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

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then bent down to pick up the business card.

Sangzhi picked it up and took a look.

【J&Z】.

only……

Sangzhi's eyes fell on [Elvis].

This is [J&Z]’s Elvis business card.

Elvis?

This Elvis...

Sangzhi subconsciously thought of the man dancing with her in Italy.

She suddenly thought of Uncle [Elvis] that Zhuo Ziyue had said.

It’s all Elvis…

Sangzhi frowned slightly.

This J&Z Elvis should be Zhuo Ziyue’s Uncle Elvis.

As for the [Elvis] I saw in Italy...it probably just happened to have the same name.

Otherwise Zhuo Yijing would definitely know.

I won't be jealous during those days.

This Elvis should be Zhuo Yijing's friend when he was in the United States, right?I heard that they were together during the years when he was in coma.

Zhuo Ziyue also said that he liked Uncle Elvis very much and was very kind to him.

Sangzhi tugged at her lips and was about to put the postcard in, but her hand paused again.

This number... looks familiar.

Sang Zhi frowned, his eyes dark and gloomy.

Isn't this number the one Jin Dayong gave her last time?

When she called, no one spoke.

Sang Zhi turned his head and looked at Zhuo Yijing.

Although she knew that Zhuo Yijing was from J&Z, she also knew that he was responsible for what happened at the last engagement ceremony.

But...why did J&Z target the Xie family so much?

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and put the business card in her pocket.

Zhuo Yi really looked like him last time.

He actually used an American number to fool her.

Sang Zhi pulled her lips and shook her head helplessly.

She stepped forward and gently put her clothes and coat on him.

It's just that Zhuo Yijin's sleep was indeed light.

As soon as he put on his coat, he woke up and still looked at her warily.

Sangzhi sighed.

He was so alert when sleeping.

Over the years...it seemed like he had rarely had a good night's sleep.

"Why are you not sleeping yet?"

Zhuo Yijing whispered, narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows, and then stretched out his hand to rub his temples.

"I woke up."

Sangzhi said.

"Still worried about Sang Yun?" Zhuo Yi frowned.

"No...it was me having a nightmare." Sang Zhi said, reaching out to hold his hand.

"Why don't you go to bed and sleep. Sleeping on the table is not good for your health. Get up and work again tomorrow."

Sang Zhi reached out and touched the messy short hair on his forehead. The ends of the hair were sharp and prickly, and then she reached out and touched the sprout-like stubble under his lips.

Zhuo Yijing raised his eyes and looked at her quietly, his eyes darkening.

Zhuo Yijing suddenly stood up.

The table was already big, so Zhuo Yijing pushed the center of the table to the side, took her hand and brought her to him, then held her and made her sit on the table, facing she.

Sang Zhi was stunned, curled his lips, and whispered: "It's so late..."

"I was sleeping well, but you woke me up and I can't sleep now. Can't you compensate me?"

Zhuo Yijing's voice was light. He stood in front of Sang Zhi, lowered his head and bit her lips. He reached out to lift up her pajamas and pushed up her bra.

Sangzhi snorted, her cheeks turning red.

Zhuo Yijing lowered his head and kissed her earlobe.

He took off her pajamas again.

Sang Zhi couldn't help herself, she reached out and hooked Zhuo Yijing's neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, and kissed his lips bit by bit.

Zhuo Yijing took her hand and put it on his belt.

The metal buckle clicked.

It just rang.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the study was interrupted by the ringing of the mobile phone.

Sang Zhi's consciousness became clearer, and he quickly let go of Zhuo Yijing, quickly pulled up his clothes, reached out and pushed him, "Phone. It's so late... Is Sang Yun's matter settled?"

Her calmness and joy were like a basin of cold water poured on Zhuo Yijing's head.

It's like he's just a tool guy.

The foreplay and making out just now didn't appeal to her at all.

Zhuo Yi was dissatisfied with his desire, and his face was naturally a little ugly. He pursed his lips and frowned.

Zhuo Yijing took the mobile phone on the table and was slightly stunned when he saw the name and address on the screen clearly.

He glanced at Sang Zhi, who was beside him with a hopeful face, and narrowed his eyes, keeping secret.

"who is it?"

Sang Zhi asked quickly, looking at her expectantly.

Of course Sang Zhi hoped it was Cheng Chi, and she still hoped to hear good news from Sang Yun.

"a friend."

Zhuo Yijin's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at Sang Zhi and whispered: "I'll pick it up and I'll be back soon."

Sang Zhi was a little disappointed. She lowered her eyelids and said with an ugly expression, "Yeah."

Zhuo Yijing's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to rub her head.

"Didn't I say it? Don't worry about Sang Yun...it will be fine."

After saying that, Zhuo Yijing picked up the phone and went to the balcony nearby.

Sang Zhi stared at the man's slender and straight back and sighed softly. She reached out to button her bra and straightened her clothes.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man on the balcony.

Just now I seemed to hear Zhuo Yijing faintly shouting "Elvis".

Is this the owner of that business card, Elvis?

It's so late and you're still calling. Is there something wrong?

Sangzhi raised his eyes and looked over.

Zhuo Yijing was holding the railing with one hand. He turned his head slightly when he spoke, his expression was indifferent and cold, he didn't know what happened, and his brows were still furrowed.

Sang Zhi stared at Zhuo Yi's angular profile, his chest rising and falling.

Men are indeed most charming when they focus on one thing.

Zhuo Yijing was very attentive in bed. The only thing that made her uncomfortable was that Zhuo Yijing was too strong and a bit fierce in bed.

However, he seems to be doing the same thing when dealing with things privately.

Meticulous.

Reckless.

"I know about Sang Yun's matter. Don't worry, I will take care of it. It will be okay."

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and said in a deep voice.

"Well...Meng Nanzhao is now thinking about the lion's mouth..." Elvis said.

"I know. I haven't come forward yet. You know, if I come forward to help Sang Yun... the conflict may become more and more serious. It will let Meng Nanzhao and Zhuo Yucheng get the handle... and it will also harm Sang Zhi and Sang Yun. .”

Zhuo Yijing frowned. He turned his head slightly and saw Sang Zhi arranging his desk. He was stunned for a moment and looked at Sang Zhi quietly.

As if she noticed his gaze, Sang Zhi suddenly turned her head and smiled at him.

Zhuo Yi's eyes darkened, he was a little absent-minded for a moment, and he also smiled at her.

"What's wrong? Why don't you say anything? What's going on with you over there?"

Elvis's low and confused voice came from the other end of the phone.

Zhuo Yijing came back to his senses, his expression was calm and composed, he pulled his lips and his voice was cold.

"It's okay...I was just thinking about something..."

Zhuo Yijing said, but his dark eyes fell on Sang Zhi in the study.

He tugged at his lips, his eyes dark and dark.