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

Yunzhang?

Sang Zhi frowned, looked at the woman with confusion, and lowered his voice, "I'm sorry, madam, did you admit the wrong person? I don't know Yun Zhang."

"Huh?" The woman was stunned and looked up at her, a little surprised, "Don't you know Yunzhang? But Yunzhang said that the girl in this ward is his girlfriend. He also described you to me..."

Sang Zhi shook his head and said in a shallow voice, "Madam, I really don't know Yun Zhang."

"sister in law."

The man's deep magnetic voice suddenly sounded, and Sang Zhi raised his eyes and looked behind the woman.

"Yunzhang, you are here."

The woman tilted her head and smiled, her eyebrows gentle.

Is Yunzhang Zhuo Yijing?

But... why did this woman say that she was Zhuo Yi's girlfriend?

Sang Zhi frowned slightly and looked at Zhuo Yijing with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her calmly, his expression calm and indifferent.

"Sister-in-law, this is my girlfriend, Sang Zhi."

Zhuo Yijing passed the woman, strode forward to Sang Zhi's side, put his arms around her waist, his face was cold and indifferent.

"..."

Is this person having a seizure?

Sang Zhi's mouth twitched fiercely.

She turned her head slightly to look at Zhuo Yijing, her palms subconsciously tightened, her eyebrows furrowed, and the hand hanging behind her stiffly opened the hand on her lower back.

"Zhizhi, this is my sister-in-law, Fengyi's future mother-in-law."

Zhuo Yijing said casually, his phoenix eyes swept over the mulberry branches, his eyes deep and dark.

Sang Zhi's body suddenly tensed up and he raised his eyes to look at the woman.

No wonder she looked familiar.

The day Xie Fengyi got engaged made headlines in all major sections, and there were also photos of Xie Fengyi's parents and Tan Xinrong's parents.

She had seen the middle-aged woman in front of her in the newspaper.

Sang Zhi suddenly thought that the expert Zhuo Yijing mentioned was a relative of Xie Fengyi's future mother-in-law.

So, Zhuo Yijing deliberately said that she was his girlfriend and asked experts to help?

"Zhizhi, call someone."

Zhuo Yijing looked down at the person in his arms, his voice cold and indifferent.

"Sister-in-law, hello, sister-in-law."

Sang Zhi bowed almost subconsciously.

Sang Zhi's behavior seemed a bit reserved to Zhou Hui. She smiled and raised her eyebrows slightly at Zhuo Yijing.

"Yunzhang, your girlfriend is very cute and down-to-earth."

Sang Zhi's face was slightly hot, and she pulled her lips, looking very unnatural, and smiled awkwardly.

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her.

"Ah."

Sang Zhi turned his head and gritted his teeth to look at Zhuo Yijing: "..."

Zhou Hui looked at the two of them with a faint smile on her lips.

"Okay, you guys talk. I'm going to check on the patient first, and I'll talk about the rest when someone comes."

After Zhou Hui finished speaking, she glanced at Sang Zhi meaningfully, then turned and left.

The empty ward suddenly became quiet.

Sang Zhi forcefully grabbed Zhuo Yijing's hand on his waist, quickly took a step back, distanced herself from him, looked at him awkwardly, and did not speak.

"Yunzhang is my cousin."

Zhuo Yijing stared into her eyes, his eyes cold and dark.

Zhuo Yunzhang.

Sangzhi recited the name silently in his heart.

"Oh."

She nodded, with a smile in her eyes, "Rich families are just different."

"But, Mr. Zhuo, why are you here again?" Sang Zhi looked at him.

Zhuo Yijing narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her leisurely.

"If I don't come over, how are you going to introduce yourself? Xie Fengyi's ex-girlfriend?" Zhuo Yijin sneered. He walked to the sofa aside, sat down slowly, and looked up at her.

"But... your niece knows about me." Sang Zhi bit her lip, her voice light.

"so what?"

Zhuo Yijing squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Sang Zhi quietly with an indifferent expression.

Sang Zhi remained silent. He was seen flipping through the newspaper on the table, and the room fell into dead silence again.

After a while, she glanced at Zhuo Yijing, walked to the water dispenser nearby and poured a glass of water, then handed it to him and asked him in a low voice.

"Mr. Zhuo, won't this delay you?"

"What if I said I would."

Zhuo Yijing slowly raised his eyes, looked at her quietly, and smiled gracefully.

Sang Zhi's hand holding the water glass shook, "Then I..."

"You want to give me money again?"

Zhuo Yi smiled faintly, with sarcasm flashing in his eyes. He reached out and took the water glass handed over by Sang Zhi with an indifferent expression.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it."

Zhuo Yijing took a sip of water and spoke in a cold voice.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and said nothing, lowered her eyelids, her face feeling slightly hot.

Indeed, her money can only be regarded as rare in the eyes of people like Zhuo Yijing.

Sang Zhi tugged at her lips and frowned.

The debts owed cannot be repaid with money.

"Come and sit, aren't you tired of standing?" Zhuo Yijing patted the sofa beside him and looked towards her.

Sang Zhi tightened his palms and took a step back subconsciously, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.

"Mr. Zhuo, no... I'm not tired. I can just stand. I have to go see my uncle later." Sang Zhi waved his hand and smiled stiffly.

She didn't want to get close to Zhuo Yijing at all.

"Are you sure you can't come?"

Zhuo Yijing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her calmly.

"Ok?"

A trace of surprise and confusion flashed through the mulberry jade-like eyes.

"If you don't come over, then I will go over."

Before Sang Zhi could react, Zhuo Yijing stood up and walked towards her, his deep and narrow eyes falling on her bright red lips.

"Teacher Sang, I want to kiss you."

He didn't call her "Miss Sang", he still called her "Teacher Sang".

But such a title made her feel inexplicably immoral.

And he actually said such straightforward words...

Sang Zhi's face was so red that she was almost bleeding, and the shame in her heart surged over her.

Zhuo Yijin pressed forward step by step, his sharp eyes like a falcon fell firmly on her face. Sangzhi staggered back, but suddenly hit the cold white wall behind her.

"Mr. Zhuo, no..."

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and gritted her teeth. She looked at him quietly.

There was obviously no emotion in his eyes, but how could he say such straightforward words?

"Why not?" Zhuo Yijing stepped closer and raised his thin lips.

He stood condescendingly in front of her, slowly raised her chin, and gently rubbed the corners of her lips with his fingertips. His voice was seductive and low, "Teacher Sang, do you know that you are particularly charming and addictive at night?" "

"..."

Sang Zhi was silent. She looked at Zhuo Yijing's sharp and angular face pressing towards her, and she subconsciously turned her head.

The man's cold and soft lips fell on the corners of her lips.

Zhuo Yi stared into her eyes, not missing the disgust in her eyes.

He squinted his eyes, his eyes dark and gloomy. He slowly let go of her and took a step back.

Sangzhi breathed a sigh of relief when he stayed away.

Sang Zhi opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, looking pitiful. Her palm-sized face was extremely rosy. She didn't dare to look at him, she just moved her lips and lowered her voice, but it was particularly clear in the silent night.

"Mr. Zhuo, why me?"