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

"Gone?"

Zhuo Yijing's voice was calm and he raised his eyes to look at her.

Sang Zhi nodded and looked at him confused.

"What else do you want to hear?"

she asked back.

Zhuo Yijing was slightly stunned, with a calm expression, "It's nothing."

"Is there anything you want to ask me?"

Zhuo Yijing suddenly spoke, his eyes dark, he looked at her quietly, his eyes deep.

Sang Zhi blinked and raised the corners of his lips slightly, "What do you ask?"

"Didn't you say you would always tell me? I'm waiting for the day when you tell me."

Sang Zhi whispered, his eyebrows gentle.

"I'm really sleepy, go to sleep."

Sang Zhi pinched Zhuo Yijing's palm and raised the corners of her lips slightly.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and moved her thin lips lightly, but said nothing.

"You are really understanding."

Half asleep and half awake, Sangzhi heard his voice, with a hint of mockery.

But he was too tired and had no interest in replying.

When Sang Zhi woke up in the morning, Zhuo Yijing was no longer in the house.

As soon as Sang Zhi came out of the bathroom, her cell phone rang.

She picked up the phone and looked.

It's an Italian number.

I don't know who called.

Sangzhi answered the phone.

is a woman's voice.

It's a woman from Italy.

But she spoke broken Mandarin.

"Ms. Sang, your flowers have arrived. I am now at the west entrance of Will International Hotel."

flower?

"I didn't order..."

As soon as she said it, Sang Zhi paused. She turned around and glanced at the empty big bed room, with a smile on her face and said, "Okay, I'll get down right away."

Did he leave early in the morning to buy flowers for her?

Sangzhi quickly ran downstairs, and when he got there, he saw an Italian woman holding a large bouquet of pink platycodon flowers.

It's her favorite flower.

Sangzhi curled her lips, stepped forward quickly, and thanked the woman in English.

"Miss Sang, your flower."

"Thank you."

The woman handed the bouquet to Sangzhi's arms, and Sangzhi signed for the flowers.

After the woman left, Sang Zhi held the flowers contentedly. Just as he was about to call Zhuo Yijing, he saw a card on the edge of the package of pink platycodon flowers.

Sangzhi picked up the card, spread it out and took a look.

【Perfavore, ricordatidime.】

Sangzhi was stunned for a moment.

It's handwritten in Italian.

However, Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment when he saw the signature.

They are not flowers sent by Zhuo Yijing.

The name on the signature is [Elvis].

Sang Zhi's hand holding the card froze slightly.

It was given by the man last night.

Sangzhi picked up the phone and searched for this handwritten Italian text.

【please.Do not forget me. 】

"..."

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and said nothing, frowning tightly.

Why did this Elvis give her flowers?

I also know her mobile phone number and her address.

Did Karl tell him?

But... Karl doesn’t know her mobile phone number either?

and also……

Sangzhi looked down at the pink platycodon flowers in his arms.

Is that a coincidence?

And the smell of his perfume last night.

Who is this Elvis?

Sang Zhi was in a trance.

She held the flowers in her arms and was about to walk back when she saw Zhuo Yijing standing not far away.

Zhuo Yijing just looked at her quietly, with an indifferent expression and no expression.

But you can feel it.

Zhuo Yijing was angry.

Sang Zhi stood there, not knowing what to do.

Zhuo Yijing slowly approached her, his eyes fell on her face, and his voice was calm: "Let's go."

His eyes didn't even fall on the flowers.

Sangzhi pulled her lips and explained: "This bouquet of flowers..."

"Keep it if you like it." Zhuo Yijing said in a calm voice.

Sangzhi quickly shook his head.

"There's no use keeping it."

Sangzhi said, glancing at the trash can not far away, "Wait for me."

Sangzhi walked over holding the flower.

Place the flowers next to the trash can.

She looked down at the small card in her hand again.

He threw the card into the trash can.

Zhuo Yi looked at her with squinted eyes, his eyes darkening gradually. When she came closer, he slowly spoke.

"Don't you like platycodon flowers? Why do you want to throw them away?"

"Can't you throw it away if you like it?"

Sang Zhi laughed and asked him.

“Women like flowers because they like the surprise that comes to them the moment they receive them.

I thought you gave it to me.But when I saw the card, I realized it wasn't from you.

Then there is no need to keep it.We are in a relationship now, how could I accept flowers from another man? "

Sang Zhi smiled, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

"..."

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes darkened, he lowered his head and stared at Sang Zhi, "Is he the man who danced with you last night?"

"……Yes."

Sangzhi felt there was no need to hide it from him.

"Maybe Italians are too enthusiastic."

Sang Zhi pretended to be relaxed and spoke.

"By the way, where have you been since you got up so early?" Sang Zhi turned her head and asked him.

"There's something wrong."

Zhuo Yijing said.

"Where are you going to play soon?"

Zhuo Yijing's voice was light.

"Do you want to accompany me?"

"Ye Jialan can't accompany you."

Zhuo Yi looked at her sideways.

"Speaking of which, do you... know Sister Jialan?" Sangzhi turned her head to look at him and asked him in a low voice.

Zhuo Yijin looked calm and composed.

"I've seen it, but I'm not familiar with it."

"Is it possible that you asked Sister Jialan to take care of me? No way?"

Sang Zhi raised her eyebrows slightly, teasing him.

"That's not it."

Zhuo Yi's expression did not change.

He pursed his lips, his eyes cold and dark.

such as.

He had no idea she could make perfume.

So when he sent her to Rosella, he was also stunned.

Later I went to investigate again.

Only then did he realize that Sang Zhi was actually an extremely talented perfumer.

I haven’t even participated in professional training.

In the past few years, he was injured and fell into a coma abroad.

Qiu Yan and the others in China did not send him any more information.

Moreover, after his accident, Qiu Yan and Cheng Chi were also severely injured.

Later, Qiu Yan recovered, and he became busy. It seemed that he only "looked after" occasionally.

He is not as "careful" as he was before his accident.

otherwise……

He wouldn't let her have the opportunity to follow Xie Fengyi right under her nose.

"That's good, I thought you were wearing little shoes for me."

Sang Zhi chuckled, his eyes clear and light.

……

Sangzhi didn't see Ye Jialan again for the past two days.

Zhuo Yijing also took her to play in Italy for two days.

As for Ye Jialan, she doesn't know where her ex-husband took her.

It was the day Rosella signed a contract with a well-known Italian perfume company that she met Ye Jialan again.

Ye Jialan is with her ex-husband.

When she and Ye Jialan left the office, they saw Zhuo Yijing and a handsome man wearing British-style clothes.

It was indeed the one she saw in the office that day.

"He is Huo Siyan."

Zhuo Yijin's voice was light.

Huo Siyan?

Sang Zhi was stunned, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

She should know.

She had heard the name Huo Siyan from Xie Fengyi before.

When Zhuo Yijing was abroad and didn't come back.

Every time Xie Fengyi goes out to drink, he calls Huo Siyan, Xing Jingnan, Qi Heng and the others...

Huo Siyan was the first among them to get married, and also the first to divorce.

"That's her?"

Huo Siyan narrowed his eyes, his sharp hawk-like eyes swirling on her face.

Sang Zhi felt that Huo Siyan's eyes were a little unkind and there was a flash of contempt.

"Hmm..." Zhuo Yijing responded lightly, with an indifferent expression.

"Zhizhi, you are really a blockbuster. It turns out that your new boyfriend is the famous Mr. Zhuo."

Ye Jialan couldn't help but was speechless and smiled ambiguously.

"Huo Siyan, Zhizhi is my junior schoolmate and the chief perfumer of our company. Put away that look in your eyes.

As a woman, what’s wrong with talking about more men?If one doesn't work, what's wrong with replacing the other?

It's not her fault that men are jealous of her. We can only say that we Zhizhi are excellent.

Didn't you still have trouble with Karl at that time..."

Seeing Huo Siyan's face turn gloomy, Ye Jialan quickly smiled, held Sang Zhi in her arms, and raised her chin.

"I didn't say anything...and you came to accuse me."

Huo Siyan was a little helpless. He shook his head and glanced at Zhuo Yijing and Sang Zhi.

"It's up to you. They're all people who have been there anyway. I can't give you any good advice."

Huo Siyan pulled his lips and looked indifferent.

Zhuo Yi was silent.

Sangzhi smiled awkwardly.

"Sister Jialan, do you want to stay in Italy for a few more days?" Sangzhi changed the subject.

"Yes. We are planning to stay a few more days. Are you leaving?"

Ye Jialan frowned.

Sang Zhi nodded and glanced at Zhuo Yijing: "Yes, we are going back. We have a flight this afternoon."

"alright."

Ye Jialan smiled.

"Zhizhi, when you go back, please help me more with the vice president in the company. I'm going to ask for marriage leave for myself."

Ye Jialan curled her lips and said, "When the time comes, you have to come and be my bridesmaid."

"Okay."

……