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

Meng Yucen lowered his eyelids, his face pale and bloodless.

She clenched her hands and her voice was hoarse.

"Third brother... I didn't expect something like this to happen. I thought my brother was just scaring you... I didn't expect him to be serious about it."

She raised her eyes and looked at Zhuo Yijing, her eyes full of guilt.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips, her expression unchanged.

"is it?"

Zhuo Yijin's voice was light.

Meng Yucen clenched his palms and gritted his teeth, "What...are you going to do to my brother? My brother..."

"What, you still want to say that he didn't mean to threaten me? Didn't he mean to hurt others?" Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and sneered, his expression cold and distant.

"As for how to deal with him? The price he should pay will not be less."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was cold and indifferent.

Meng Yucen's expression changed, she frowned, and suddenly looked at Zhuo Yijing.

"You're not going to destroy him, are you?" Meng Yucen's voice was trembling.

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her, his expression indifferent and distant. He narrowed his eyes and said, "It would be easy to destroy him."

"I want him dead."

He spoke word by word.

His voice was extremely cold, but it revealed an irresistible strength.

Meng Yucen's face turned pale.

Because she knew that Zhuo Yijing was a man of his own words.

Meng Yucen spoke quickly, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed Zhuo Yijing's hand, her voice was hoarse: "But...our Meng family can be considered a big family.

Third brother, can you make this matter a big deal and a trivial matter... If Miss Sang wants to compensate, our family can give her anything...

Moreover, considering the blood transfusion I just gave her, can this matter end here? "

"Miss Meng."

Zhuo Yijin interrupted her lukewarmly, his thin lips pursed tightly, his eyes cold and dark.

He calmly took out his hand, stood up slowly, and distanced himself from Meng Yucen.

"Miss Meng, my woman doesn't need any compensation from you. Do you think the woman I, Zhuo Yi, will lack?

I can't make this matter a big deal, nor will I rush it.Because your plan is on my head.

As a person, I don’t like other people’s self-righteous calculations the most.I also don't like to be controlled by others or threatened by others.What's more, he touched a woman who shouldn't be touched. "

Zhuo Yijing sneered repeatedly and looked at her condescendingly.

"This matter. There is no need to talk about it."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her and continued.

"I am also very grateful to you for your blood transfusion for Sangzhi today. However, I will not take it lightly just because of your blood transfusion.

But I will also remember that you helped me. If you need it in the future, when it makes sense, I will help you as long as you ask. "

Zhuo Yijing said.

His cell phone kept ringing again.

"Ms. Meng, I'm sorry."

Zhuo Yijing picked up her phone and strode towards the stairwell.

Meng Yucen stared at his slender and upright figure, her palms slowly tightened, she gritted her teeth, her face extremely pale.

She had already heard what Zhuo Yijing and Xie Fengyi said just now.

He actually wanted to force the Meng family to death.

He actually risked everything for a woman who was a substitute... regardless of the honor and disgrace of the major families.

but……

Why did the media also photograph Zhuo Yijing and Fu Zhixiao in the hotel.

Moreover, many media outlets have been discussing Zhuo Yijing's mysterious girlfriend these days.

Zhuo Yi longs for such an operation...

She originally thought that he had really abandoned Sangzhi.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

For a woman, he was so crazy that he ignored his own family and the friendship between the Meng family and the Zhuo family.

obviously.

Zhuo Yi's admiration for Sang Zhi is really extraordinary.The incident with Fu Zhixiao was exposed, I'm afraid it was just a cover.

Meng Yucen tugged at his lips and turned pale.

……

After Zhuo Yijing answered the phone, Meng Yucen had already left when he came back.

He waited in front of the operating room for more than an hour. It wasn't until he saw that the lights in the operating room went out that he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

The door of the operating room was pushed open.

Zhuo Yijin rushed over with a quick stride.

"Doctor. How is my fiancée?" Zhuo Yijing took the doctor's arm and spoke hurriedly.

The doctor took off his mask and patted Zhuo Yijing's shoulder. "The operation was successful and the bullet has been removed."

"But... this patient suffered a gunshot wound. I'm sorry. We need to report to the police station... This is what was decided before. A gunshot wound is not a trivial matter."

The doctor looked at Zhuo Yijing.

Zhuo Yijing nodded: "Well, it doesn't matter."

He glanced at Sang Zhi, who was lying on the hospital bed after being pushed out.

Sang Zhi was still in a coma, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes cast shadows under her eyelids, and her delicate and small face had lost all color.

Zhuo Yijing followed Sang Zhi into the VIP ward.

He stood beside the bed for a long time, just looking at him quietly with complicated eyes.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and slowly tightened her palms.

……

Dark clouds gathered and heavy rain poured down.

Outside the gate of the Meng family.

Vehicles stand side by side.

Viewed from a high place, it shows its momentum.

Everyone under the car was wearing black suits and holding umbrellas.

It makes people feel very sad when they see it.

Zhuo Yijing stood at the door of Meng's house, tall and tall.

He pursed his lips, looking indifferent and distant.

The man's handsome face looked particularly sinister and bloodthirsty.

Qiu Yan was beside him, holding an umbrella for him.

There was a "squeak".

The flower-edged iron door of Meng's house was opened, and a man holding an umbrella walked out. He looked like he was in his 50s.

He approached hastily.

"Third Young Master."

"Our old man invites you to come in and have a seat. However, our old man said that the Meng family is also a wealthy family and is well-known in the world.

This time it is indeed our second master's fault, but we can discuss things easily.

I just hope that Mr. Zhuo will not use the bad tricks he learned elsewhere outside the Meng family.

Even if Meng Nanzhao is at fault, others in the Meng family are not at fault, and the Meng family is not at fault.I hope Third Young Master Zhuo will assess the situation and take care of the good relationship between the Zhuo and Meng families. "

The Meng family's housekeeper looked at Zhuo Yijing and said calmly.

Zhuo Yijing's face was calm and indifferent, he squinted his eyes, his eyes were deep and dark.

"I hope Mr. Zhuo will evacuate all your people. Our old man doesn't want to cause too much trouble."

Butler Meng looked at the tall, slender and muscular bodyguards behind Zhuo Yijing, and frowned.

This Third Young Master Zhuo...

It is clear that one can laugh at fifty steps and laugh at one hundred steps.

I used to be a bit of a jerk.

Now I don’t want to eat this bowl of rice anymore, and Jinpen has washed his hands.

He spoke with righteousness and awe-inspiring righteousness.

Zhuo Yi's expression did not change.

"I can ask my people to withdraw. As long as Meng Nanzhao and Guo Jinping are handed over to me, they will naturally withdraw."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at him, his voice extremely cold.

"Steward Meng, please lead the way."

Zhuo Yijing looked at him with a cold and distant expression.

Butler Meng glanced at Zhuo Yijing, who had a cold expression. He also knew how stubborn the third young master of the Zhuo family was, and knew that persuasion would be useless.

He sighed softly and said in a deep voice.

"Third Young Master, please."