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

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"Zhizhi...Zhizhi...I, I want to call daddy, I want to see daddy...wuwuwu..."

Zhuo Ziyue was sobbing, his face covered with tears, looking very funny.

"Zhizhi...wuwuwu."

"I want to find daddy...wuwuwu."

"Zhizhi, call my dad quickly and ask him to come over... Wuwuwu, I feel so much pain and discomfort."

Zhuo Ziyue kept crying.

Sang Zhi coaxed him while calling Zhuo Yijing.

She glanced at Zhuo Ziyue and quickly walked to a corner.

The phone rang twice and was connected.

"Hey...Zhuo Yijing, it's me."

Sangzhi pursed her lips and whispered.

The person on the other end didn't speak, but paused, "Miss Sang? I'm Qiu Yan, and Mr. Zhuo is in a meeting now."

"Ah... Okay, that's okay. Mr. Qiu, please get busy." Sang Zhi tugged her lips and was about to hang up the phone.

Qiu Yan suddenly stopped her.

"Ms. Sang, is there something wrong? Mr. Zhuo has ordered that if you call, you must tell him no matter what."

Qiu Yan whispered: "If there is anything, please tell me and I will tell Mr. Zhuo."

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and spoke hesitantly, "Well... it's about Ziyue. Ziyue just met his biological mother and something happened. His hand was injured. We are in the hospital now. Ziyue is also in the hospital. It’s very sad and I keep clamoring to see Mr. Zhuo.”

"Actually, it's not a big deal. I'm with Ziyue here. Just wait until Mr. Qiu tells him to come over after he finishes the meeting."

Sangzhi whispered.

Qiu Yan nodded and asked quickly, "Okay, Miss Sang. How is Master Ziyue doing now? Is his hand seriously injured?"

Sang Zhi shook his head, "It's not serious. The glass bottle broke at that time. He pressed it up and the glass fragments stung the palm of his hand. I just asked the doctor to clean the wound."

"Okay. Then please ask Miss Sang to take care of Master Ziyue for a while...Mr. Zhuo should go directly after finishing the meeting."

"Ah."

Sang Zhi hung up the phone and turned around to see Zhuo Ziyue looking at him longingly, with a look of aggrievement on his face.

"Ooooooo, Zhizhi, why am I so pitiful? My father doesn't love me and my mother doesn't love me. I feel so uncomfortable... Why! Why doesn't that bad woman want me?"

"Woooooooo..."

"Zhizhi, if only you were my mother! I hate that bad woman!"

Zhuo Ziyue choked and said.

Sang Zhi stepped forward, sighed and touched his head, then held him in her arms.

Sangzhi sighed and twitched the corners of his lips.

"It's obvious that they don't love me, why did they still give birth to me? Since you don't want me, don't give birth to me! Zhizhi, what should I do, wuwuwu, I don't want to live anymore...Dad, why can't daddy pay me back? come!"

Zhuo Ziyue sniffed and choked.

Sang Zhi frowned and scolded him in a low voice.

"Ziyue, be good, don't talk nonsense. How can someone not love you or like you? I like you the most, and your uncle Elvis also likes you. Don't your great-grandfather and great-grandmother also like you very much?

And your uncle Elvis also said that your father loves you very much, but he is just cold-faced and warm-hearted, not good at expressing. You are his son, and no one loves you more than him. He just was injured when he was a child and doesn't know how to do it. Be a good dad, but he must love you in his heart. "

Sang Zhi comforted Zhuo Ziyue in a low voice and kept reaching out to wipe his tears.

I don't know when Zhuo Yijing was already standing at the door of the ward.

Zhuo Yijing looked at them quietly, his eyes darkened, he pursed his lips and frowned.

"Zhuo Ziyue."

Zhuo Yijin called him lukewarmly.

Sang Zhi looked around and suddenly met the man's deep and dark eyes, feeling a little palpitated for no reason.

She pursed her lips and said, "You're here."

Zhuo Yijing tugged his lips, his expression indifferent.

He stepped forward and stood in front of the two of them, looking down at Sang Zhi and Zhuo Ziyue.

"Woo woo woo, dad... you're finally here." Zhuo Ziyue curled his lips, looked at Zhuo Yijing with red eyes, and opened his arms to hug him.

"Dad, please hug me..."

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and frowned slightly: "..."

"Why are you crying? How can any man cry like you do? It's embarrassing."

Zhuo Yi couldn't help frowning when he saw Zhuo Ziyue burst into tears, but he still picked Zhuo Ziyue up from Sang Zhi's arms and sat down next to Sang Zhi.

"Dad, I'm so sad, I'm so sad..."

Zhuo Ziyue reached out and hooked Zhuo Yijing's neck, burying his head in his chest, his tears deliberately rubbing his suit.

"Zhuo, Zi, Yue! Don't push yourself too far. Otherwise, I will throw you down."

Zhuo Yijing looked at the little guy in his arms with a look of disgust, his eyes darkened.

"Ooooooo, Zhizhi, you lied to me, dad doesn't love me at all! Clothes are more important than me."

Zhuo Ziyue said in a choked voice while sobbing.

Sang Zhi tugged at her lips and twitched the corners of her mouth fiercely.

Zhuo Yijing tilted his head and gave her a meaningful look.

Sang Zhi looked at him, subconsciously clenched her hands, and then turned her face away, not wanting to look at him.

"Zhuo Ziyue."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, his eyes were deep and dark, and he said in a deep voice.

"Zhuo Ziyue, when did I tell you that your biological mother's name is Fu Zhixiao?"

Zhuo Yijing sneered.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked towards him quietly.

Zhuo Ziyue was also stunned for a moment, stopped crying, raised his head, and looked at Zhuo Yijing with a tearful face.

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

Zhuo Ziyue sniffed.

"I never said your mother was Fu Zhixiao. That was what your great-grandmother told you plus your own imagination."

Zhuo Yijing sneered and said in a deep voice.

"..."

Zhuo Ziyue's eyes widened and he blinked at him, "Dad, I don't understand. Then who is my mother? You mean my mother is not Fu Zhixiao?"

Sang Zhi was stunned and looked at Zhuo Yijing blankly.

Zhuo Yijing glanced at Sang Zhi and half-squinted his eyes.

"Hmm. No."

Zhuo Yijin spoke calmly.

"..."

Sangzhi thought he heard wrongly.

She frowned and looked at Zhuo Yijing and Zhuo Ziyue without knowing why.

Zhuo Yijing... is he serious?not kidding?

"Dad, then...who is my mother? Where is she? Why doesn't she want us?" Zhuo Ziyue curled his lips and looked at him pitifully.

"You jumped out of a crack in the stone. I don't know who your mother is, and I'm not your father either."

Zhuo Yi longed for serious nonsense.

Zhuo Ziyue: "..."

Sangzhi: "..."

The corner of Sang Zhi's mouth twitched fiercely, she pursed her lips and frowned.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Dad, you are going too far, I hate you too..."

Zhuo Ziyue couldn't hold it back and started crying again.

"do not Cry."

Zhuo Yijing reached out and pinched his white and tender face, took a tissue and wiped his tears.

"Don't you think it's embarrassing that your branches are still here? You're still crying when you're so old. What does it look like? When I was your age, your grandparents didn't want me anymore. I don't care. Where can I find a father to complain to? .Um?"

Zhuo Yijing helplessly wiped his tears and frowned.

He glanced at Sang Zhi and saw Sang Zhi looking at him with a complicated expression.

"What do you want me to do?" Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes with a lazy expression.

"Does it hurt me?"

Zhuo Yi's expression did not change.

"..."

Sangzhi remained silent.

"I feel sorry for you as much as I feel sorry for myself."

Sangzhi pulled her lips and slowly opened her eyes.

Zhuo Yijing sneered and his eyes darkened, "Zhuo Ziyue, I can tell you now for sure that your mother's name is not Fu Zhixiao. That's because your great-grandmother remembered it wrong. As for your biological mother... maybe , you will see her soon, maybe you will never see her in this life."

Zhuo Yijing said in a deep voice, with a calm and indifferent expression.

"why?"

Zhuo Ziyue stared at him with wet eyes, like a pitiful puppy.

"because……"

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes, "I'm looking for her too."

Zhuo Yijing said in an understatement, but his eyes swept over the mulberry branches.

Sang Zhi was so frightened by his stare that he subconsciously felt his scalp numb.

She pulled her lips and wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.

After a while, Zhuo Ziyue fell asleep in Zhuo Yijing's arms.

He had been running around to play today, and he had just made a fuss. He was already sleepy and fell asleep directly.

"Ms. Sang, we have patients who will need to use this ward soon. If you don't want to be admitted, please leave first..."

The nurse came in and knocked gently on the door.

Sangzhi nodded quickly.

"We'll be leaving right away."

Zhuo Ziyue only had a skin injury and the wound had been treated. He just kept crying, so she asked the nurse to borrow a ward to put Zhuo Ziyue to sleep.

The nurse smiled and turned to look at the handsome Zhuo Yijing. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yijing also looked towards her, and she couldn't help but feel a little shy for a moment.

This kind of young and wealthy man is not an ordinary tall, rich and handsome man. He is the kind of mature man with a tough and intimidating aura that is most attractive to little girls like them.

pity.

The grass has already been named and has its owner.

And have children.

but……

The nurse smiled at Sang Zhi and looked at Sang Zhi with a smile before leaving.

"Miss Sang, you three are the most handsome family I have ever seen. Your husband and son are so handsome. Your family's genes are too strong."

After that, the nurse left with a blushing face.

Sang Zhi was completely embarrassed and speechless, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch: "..."

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly, and he turned his head to look at Sang Zhi, whose cheeks were a little hot, his eyes deep and dark.

He squinted his eyes, his face as calm as water, "This girl is quite good at talking. However, she is also telling the truth."

Sang Zhi was speechless and sneered: "Zhuo Yijing! Aren't you ashamed? It's better to be humble and low-key."

"What is low-key? No way. Why don't you...Teacher Sang teach me?"

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked up at her.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then looked into Zhuo Yi's cold and deep phoenix eyes, wanting to suck him in like an endless whirlpool.

Sang Zhi tugged at her lips, her face feeling faintly hot from the man's "hot" gaze.

She said nothing and slowly opened her eyes.

"so."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and his tone was a little narrow.

He paused and continued, "Sangzhi, are you acquiescing?"

"...What?" Sang Zhi frowned and looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Sangzhi frowned.

"We are...a family of three."

Zhuo Yi looked at her without changing his expression.

"...What nonsense are you talking about!"

Sang Zhi pursed her lips, her face red and white.

"I am indeed talking nonsense." Zhuo Yijing glanced at her and said in a deep voice.

Sang Zhi thought that he had "discovered his conscience" and wanted to apologize.

did not expect……

"That's wrong. It's not a family of three. It should be..."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, and his gaze slowly fell on Sang Zhi's belly.

"It's a family of four..."

Zhuo Yijing looked as usual.

Sang Zhi's face was extremely ugly, she pursed her lips, stared at Zhuo Yijing, and said through gritted teeth.

"...You! Bastard! Bastard! Shameless!"

"To scold me so childishly? Are you scolding me, or do you want to flirt with me?" Zhuo Yijin's brows moved slightly and he said without changing his expression.

Sang Zhipi looked at Zhuo Yijing with a smile: "..."

She finally saw that Zhuo Yijing could refresh her knowledge of his shamelessness every day.

There is no lower limit.

How could this man... go so far? !

Sang Zhi gritted his teeth and stared at him bitterly.

"Stop staring. Let's go home."

Zhuo Yijing took out the car keys from his pocket and threw them into Sang Zhi's arms, applying calmly.

Sangzhi was stunned for a moment, "Why give it to me? You don't have the skills to drive yourself? I'm not your driver."

"I will hold Zhuo Ziyue, and you will drive. Or, you will hold Zhuo Ziyue for me? I will drive?"

Zhuo Yijing's voice was cold and indifferent.

"...Zhuo Ziyue likes to be held by others when sleeping."

Sangzhi: "..."

……

Yujingyuan.

Sang Zhi opened the door of Zhuo Ziyue's bedroom. Zhuo Yijing put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt gently, then closed the door and left.

Sangzhi thought.

Zhuo Yijing is still very attentive to his son.

Sangzhi tugged at his lips, his eyes dark and gloomy.

The two men exited the room.

Sang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and looked calm. She pulled her lips and said in a cold voice, "It's getting late. I'm leaving."

Sang Zhi glanced at the man with a stern face.

Zhuo Yijin looked indifferent and distant, without even looking at her, and just responded lukewarmly.

"Let's go."

Sangzhi nodded and prepared to leave.

But before she could react, someone had already grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall.

Immediately afterwards, the man's surging and powerful kisses came overwhelmingly, occupying her breathing bit by bit.

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