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

Sang Zhi frowned and raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Yijing, his eyes deep and dark.

Zhuo Yijing... why did you give her a shawl?

She glanced down at her skirt.

This dress is an off-shoulder, sleeveless, round neck dress.

It would look ugly in a shawl.

She really doesn't understand the aesthetics of straight men.

However, the shawl on my hand is also a well-known brand, the fabric is good, and it looks expensive.

Sang Zhi thanked Zhuo Yijing, put the shawl in again, and silently placed it on the seat aside.

Zhuo Yijing caught a glimpse of her movements in the rearview mirror, his brows furrowed slightly, his face became inexplicably gloomy and ugly, and the outline of his face became colder. He pursed his lips, looked away and drove the car.

……

The car drove into the military and district compound.After entering the compound, they drove for a while and finally stopped outside an elegant small bungalow.

Sang Zhi was a little stunned and quietly looked at the scene outside.

Is this the home of Tan Xinrong?

"You wait in the car for a while, I'll go in and have something to do."

Zhuo Yijing looked indifferent and glanced at the little guy who was sleeping soundly in Sang Zhi's arms and still bleeding. His expression was calm.

"Zhuo Ziyue, wake up."

Zhuo Yijing opened the driver's door and slapped the guy awake.

Zhuo Ziyue opened his eyes drowsily, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and murmured. "Dad, are we here?"

Zhuo Yijing's face was pale, and after speaking, she stretched out her hand to hold him in her arms, and said in a cold voice, "No."

"Won't the branches come down?"

Zhuo Ziyue looked at Sang Zhi sitting in the car and whispered.

"Ah."

With calm eyes, Zhuo Yijing put Zhuo Ziyue on the ground and led the little guy into the bungalow.

After waiting for a while, Sang Zhi was almost asleep, and then he saw Zhuo Yijing coming out with the little guy.

Zhuo Ziyue was jumping up and down, not to mention how happy he was. He was also holding a big red envelope in his hand, which looked very thick.

After getting in the car, Zhuo Ziyue started to show off his big red envelope to Sang Zhi.

"Zhizhi, look! My great-grandfather gave it to me."

Zhuo Ziyue hugged the red envelope and kissed it several times.

Sang Zhi smiled slightly, and her heart gradually became clearer.

It turns out that this is Zhuo Yi's grandfather's home.

Zhuo Yijing started the engine, turned the car around, and drove to a magnificent villa within a few minutes of leaving the compound.

The carved door looks very noble. There is a small rose garden at the door, and the air is filled with bursts of fragrance.

"Go ahead."

Zhuo Yijing took out the things from the back seat and slowly stood beside Sang Zhi. Standing between them was Zhuo Ziyue, who seemed to have a strange sense of coordination.

Sang Zhi turned her head to look at the man beside her, who happened to also turn his head, and his dark and deep eyes fell on her face.

Their eyes met, Sang Zhi's heart was beating loudly, her hands subconsciously tightened, and she quickly looked away.

"Let's go."

Zhuo Yijing also looked away, his expression still light and calm.

Sang Zhi nodded, and Zhuo Ziyue followed closely behind Zhuo Yijing.

The servants at the door were already greeting them. When they saw them coming, they immediately greeted them with a smile.

"Third Young Master."

The servant spoke respectfully and stepped forward to take the gift from Zhuo Yijing's hand.

Zhuo Yijing nodded slightly and handed the things over.

"Third Young Master, the husband is discussing something in the study, and the wife is in the kitchen now."

As soon as the servant finished speaking, Sang Zhi heard a woman's gentle voice coming from the kitchen.

"I'm here, I'm here."

Zhou Hui stepped forward with a smile, her eyes gentle and cold. She glanced at Zhuo Yijing and Sang Zhi, and her smile deepened.

Handsome men and beauties are a joy to behold.

"Auntie."

Zhuo Ziyue spoke obediently and smiled sweetly.

"Hey. Ziyue is good."

Zhou Hui stretched out her hand and rubbed Zhuo Ziyue's little face, smiled softly, and came forward to greet him, "Zhizhi, Yunzhang, please stop standing. Come in and sit down quickly."

Zhuo Yijing turned her head and glanced at Sang Zhi, her dark eyes fell on her face, her voice was calm and cold, "I'll go upstairs to talk to my elder brother about something. You go to the kitchen to help my sister-in-law."

His tone was like a husband giving instructions to his wife, and Sang Zhi couldn't help but be stunned.

"okay."

Sangzhi nodded dully.

"Yunzhang, what are you talking about? You are here, how can I trouble Zhizhi. No, I can do it myself, and Aunt Xiaohui and Li are here."

Zhou Hui patted Zhuo Yijing's shoulder.

"It's okay, sister-in-law...sister-in-law, I'll go to the kitchen to help you. Yijing said you wouldn't let us buy the cake, and said you wanted to make it yourself. It looks like you haven't finished it yet, so I'll go and make it with you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Zhi felt the deep, dark gaze of the man next to her focused on her face.

She knew, probably because she called his name.

the first time.

Zhou Hui and the others were still watching, while Zhuo Yijing just stared at her motionless.

Sang Zhi's face felt a little hot and he couldn't help lowering his head.

Zhou Hui noticed Sang Zhi's shyness, coughed slightly, and signaled to Zhuo Yijing: "Your elder brother is waiting for you, go quickly."

Zhuo Yijin responded calmly and walked upstairs calmly.

"Auntie, I want to help you make a cake with Zhizhi!"

Zhuo Ziyue took Sang Zhi's hand.

"Okay, okay, aunt is just waiting for Ziyue to come and help."

Zhou Hui chuckled, stepped forward and took Sang Zhi's hand affectionately, "Follow me, and I'll find you an apron."

Sang Zhi nodded, stretched out his hand to hold Zhuo Ziyue, and followed Zhou Hui into the kitchen.

Sang Zhi followed Zhou Hui. She took a look and saw that the kitchen table was full of ingredients.

"Auntie, it smells so good, it's the smell of bread flour."

Zhuo Ziyue pressed his nose and took a deep breath.

Zhou Hui smiled, her eyes gentle and calm.

"Sister-in-law, do you often cook at home when you are not busy? I see you have milk tea, taro balls, pearls, and some straws as ingredients?"

Sangzhi smiled.

"Yeah. Sometimes I'm too tired from working in the hospital, and I don't really want to rest after I come back. Sometimes I feel more tired the more I rest, so I tinker with some ingredients that you young people like..." Zhou Hui said while He found an apron from the cabinet and handed it to Sang Zhi.

"Me too. Even though I'm at home alone sometimes, I also like to cook some delicious food."

"Auntie, I testify that Zhizhi's cooking is delicious."

"Really? However, no matter how delicious it is, I won't let Zhizhi cook today. If I have a chance, I will also try Zhizhi's cooking. Yunzhang is also good at cooking."

Zhou Hui suddenly mentioned Zhuo Yijing. Sang Zhi was slightly stunned and a little surprised, "He can do it too?"

Zhuo Yijing, shouldn't the children of such a wealthy family be "untouchable"?

Anyway, Xie Fengyi really doesn’t know how.

"Zhizhi, my dad can do it too. But he rarely cooks."

"Actually, Yunzhang's cooking skills are very good. I'm lucky enough to have tasted it once." Zhou Hui smiled and continued: "However, Yunzhang rarely cooks. You can give him a try in the future."

"……Um."

Sang Zhi nodded guiltily.

"You are already here."

At some point, Zhou Zheng was already standing at the door of the kitchen.

Sang Zhi turned around and suddenly met the man's deep and unreadable eyes.