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

Sang Zhi smiled stiffly, nodded thoughtfully, and turned to glance at the sleeping Zhuo Ziyue.

"If you are in a hurry, should I drive faster?" There was no emotion on Zhuo Yi's jade-like cheeks.

"Not urgent."

Sangzhi shook his head and sat upright.

Every minute and second in this car was a kind of torture for her.

"How is your brother?"

Zhuo Yijing tugged on his tie, his voice was light.

Sang Zhi heard him suddenly mention this matter and then remembered it.

"Mr. Zhuo, thank you... I know it was you who helped secretly, so Mrs. Xie withdrew the lawsuit." Sang Zhi's hands on her lap tightened the hem of her clothes.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijin responded calmly, his eyes becoming darker and darker.

The car was quiet again.

Sang Zhi felt Zhuo Yijing speeding up slightly.

Until the car stopped downstairs of her house.

Zhuo Yijing turned his head and looked at her, his dark eyes filled with elusive emotions.

"How are you going to thank me?"

His eyes fell on her face.

Zhuo Yijing leaned forward again to unbuckle her seat belt, and his cold and soft thin lips brushed against her cochlea.

Sang Zhi's body tensed up and she subconsciously held her breath.

She bit her whitened lower lip, her eyes averting uncomfortably.

Zhuo Yi admires this person... he is indeed a sanctimonious beast.

His son was lying in the back, but he could still tease her from the front without changing his expression.

"How are you going to thank me?"

"If you think about it, call me."

Zhuo Yijing whispered in a low voice, his eyes as deep as ancient pools, which made people sink. He took out the business card that had never been sent out from the locker, slowly took her hand, and handed it to her hand, with a rough expression. The pads of his fingers rubbed against the palm of her hand, causing the slightest shiver.

"Mr. Zhuo." Sang Zhi tugged at her lips, blushing terribly. She knew exactly what the business card in her hand meant.

It’s no longer a business card.

Her tender palm was rubbed gently by him, as if there was a hot potato in her hand. Sangzhi gritted his teeth and tried to retract his hand.

"Do you think it's good to talk about this kind of thing on this occasion?" Sang Zhi pursed her lips, a little sullenly.

Zhuo Ziyue is still behind.

"...Why are you being pretentious? I've kissed you, hugged you, touched you... Is there anything you can't talk about?" Zhuo Yijing frowned slightly and stared at her leisurely, but there was nothing in his eyes. Feelings.

"..."

Sang Zhi was speechless by him and subconsciously looked at Zhuo Ziyue in the rearview mirror.Seeing that the little guy didn't wake up, he breathed a sigh of relief.

She licked her lips and sighed.

"Mr. Zhuo, I... am not being pretentious. I think this is wrong. Your son is still here, and it is not good for us to talk about this kind of thing..."

How could things develop to this point?

The man in front of her is the brother of her ex-boyfriend, the uncle of her ex-boyfriend's fiancée, and is still the parent of her student.

"That night, I didn't see you being so pretentious, Miss Sang. Instead, you were so passionate."

Zhuo Yijing stared into her eyes with a cold voice.

"..." He mentioned what happened that night again, and Sang Zhi felt even more ashamed and ashamed.

"That night, I didn't know you had a son either!"

Sangzhi gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.

"Zhuo Ziyue won't let you thank me?"

Zhuo Yijing asked her back.

"What's wrong with having a son? I don't have a wife." He continued.

Sang Zhi thought of what Zhuo Ziyue said about his mother running away during the wedding.

"My dad doesn't like women anymore."

Sang Zhi's mouth twitched fiercely.

Really good at talking nonsense.

The way Zhuo Yijing looked at her didn't seem like he didn't like women.

"Think carefully about how to thank me." Zhuo Yijing looked at her with an indifferent expression, and his long, narrow and deep phoenix eyes rolled around her face.

"Teacher Sang. As a teacher, you should be honest and repay your kindness."

He didn't call her "Miss Sang."

And the word "teacher" was deliberately emphasized.

"I think you should understand. I am a businessman. As the saying goes, businessmen value profits and do not engage in loss-making business. I am the same."

Sangzhi felt even more ashamed.

"I see."

Sang Zhi curled her lips and looked at him with a fake smile.

Looking at her familiar hypocritical and polite look.

Zhuo Yijin couldn't help but frown.

He stared at her bright red lips, his eyes darkened, and suddenly raised his hand to grab her chin, and kissed her before Sang Zhi could react.

Sang Zhi's eyes widened and he clenched his hands tightly.

Zhuo Yizhen drove straight in and invaded her territory, his big palm tightly clasping the back of her neck.

Sangzhi didn't dare to resist, for fear that something would wake up Zhuo Ziyue in the back seat.

Soon, Zhuo Yijing left her red and full lips, stared at her face, and gently rubbed her earlobe with his rough fingertips.

"Can't breathe? Are you going to suffocate yourself to death?" Zhuo Yi pressed her thin lips tightly together and said with a smile.

Sang Zhi remained silent, her eyelashes trembling non-stop. She turned her head and glanced at Zhuo Ziyue, who was still sleeping soundly and just snorted, feeling a deeper sense of sourness and guilt in her heart.

Zhuo Yijing is really a beast.

No wonder Zhuo Ziyue said bad things about him.

It is so sad to have a father like this.

Her pity for Zhuo Ziyue deepened in her heart.

If she didn't know Zhuo Yijing had a son before she met him, then... let him sleep with him once and it would be over. After all, Zhuo Yijing was good-looking and had a good figure, so she had nothing to lose.

But, he has a son.

Still his own student.

She cannot have a "one-night stand" with a student's parents.

"Mr. Zhuo, thank you very much for helping me. I will consider what you said. I will leave first..."

Sang Zhi gritted his teeth, clenched the business card in his hand, opened the car door and fled.

Zhuo Yijing pursed his lips, his eyes dark. He turned his head and glanced at the little guy lying on the back seat, his eyes calm and indifferent.

……

Back in the villa, Zhuo Yi saw that Zhuo Ziyue was not awake yet, so he bent down and hugged him down.

Zhuo Yijing put the little guy on the bed, carefully took off his shoes, socks and coat, then covered him with a quilt, and closed the curtains in the room for him to block the sun.

He stood in front of the window, staring at the little face with eyebrows that were very similar to his, his eyebrows tightening even more.

He didn't know how long he stood there until a call came from his cell phone. He took out his cell phone and took a look. He didn't answer the call immediately, but just turned around and left Zhuo Ziyue's room.

Zhuo Yijing walked to the living room and sat down, crossing her long legs and looking calm.

The phone kept ringing, so he had no choice but to answer the call, his voice calm.

"Hi, grandma."

"Yunzhang, are you back from your business trip?" the old lady on the other end of the phone whispered.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijin responded, his face calm and indifferent.

"I heard that Ziyue made the art center a mess. I don't know what you think. Ziyue is still young, but you let him learn something he doesn't like, and you asked him to learn it in my name... This The little ancestor is probably blaming me now."

The old lady kept complaining about her grandson.

Zhuo Yijin frowned, picked up the remote control, opened the financial news channel, and spoke casually.

"Grandma, don't spoil him too much. He is almost lawless now relying on your favor."

"Yunzhang, Ziyue is much better than when you were a child."

"Where did the good go? When I was his age, I was already trying to make a living outside."

Zhuo Yijing sneered and raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows.

"Yunzhang, you're not still blaming me, are you?" The old lady's question made Zhuo Yijing remain silent.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips, and after a long time, she slowly spoke.

"No."

"I don't believe any of your nonsense."

The old lady's tone was a little angry.

"I'm telling you. Treat Ziyue well and spend more time with him when you're not busy. Baby Ziyue is so cute, I don't know how you can be so cruel to him." The old lady scolded him with sincerity.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yi frowned.

"I've been looking for blind dates for you recently. There are some girls who are really good. I've met a few girls who like you very much. You asked me about you every day when you didn't go back to China. Your grandfather also has a date. middle."

Zhuo Yi's eyes darkened, and his voice was as cold as jade.

"Grandma, when you choose your grandson-in-law, remember to tell them that I am unmarried. I have been abroad for a few years and have a son, who is almost five years old. He is also the little ancestor of the Zhuo family. Can you see if there is any spoiled daughter-in-law who is willing to be a bear? Cheap stepmothers of children, tell them by the way, I am not good enough, I will only be a widow if I get married."

"..."

The old lady cursed and hung up the phone.

Zhuo Yijing put down her phone, raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows. She didn't know what she thought of, but her eyes became colder and darker.