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

"Uuuuuuu..."

Sang Zhi's face turned pale, but his mouth was covered by the man behind him.

The man's body pressed against hers.

Sang Zhi's face turned even paler.

Because she felt this man... reacted.

The next moment, Sang Zhi suddenly felt the man's cold lips touching her exposed shoulder.

"charles" lifted up her skirt.

The long and distinct fingertips probed.

……

?Into between the legs.

Sang Zhi's face was extremely pale. She wanted to reach out and pinch "Charles", but he grabbed her wrist and raised it above her head.

There were dense kisses from "charles" on his back.

"Um..."

"Zhuo...yi...jing..."

"Son of a bitch...uh huh."

Sangzhi gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"let me go!"

"asshole!"

When Zhuo Yijing heard Sang Zhi calling her name, her eyes darkened, but her hands didn't stop moving.

"Dress like this to the prom? Who told you to dress like this? It's so sexy... Why didn't you show it to me before?"

Zhuo Yijing's voice was low. His fingertips easily opened the rope tied to his leg, and he lowered his head and bit her earlobe gently.

"..."

Sang Zhi's body stiffened.

Because the fishtail skirt on her body was very slim, so she wore it...

Zhuo Yijing's calloused fingertips rubbed against her legs.

"Is it fun to dance?"

Zhuo Yijing lowered his head and gently licked her earlobe.

Zhuo Yijing let go of the hand that restrained her wrist, and suddenly pulled her chin, causing her to tilt her head slightly.

"It's really you!"

Sangzhi snorted coldly and said through gritted teeth.

At that moment, the person she saw was Zhuo Yijing!

"What did you do to Mr. Charles? Did you kidnap him? That's crazy! He is the bodyguard of Sister Jialan's ex-husband. If you do anything to him, how can I explain to Sister Jialan?"

Sang Zhi gritted her teeth and said, her fair face turning even redder.

"..." Zhuo Yijin squinted his eyes and frowned slightly. He sneered and his eyes grew colder. "Who am I?"

Sang Zhi gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, "Can you please let Mr. Charles go quickly?"

"..."

Zhuo Yi was speechless and snorted coldly, "You're so stupid."

He held her chin and spoke in a low voice.

"I am Charles. That bodyguard is me. Ye Jialan's ex-husband is also my friend. We came here together..."

Sangzhi was stunned.

Seeing her dull and cute look, Zhuo Yijing couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"Why haven't you answered my calls these days?" Zhuo Yijing suddenly asked.

Sangzhi curled her lips and was about to speak.

But then I thought of what that woman said that day...

He fell ill and fell asleep that day.

Did you not know that the woman answered the phone?

Or deleted the call history?

Otherwise he should have known that he called.

only……

Sangzhi didn't know how to speak or ask for a moment.

Ask him if you have fallen in love with anyone else in the past few years?

Can we still be the same as before?

But in the past eight years... too much has happened.

She and Xie Fengyi are together.

He also had a child with someone else.

After all, it was different when I was in school.

Moreover, everyone is an adult.

Finally together.

Ugh……

Sang Zhi sighed softly, pulled her lips, and spoke in a depressed tone.

"Me, my phone got water in it. I took it to be repaired and it was fixed. I didn't notice it."

"..."

Zhuo Yijin pursed her lips and said nothing, her eyes darkened, and she lowered her head to kiss her again.

There is no tenderness at all.

He pried open her teeth, his eyes were sinister and hot, invading her breath and occupying her mouth.

Sangzhi almost couldn't breathe.

The hot breath sprayed in the nose bit by bit.

Sangzhi's body was a little weak.

Zhuo Yijing's hand movements did not stop.

Suddenly, Sang Zhi lowered his eyelids and grabbed Zhuo Yijin's hand to prevent him from making any further movements.

She coughed lightly, her face flushed, and she spoke softly.

"I don't want to do it tonight, I'm a little tired and want to take a shower and go to bed."

"Wash after you're done."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was calm and he directly picked her up and took her into the bedroom.

"...Hey! I can walk by myself! Put me down!"

Sang Zhi angrily slapped Zhuo Yijing on the back.

"Don't turn on the lights!"

Entering the bedroom, Zhuo Yijing was about to turn on the light when he was stopped by Sang Zhi.

"What are you shy about?"

Zhuo Yijing sneered and turned on the light regardless of Sangzhi's objection.

The light was a bit dazzling, and Sang Zhi subconsciously closed his eyes.

After she got used to it, Sang Zhi slowly opened her eyes.

"Didn't I tell you not to turn on the light?"

Sangzhi glared at him.

"Turn on the light to see more clearly."

Zhuo Yijing spoke calmly and put her on the bed.

"..."

Before Sang Zhi could react, Zhuo Yijing had already leaned forward and pressed forward.

……

Afterwards, Sangzhi fell into a drowsy sleep.

"Why are you sleeping? How can you be so sleepy?"

Zhuo Yijing pinched the woman's face, then picked up the cigarette case on the bed.

"Mind if I smoke?"

"……mind."

Sang Zhi was too tired to open his eyes.

"A cigarette afterwards is better than a living god."

"...unreasonable."

Sang Zhi frowned and reached out to push Zhuo Yijing.

"Then you go out and smoke."

"Hypocritical."

Zhuo Yijing pinched her face, but she didn't go out to smoke after all.

He threw the cigarette case back and stopped smoking.

Zhuo Yijin turned off the lamp.

The room suddenly fell into darkness.

While Sang Zhi was half asleep and half awake, she heard Zhuo Yijing pinching her face and talking.

"Do you like dancing that much?"

"...Oh, I forgot, your uncle is a dancer."

"What kind of dance can you do?"

"How old were you when you learned to dance?"

"..."

Zhuo Yijing kept talking.

Not sure if he was talking to himself or something else, Sang Zhi's original sleepiness immediately dissipated.

She suddenly opened her eyes, raised her eyes and stared at Zhuo Yijing beside her, frowning slightly.

"What do you want to say? Can't you just say it?"

Sangzhi frowned.

Why do you feel...this person is so awkward?

Zhuo Yi was silent, he pursed his lips, and his dark eyes fell on her face.

"Who is that man dancing with you...?"

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, his eyes dark.

"..."

Dancing again.

Sang Zhi couldn't help but rolled her eyes at him.

Just when he was about to speak, he seemed to think of something again. He was stunned for a moment, suddenly straightened up, raised his eyes to meet his deep eyes, and curved his lips.

"Yixun, are you jealous?"

"..."

Hear "Yixun" from her mouth.

Zhuo Yijing's face instantly turned gloomy.

It's just that the room is dark.

Sang Zhi just couldn't see his gloomy expression.

"Are you really jealous?"

Sang Zhi's eyebrows are curved and her eyes are clear.

"..."

Zhuo Yijin pursed his lips and said nothing, and he sneered.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"Go to sleep, I'm sleepy."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her and lay down directly, closing his eyes and turning his back to Sang Zhi.

Sangzhi snorted softly.

Still don't admit it?

She also lay down with her back to Zhuo Yi and fell asleep.

As soon as she lay down, the man pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her.

Sangzhi held his hand: "...Aren't you sleepy?"

"Do you know what it means to know the taste by eating the marrow?"

Zhuo Yijin sneered.

"I don't know the man dancing with me either. I only know that he is Elvis. He should be Mr. Carl's distinguished guest."

Sangzhi suddenly spoke.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing suddenly felt a little disappointed and suddenly stopped what he was doing.