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

"Feel sorry."

"It bothers you."

"I knocked on the door just now, but you didn't hear it."

Zhuo Yijin said indifferently, his eyes swept over the two of them, his eyes were cold and indifferent.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, then put a bag on the table.

Zhuo Yi looked at the two of them without changing his expression, his eyes were cold.

"..." Xie Fengyi smiled, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, and he turned his head to look at Sang Zhi.

"Look, that's what this person is like. He's hypocritical and insidious. He pretends to be indifferent, but in fact he's almost mad inside. So what if you just say you heard it? Isn't it just that she doesn't love you? She admits that she doesn't. Recruit people without losing any weight."

Xie Fengyi sneered, his eyes passing over her face.

"Sang Zhi, I really don't know why you fell in love with him so blindly? You fall in love with me, a rotten person, and you can fall in love with someone worse than me."

Xie Fengyi's expression remained unchanged.

He stood up slowly, his voice was cold and low, "You have a good rest, I will come see you another day."

Sangzhi tugged at his lips, but didn't look at him or respond.

She lowered her eyes and did not look at Zhuo Yijing.

Xie Fengyi glanced at Zhuo Yijing meaningfully, his eyes full of disdain.

Sangzhi only heard the distant footsteps and the sound of the door closing.

Sang Zhi pulled her lips and slowly lay down again. Even though her abdomen hurt, she still endured the pain and lay on her side, with her back to Zhuo Yijing.

because.

Zhuo Yi's hot and deep eyes were always on her, as if he wanted to burn her and see through her.

"...Dad, you are here."

Zhuo Ziyue walked out of the toilet, glanced at Zhuo Yijing with a cold expression, and sat down next to him.

"Dad, what did you buy? It smells so good."

Zhuo Ziyue opened the bag that Zhuo Yijing had just put down on the table.

"Go and ask your mother to get up and eat."

Zhuo Yijing touched Zhuo Ziyue's head, his expression calm and indifferent.

"What mother?" Zhuo Ziyue's eyes widened.

"Are you talking about Zhizhi? Zhizhi is not my mother..." Zhuo Ziyue snorted.

"I said she is your mother, and she will be your mother from now on." Zhuo Yijing's face was indifferent, he stared at Sang Zhi's back, his voice was as cold as jade.

"Zhuo Yijing! What nonsense are you talking about!"

Sang Zhi straightened up suddenly and stared at Zhuo Yijing. She gritted her teeth, her face was extremely ugly, and her palms were clenched.

She was so excited that she stood up so violently that the wound on her abdomen hurt, and she burst into tears from the pain.

"Did I said wrong thing?"

Zhuo Yijing's expression was calm and composed. He glanced at Zhuo Ziyue, who had a dull face. He stood up slowly and walked to Sang Zhi. He took her in his arms, clasped her shoulder tightly with his big palm, and held her shoulder with his other hand. He held Sang Zhi's wrist to prevent her from escaping from his embrace.

"What are you doing!" Sang Zhi's face was extremely pale. She gritted her teeth and stared at Zhuo Yijing.

"Are you still angry with me? My son is still here." Zhuo Yijing whispered with a flattering tone.

Zhuo Ziyue: "..."

Sangzhi: "..."

"Are you crazy!" Sang Zhi said with a cold face, gritted teeth, and lowered his voice, "This is your son!"

"Aren't we all going to get married? My son is your son. What. You don't like Zhuo Ziyue?"

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes with a calm expression.

Sang Zhi's face changed slightly. Just when she was about to speak, she saw Zhuo Ziyue curling his lips and looking at her with an aggrieved face, "Zhi Zhi. People on the Internet say that the stepmother doesn't like her son... she often abuses her step son."

"You won't fall in love with me after you get together with my father, right?"

"Dad said you don't want to marry him. Is it because of me? Zhizhi, is it possible that you think I'm a drag?"

Zhuo Ziyue looked at Sang Zhi with tears in his eyes.

Sang Zhi's face changed slightly and her heart softened. She quickly shook her head, "No, Ziyue."

"I don't dislike you."

"I like you very much."

"Dad said you don't want to marry him because you mind me..." Zhuo Ziyue sniffed and looked at Sang Zhi pitifully.

Sang Zhi's face turned even darker, and he turned to glare at the person involved.

However, the person involved looked indifferent and indifferent.

Especially Zhuo Yijing held her shoulders, making her unable to move.

Sang Zhi only felt a fire in his heart.

She gritted her teeth and clenched her palms, "Ziyue, I really will not marry your father. Not only are we not married, we have broken up."

"It's not because of you. I like you very much. How could I dislike you?" Sang Zhi curled her lips and said flatteringly.

"I like Ziyue the most."

"Since we like Zhuo Ziyue so much, we can get married as soon as possible. You can still be with Zhuo Ziyue every day in the future."

Zhuo Yijin said indifferently, with a lazy and leisurely expression.

Sang Zhi sneered, turned her head and glared at him, gritting her teeth.

"Zhuo Yijing, you bastard! You spread rumors about me! And you took advantage of your own son!"

Zhuo Yi's expression remained unchanged. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Ziyue who was standing aside.

Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it, then walked to the bathroom and ordered Zhuo Ziyue before going in.

"Zhuo Ziyue, wipe your tears and bring your mother's food over."

Zhuo Yijing whispered.

Zhuo Ziyue sniffed, wiped away his tears, and weighed the rice bought by Zhuo Yijing.

"Zhizhi, let's eat quickly."

Zhuo Ziyue said, sighing softly.

"Ugh."

Sang Zhi pulled her lips and glanced at Zhuo Ziyue.

It was immediately obvious that Zhuo Ziyue and Zhuo Yijing were acting together just now.

Sang Zhi laughed helplessly and reached out to rub Zhuo Ziyue's head.

"You little scoundrel, you pretended to be pretty good, but the little pearl just fell off." Sangzhi whispered.

Zhuo Ziyue curled his lips.

"Zhizhi, why did you suddenly break up with my dad? Do you not like my dad? Are you in love with someone else again? Could it be Uncle Elvis?"

Zhuo Ziyue frowned, his face scrunched up.

"That night, Zhizhi, you cried for a long time while looking at Uncle Elvis's photo. You just mentioned Ji Yixun to that brother-in-law...Uncle Elvis is Ji Yixun."

"Is it because of Uncle Elvis that you want to break up with your father?" Zhuo Ziyue looked at her confused.

Sangzhi twitched his lips.He pursed his lips and said nothing.

She lowered her head and slowly tightened her palms, "Ziyue, you are a child and don't understand adult matters. Your father and I really have no chance."

Zhuo Ziyue blinked and reached out to hold her hand.

In fact, although he prefers Zhizhi to be his wife, it would also be good for Zhizhi to be his stepmother.

Zhizhi, the stepmother, is better than that Aunt Meng.

At least Zhizhi was sincerely good to him.

That Aunt Meng only married his father to please him.

Zhuo Ziyue thought for a while and continued.

"Zhizhi, in fact, apart from his bad temper, my father is also quite good. And my father is really, really rich."

"If you marry him, when the other person is gone, we can still inherit his inheritance together."

"Or, if you get married to him and then divorce, you can still get half of the property. Or you can use his wallet to support others."

“Absolutely guaranteed profit without loss.”

Zhuo Yijing, who had just walked out of the bathroom, suddenly turned dark when he heard this.