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

"How are you feeling? Does your body still hurt? Can you move?" Zhuo Yijing looked down at her, stretched out his hand to rub his hair, and asked softly.

Sang Zhi was in a daze. She nodded and shook her head, "It hurts a little. Maybe the anesthetic has worn off..."

"I'm going to call the doctor."

Zhuo Yijing said and left again.

Sangzhi stared at the ceiling for a long time.

After a while, Zhuo Yijing came over with the doctor.

After the doctor finished reading, he gave some instructions and left.

The room became quiet again.

Zhuo Yijing walked to the bed and sat down, his voice a little hoarse.

Sang Zhi looked up at him and twitched his lips.

He looked a little tired, with a black circle under his eyes and some stubble on his chin.

"Want to sit up?"

Zhuo Yijing stared into her eyes and spoke calmly.

"Hmm..." Sangzhi nodded weakly.

"You still have injuries on your abdomen. If you sit up... it might hurt." Zhuo Yijing said, reaching out to touch her face.

Sang Zhi stiffened and subconsciously opened his face.

She coughed lightly.

"How...how is my brother? How long have I been unconscious?"

Sang Zhi asked in a low voice without looking into his eyes.

Zhuo Yijing looked at the hand that fell on her cochlea because Sangzhi turned her face just now, and squinted her eyes, her eyes darkened.

He took back his hand and looked indifferent.

"Sang Yun is fine. She is still recovering in the hospital." Zhuo Yi looked at her and whispered.

"You've been sleeping for three days."

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment and turned to look at him.

"It's been so long?"

She has been in a coma for three days?

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijin responded lightly, his eyes darkened.

"..."

Sang Zhi pursed her lips, but said nothing more.

Neither of them said anything else.

Sangzhi turned his eyes and tugged at his lips, "You... why don't you go and take a rest."

I wonder if he is taking care of her these days?

Although she thought it was unlikely.

She had just woken up now, and she needed to think about some things clearly.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, with a slight smile in his eyes.

"It's okay, I've rested. It's only been three days."

Zhuo Yi's expression did not change.

Sangzhi: "..."

She looked away, looking indifferent.

"What time is it now?" Sangzhi suddenly asked.

"Ten o'clock."

Zhuo Yijing lowered his head and glanced at his watch.

"Oh."

Sangzhi responded lightly.

"Then... you go back and rest quickly. Ziyue is still waiting for you at home."

Sangzhi said.

Zhuo Yijing slowly walked to the sofa nearby and lay down.

"I'm here with you."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was calm, but his tone was too strong to be ignored.

"No... really no need."

Sangzhi was a little helpless.

She frowned and turned her head to look at the figure on the sofa.

"Zhuo Yijing, please go back." Sang Zhi said.

"I'm here to stay with my girlfriend and my fiancée, isn't that okay?"

"You're still blaming me for being late, right?"

"I can explain..."

"No, no need to explain." Sang Zhi suddenly interrupted him.

"You're not wrong, and I don't blame you." Sang Zhi curled her lips and spoke with a fake smile, but her smile was very forced.

She pressed the bed and tried to get up, but the wound on her abdomen was affected.

Sangzhi gritted his teeth.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yijing quickly stepped forward, his voice low and reproachful: "Didn't I tell you it would hurt? Why do you still have to sit up?"

Zhuo Yi looked up from the hospital bed.

Sangzhi sat up slowly.

Zhuo Yijing brought a soft cushion and stuffed it behind her back.

Zhuo Yijing held her arm.

"Thank you."

Sang Zhi whispered in a polite and distant tone.She calmly pulled out her arm, her face calm and indifferent.

Zhuo Yijing's eyes darkened, he squinted his eyes and frowned.

He looked at Sang Zhi quietly, his eyes dark.

He chuckled, "What's wrong?"

He said reaching out to touch her hair.

Sang Zhi quickly blocked his hand.

"Can you please stop touching me?"

Zhuo Yijing looked at her, her thin lips pursed tightly.

He smiled and said in a lazy voice, "It's my fault. You were right to be at odds with me."

Zhuo Yijing whispered, his voice deep and magnetic.

"It's not a quarrel."

Sang Zhi lowered her eyelids and pursed her lips. Her eyelashes, as long as butterfly wings, cast shadows under her eyes.

"Mr. Zhuo."

"We're done here."

Sangzhi clenched his palms, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice.

Her cold voice was particularly clear in the silent room.

The room suddenly fell into dead silence.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes, his eyes darkened, he smiled, and turned a deaf ear to her words, "What are you talking about?"

"We're almost getting married."

"I called you before and told you that we would get married when I came back from Haicheng."

Zhuo Yi smiled happily, his voice was low and cold.

"Ha ha……"

Sang Zhi also laughed, but felt it was very funny.

She raised her eyes and looked at Zhuo Yijing with dark and cold eyes.

"Zhuo Yijing."

Sangzhi stared at him and spoke word by word.

"There will be no wedding, no marriage. That's it for you and me."

Sangzhi said.

She looked at Zhuo Yijing, her eyes full of sarcasm and ridicule.

Zhuo Yi squinted his eyes, his eyes were cold and slightly cold. He curled his lips slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Zhuo Yi's cold and sinister eyes fell on her face, and his voice became colder: "Say it again."

"Okay." Sang Zhi curled his lips and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhuo, we're done."

"Sangzhi." Zhuo Yijing stared at her, the smile on his lips gradually faded, his eyes were deep and dark, and he said in a deep voice.

"Swallow your words."

Sang Zhi sneered and squinted at him, "Words spoken are like water thrown out. It's hard to take them back. And I'm not prepared to take them back."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, his expression was lazy and leisurely, he slightly curled his lips, and his voice was low and magnetic.

"Stop saying angry things, okay. Be good."

Zhuo Yijing smiled lowly, stretched out his hand to touch her face, and tried to hold her hand, but Sang Zhi severely shook her away.

"Do not touch me!"

Sangzhi gritted his teeth and spoke sternly.

Her voice was too strong, her chest was rising and falling, and the wound on her abdomen was affected by her excessive excitement.

Sang Zhi subconsciously reached out to cover the wound on his abdomen, frowning, but still gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Did you touch a wound? I'll call the doctor over..." Zhuo Yijing frowned and was about to press the call bell beside the bed, but was stopped by Sang Zhi.

"You don't need to be hypocritical."

Sangzhi tugged his lips and smiled to himself.

Zhuo Yijin frowned, "What are you making a fuss about..."

"I just don't dare to trouble Third Young Master Zhuo." Sang Zhi sneered.

"..." Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and looked at her without saying a word, his eyes becoming deeper and colder.

Zhuo Yijing frowned, her face became gloomier, and she looked at her condescendingly.

Sang Zhi turned her face away, unwilling to look at him.

Zhuo Yijing had a stern face and an extremely indifferent expression, "What are you making a fuss about? If you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can say it and I will explain it to you. I can also make it up to you. I've been keeping you here for three days, isn't it? Just listen to what you said when you wake up."

"You can scold me, you can lose your temper, but that's the end of what you said. Until now, I'll pretend I didn't hear you say anything."

Zhuo Yijing stared at her, his eyes becoming darker and colder.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and remained silent, but her eyes were full of sarcasm.

Zhuo Yijing stretched out her hand and pinched the center of her brows. There was a bit of anger in her eyes. She was obviously very impatient, but she still couldn't bear to get angry.

He pulled his lips, slowly tightened his palms, and said in a deep voice: "Sangzhi, you just woke up, you are emotional or dissatisfied, you can blame me, you can do it.

But you are injured, don't be angry, it is very harmful to your body.It's too late, get some rest.

I'll go back first and come back to see you tomorrow to see what you want to eat.I’ll bring it to you tomorrow morning…”

Zhuo Yijing said, but her eyes kept falling on his face.

"Recuperate well these days. If you have any dissatisfaction, wait until the injury heals. Be good and don't be like Zhuo Ziyue."

Zhuo Yijing smiled.

"..."

Sang Zhi still had a cold face and remained silent.

Zhuo Yijing's eyes darkened, and he looked at her meaningfully, his thin lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.

He turned around, ready to leave.

Sang Zhi then raised his eyes and looked at the man.

She stared at Zhuo Yijin's slender and tall figure, her eyes as cold as ice.

Sangzhi clenched his palms, sneered, gritted his teeth, and suddenly spoke.

"Ji Yixun."

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

As soon as the man's slender white hand grasped the door handle, he heard the sound of mulberry branches behind him and paused slightly.