhizhi, if you don't go, I won't be able to be alone. It's a foreign country and I don't even have a companion."

"I think you can go to the prom. After all, there are a lot of handsome mixed-race guys at the prom."

Under Ye Jialan's pleading, Sangzhi had no choice but to agree.

She actually doesn't like too lively occasions.

And, most importantly, she didn't do much ballroom dancing.She is really not good at dancing.

The only dance she is good at is the folk dance she learned from Jiang Chengdong.

When she was younger, Sang Qichen enrolled her in some musical instrument classes and dance classes in order to raise an outstanding child.

She quit the dance class after a short period of time because she was really not interested.

I did learn a few musical instruments.

Saxophone, piano, violin...

Later, I followed Jiang Chengdong back home, but my family couldn't afford those musical instruments.

after all.

At that time, she could be regarded as returning to her true self from a wealthy young lady who had plummeted.

The later musical instruments and some valuable items were all specially given to her by Sang Qichen.

……

Before the dance, Ye Jialan took Sang Zhi to do her hair and chose an evening dress for her.

It's a purple tube top fishtail skirt.

An hour before the dance started, Sang Zhi and Ye Jialan arrived at Mr. Karl's villa in advance.

Arriving at Mr. Carl's house, Sangzhi couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the luxurious manor villa.

"Sister Jialan, Mr. Karl's home is so big, it reaches the top of a mountain... It can't even be described as a villa, it is... a castle!"

Sang Zhi suddenly became jealous of the rich.

Sangzhi kept looking at the luxurious Baroque castle in front of him, his eyes full of surprise and envy.

She had only seen these gorgeous buildings in books and online.

But there are no pictures in books or on the Internet that are more shocking to the eye.

"Karl's family is a very wealthy, powerful, mysterious and wealthy family."

Ye Jialan curled her lips.

"Jialan...so you are here."

Sang Zhi was meditating when he suddenly heard a pure and standard fluent English.

Sangzhi tilted his head, and what caught his eye was a tall and slender man wearing a dark brown tuxedo.

The man has a handsome face, but his appearance is more feminine. He has the kind of stunning appearance that makes people feel scared.

It is indeed a mixed-race appearance that I like.

However, he may prefer Chinese appearance.

The man's deep and sinister eyes fell on Sang Zhi.

Sang Zhi couldn't help but feel a little frightened when she saw his eyes as green and clear as ink jade.

It’s just that Karl has a faint smell of perfume.

Very clear and light.

Kind of familiar.

But it was more of the scent of perfume made from grapevines and cypress wood on his body.

Under this rich perfume, she smelled a very clear, light and somewhat familiar scent.

Karl raised his eyebrows and looked at Sang Zhi.

"Karl, this is the school girl I told you about, the most potential and talented perfumer in our company. Sangzhi."

Ye Jialan introduced Sang Zhi.

I heard that Ye Jialan spoke Mandarin, and Sang Zhi also spoke Mandarin.

"Hello, Mr. Karl, I am Sang Zhi." Sang Zhi curled her lips and smiled softly, extending her right hand towards him.

Karl smiled, with deep eyebrows and shining green eyes.

"Hello, I'm Karl, I've long known your name."

Karl spoke very gentlemanly and simply shook hands with her.

"Miss Sangzhi, I would like to borrow some blue tea from you. Are you willing?"

Karl turned his head and glanced at Sang Zhi, and asked in a low voice.

Sang Zhi was stunned and quickly smiled, "I don't mind. I don't mind."

Ye Jialan: "..."

Ye Jialan glared at Karl.

Karl smiled and explained: "It's been a long time since we caught up with each other. That guy intercepted my calls to you before."

"That guy looks at you hard..."

Sangzhi was a little confused.

But she could probably guess it.

"That guy" should be Ye Jialan's ex-husband.

The man I saw in the office last time.

"Then let's go. Miss Sangzhi can wait in the ballroom first.

Or I can ask the butler to take you around here.Miss Sangzhi might get lost alone. "

Sang Zhi laughed and shook his head, "It's okay. Don't bother the housekeeper, I'll just stay here for a while."

Karl curled his lips and motioned for Ye Jialan to leave with him.

Before leaving, Ye Jialan handed her the mask.

Sang Zhi couldn't help but smile when he saw Ye Jialan leaving with Karl.

There were also some people attending the dance who came one after another, but they all came in pairs with their dancing partners. They did not stay outside and went directly into the ballroom.

But probably most of them are foreigners.

Most were wearing masks.

But their eyes were familiar enough to tell that they were foreigners.

When those people saw her, a Chinese, standing alone at the door, they couldn't help but take a second look.

Sang Zhi felt embarrassed and quickly put the mask on his face.

She did not go in directly, but wandered around the ballroom.

There is a garden behind the ballroom, also in Baroque style.

There is a large area of ​​roses in the garden.

The breeze blows, and the fragrance of roses hits my face.

Sangzhi couldn't help but feel a little relaxed and happy.

She turned her head and looked around.

There are floor lamps in the garden, it is very quiet and there are not many people.

She walked to the side and slowly sat down on the swing under the violet vine.

"Are you his lover... In the past few years, the women around him have been like crucian carp crossing the river. I have never heard of him admitting to a girlfriend..."

The woman's words still ring in my ears.

"We have a lovely son, which can never be severed."

Sang Zhi swayed gently on the swing, and some complicated emotions flashed across her delicate and beautiful face.

Between her and Zhuo Yijing...

There has been so much distance between them over the years.

In fact, feelings will also change.

They are no longer the boys and girls they were back then.

Moreover, everyone has a heavy responsibility on their shoulders.

Sang Zhi felt upset inexplicably.

She sighed softly and swayed on the swing.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of branches breaking and subconsciously looked up.