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

Sang Zhi glanced at the shocking redness of her palms and laughed at herself. She took a tissue and wiped her palms, coughing violently.

As soon as she reached the edge of the sofa, her cell phone rang.

Sang Zhi lowered his head and glanced at the three words [Zhuo Yijing] on the screen, feeling very dazzling.

She clenched her hands and her eyes were red.

Sang Zhi laughed to himself and hung up the phone.

Soon the phone rang again.

Sang Zhi felt it was very noisy and was about to refuse to answer again, but paused when her fingertips were about to touch the screen.

Sang Zhi squeezed her palms tightly.

The phone rang incessantly.

Sangzhi pulled her lips and slowly pressed the answer button.

She picked up the phone and put it to her ear.

"Hey……"

The man's low and cold voice came from the phone, which was particularly clear in the silent night.

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? You hung up just now..." The man's dissatisfied voice reached her ears.

Sang Zhi pulled her lips, her face expressionless. She sat stiffly on the sofa, her voice lukewarm.

"I was busy just now, are you okay?"

"Is Zhuo Ziyue asleep?" Zhuo Yijing chuckled, his voice as cold as gurgling water.

"Well, I fell asleep."

Sangzhi's voice was light.

"What are you doing?"

Zhuo Yijing didn't seem to notice the lukewarmness of her answer.

"Looking at stocks."

Sang Zhi said, but there was a little impatience on his face.

Now she just felt that this man was extremely disgusting.

Zhuo Yijing smiled and continued to speak in a very ambiguous tone: "Do you miss me?"

"No. Too busy."

Sang Zhi looked cold and distant.

She looked down at the screen of her phone, clutching it tightly in her palms.

"Are you unhappy today? Why are you speaking like this? Are you still uncomfortable and don't want to talk?" Zhuo Yijing frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"I feel uncomfortable...I don't want to talk."

Sangzhi took a deep breath.

"What's going on? It's still because I'm worried about Sang Yun. Didn't I tell you that I'm here? Don't worry too much about him, he will be fine."

Zhuo Yijing's tone was light.

Listening to his words, Sang Zhi felt sneered.

"..."

Sang Zhi clenched her palms, her face a little pale, she took a deep breath, her voice was hoarse.

"When will you come back?"

Zhuo Yijing chuckled, his voice low and magnetic.

"Miss me?"

Sang Zhi sneered in her heart, and she sneered: "Yes. I want to see you. I can't wait to see you."

Zhuo Yi smiled and said, "So enthusiastic? Then I have to go back early. I will go back in two days."

"Okay." Sangzhi clenched his hands, "I'll wait for you."

"Did you see the ring?" Zhuo Yijing said.

"..."

Sangzhi was silent for a while, then looked down at the sparkling diamond ring on the ring finger of his left hand, his eyes full of irony.

"I saw it."

Sangzhi said lukewarmly.

"Proposal ring?" Sang Zhi sneered, his eyes full of mockery.

"When I get back from Haicheng, let's get married."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was very light.

Sangzhi couldn't hear the emotion in his words.

"marry……"

Sangzhi murmured to himself.

"Marriage", such a sacred word, but hearing it from Zhuo Yijing's mouth, Sang Zhi found it extremely ridiculous.

"Well, get married."

Zhuo Yijing smiled lowly.

"Do you want me to marry you just for a ring?" Sang Zhi said with a smile, her heart filled with aversion.

"There are no flowers, no candlelight dinner, no proposal ceremony... none, you just want me to marry you?"

Sangzhi suppressed the nausea in his heart.

She gritted her teeth and stared at the phone screen.

She... wished she could stand in front of Zhuo Yijing and question him now.

"I'll give you whatever you want."

"Just kidding."

Sang Zhi curled her lips, her eyes were sore, she pulled her lips and her voice was hoarse: "I don't want anything."

"Yixun."

"I only want you."

Sangzhi heard the man on the other end was silent, and the only sound that could be heard was his steady breathing.

After a long time, Sang Zhi heard Zhuo Yijing's faint response.

"I'm yours. And...haven't you already wanted me?"

"..."

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and said nothing, lowered her eyelids and spoke in a low voice.

"Zhuo Yijing..."

"Ah."

The man's voice was calm.

"You have to come back soon."

Sangzhi said.

Zhuo Yijing on the other end smiled softly, "Okay."

Sangzhi hung up the phone and she sat quietly on the sofa, her face pale and weak.

Sang Zhi suddenly remembered the Elvis business card he saw at Zhuo Yijing's house that day.And the phone number Jin Dayong gave her last time.

Sangzhi quickly went to find the small piece of paper with the phone number written on it last time.

"Can't find..."

"Why can't I find it..."

Sangzhi was almost going crazy with anxiety.

wrong……

She had thrown away the note long ago.

Sangzhi pulled her lips and quickly checked the call records on her mobile phone. She found the call records of that day and the American number.

Sang Zhi held the phone tremblingly. She clicked on the phone number, but did not press the "dial" button.

For so many years.

She never changed her previous mobile phone number.

He was just afraid that Ji Yixun would not be able to find her when he came back.

Just so that...Ji Yixun can keep in touch with her.

but……

He never called her.

Even the last time she called, she got through.

But Ji Yixun still didn't speak.

When the phone call got through.

Ji Yixun knew it was her.Just because I knew it was her, I didn't even want to say anything.

these years.

He has always been alive, but he has never appeared.Even... even his friend Zhuo Yijing deceived her... deceived her body and mind...

is not it.

Ji Yixun also knew that Zhuo Yixun wanted to do this.Moreover, he still acquiesced?

Sang Zhi only felt that his scalp was numb and his face was extremely pale.

otherwise.Why is that pen at Zhuo Yijing's place?

Ji Yixun said that it was a gift from her to him, and he would definitely keep it close to his body.

thought here.

Sang Zhi felt even more ridiculous.

Sang Zhi clenched her palms, her face extremely ugly. She suddenly walked to Sang Yun's room and took out his spare mobile phone from Sang Yun's drawer.

Sangzhi entered the familiar yet unfamiliar phone number.

Sangzhi pressed the "out" button.

The phone beeped.

Sang Zhi felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

If the call was answered, what should she tell Ji Yixun?

What should she say.

While in Italy, he kept talking to her in English.

And his tone is very different from before.

Sang Zhi clenched her palms and felt her heart beating.

"Yixun..."

Sangzhi murmured.

"Drip" sound.

The phone was connected.

Sangzhi held her breath, clenched her palms, and waited anxiously.

Waiting for Ji Yixun to speak.

She wanted to ask Ji Yixun why he had refused to show up all these years and why he didn't want to see her.

"Hello."

A woman's voice came over the phone.

"Hello."

The woman asked her again in Chinese.

"who are you looking for?"

Sangzhi was stunned for a moment.

"...I'm looking for Ji, I'm looking for Elvis."

"He is taking a shower now. Miss, do you have anything? If anything, I can tell him for you."

"..."

Sangzhi was stunned, and his palms slowly tightened.

She didn't know what to say, so she just said "Sorry" and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Sang Zhi stared blankly at the phone screen, a little lost.