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

……

Zhuo Yijing was still in a meeting when he received the photo from Qiu Yan.

After Zhuo Yijing clicked on the photo to see the content clearly, his originally calm face was filled with indifference and coldness.

Zhuo Yijing curled his lips slightly, full of sarcasm.

The temperature in the conference room dropped a bit.

Several bosses looked at the originally serious Mr. Zhuo and suddenly smiled, their faces full of gloom, and they looked at him tremblingly.

"President Zhuo..."

"This concludes today's meeting."

Zhuo Yijing suddenly stood up, his voice calm.

Back in the office, Qiu Yan was already waiting.

"Mr. Zhuo... just called the newspaper, bought the photo, and said hello to the reporter. It won't be on the hot search anymore."

"Fortunately we were able to evacuate in time."

Qiu Yan carefully looked at Zhuo Yijing, who had a gloomy face and said nothing.

"……Um."

Zhuo Yijin responded coldly, with a cold and aloof voice: "Xie Fengyi's attitude seems to be different recently."

He lowered his head and played with his phone.

"The prodigal son will not change his money when he returns."

Zhuo Yijing sneered.

"Will Sangzhi still have feelings for her?"

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

Qiu Yan coughed lightly, "That's... unclear. Anyway, it's true that I still have lingering feelings for Elvis."

"……Ha ha."

Zhuo Yijing sneered again and again.

"Mr. Zhuo... I just want to say that if you don't take action, you will be really exposed as soon as Elvis comes back. When the truth comes out, you will be the person at the bottom of the food chain.

Miss Sang's unyielding spirit and fierce temperament, she is willing to accept soft things rather than hard ones. When Elvis comes back, he will be yours... um..."

Qiu Yan paused and coughed lightly.

"go on."

Zhuo Yijin sneered and stared at him coldly.

"The date of your death..."

Qiu Yan swallowed and said cautiously.

"..."

Zhuo Yi suddenly raised his eyes to look at Qiu Yan, his eyes getting colder and colder.

Qiu Yan looked away, almost crying but without tears: "Mr. Zhuo, you asked me to say it."

"You're right. Maybe, she will really kill me."

Zhuo Yijing laughed at himself, lowered his head and glanced at the screen of his mobile phone.

On the screen was a picture of Xie Fengyi holding Sang Zhi.

It looks extremely dazzling and full of sarcasm.

"...How are you preparing the marriage agreement?" Zhuo Yijing frowned and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Li has sent it to my email. I haven't printed it yet."

"Type it out first."

Zhuo Yijing raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, which were filled with fatigue.

"By the way, is Cheng Chi back? How is the investigation going?"

"Not yet. But there are signs."

Qiu Yan replied.

"Are you sure it's that Liang Feng?"

Zhuo Yijing frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"He should be right. The biological brother of Mrs. Shen Baiyan, the richest man in Haicheng. By the way, Mrs. Shen's daughter is called Liang Doudou, and she seems to be Ziyue's classmate..."

Qiu Yan said in a deep voice.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, and his eyes darkened.

"I seem to have heard Zhuo Ziyue mention this female classmate. A few days ago, Zhuo Ziyue said that it was this female classmate who wanted to give away a mobile phone. It seems that Ziyue's classmate is Shen Baiyan's daughter..."

"Qiu Yan, help me book a ticket to Haicheng. I will go to Haicheng in person."

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

"Okay, Mr. Zhuo."

……

Sang Zhi didn't know what to do to save Sang Yun.

She actually listened to what Xie Fengyi said.

Also understand.

Zhuo Yijing couldn't help her anymore.

It was impossible to persuade him to get engaged... and it was impossible to get her to give up her position as heir for her.

Sang Zhi frowned and paced back and forth in the room.

a billion...

Such a large amount.

Sangzhi clenched his palms tightly, his face pale.

If Sang Yun stayed there for one more day, she would not be able to calm down.

Sang Yun's life or death was uncertain, and he didn't know whether he was seriously injured.

Zhuo Yijing said that his life was not in danger for the time being...

She couldn't call the police now.

Can we just sit back and wait for death?

She went to find Meng Nanzhao by herself?

She is a nobody...

Sangzhi sighed softly and clenched his palms.

After a while, Sang Zhi picked up the phone and called Sang Qichen's former "friends and colleagues."

One billion is too big a number.

Even if she sold all the shares in the company she currently holds, she still wouldn't have that much money.

But she could only try to spend all the money she could.

It was already very late when Zhuo Yijin came to Sangzhi's house.

Seeing that the light in the living room was still on, he thought Sang Zhi was still asleep. When he entered the bedroom, he saw Sang Zhi lying on the bed, already asleep.

There is a laptop next to the bed, and the page is a stock price trend chart.

Sell ​​the company or sell the shares?

Zhuo Yijing frowned, sighed helplessly, walked slowly to Sang Zhi, closed the laptop and put it away.

Zhuo Yi glanced at the dark circles under her eyes, frowned, turned off the light, and lay down beside her without taking off his clothes.

When Sang Zhi got up, Zhuo Yijing was no longer around.

Sang Zhi looked at the empty bed, and there was still warmth in the bed.

Is it her delusion?

Is Zhuo Yijing here?

He didn't wake her up when he came, didn't do anything?

Sang Zhi frowned, his eyes dark and calm.

She opened the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but suddenly she saw a diamond ring on the ring finger of her left hand that was originally empty.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, his body stiffened slightly.

She stared blankly at the delicate diamond ring on the ring finger of her left hand, her eyebrows tightening.

Last night...he really

Does this mean... marriage?

Is he... going to marry her?

He is now the heir to the Zhuo family...can he marry anyone he wants?

Don't you consider being a good match or family interests?Don't you consider his identity?

Sangzhi tugged at his lips, feeling a little complicated.

Although, she was also moved in her heart.