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

Uncle.

Sang Zhi's face changed slightly, and she subconsciously tightened her palms.

she knows.

This uncle is Xie Fengyi.

But Zhuo Yijing said that Xie Fengyi would not come today.

how……

Sang Zhi's face turned slightly pale, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the man at the stairs, but at some point, there was no trace of him there.

Zhou Zheng looked at her, his eyebrows tightened.

……

"We're late."

Tan Xinrong pulled her lips and spoke dissatisfied.

"Both my uncle and my brother-in-law are here. I heard that my brother-in-law is here today with his girlfriend. Hey, did you listen to me?"

Tan Xinrong frowned, reached out her hand to push the man beside her in dissatisfaction, and pinched his arm.

Xie Fengyi frowned in pain, gritted his teeth, stared at Tan Xinrong, and said in a calm and indifferent tone, "Listen! No, Tan Xinrong, if you hadn't been there urging me, which made me upset and everything went wrong. My car won’t have a puncture either. It’s not like I’m here just now.”

"Who makes you have a bad attitude towards me?" Tan Xinrong snorted, looking at him with a smile but not a smile. When he was approaching the door of the villa, he quickly stepped forward and took the man's arm.

She reached out and touched the man's face, gritting her teeth, "Xie Fengyi, be nice to me later!"

"understood."

Xie Fengyi tugged his lips, sneered, and spoke in a neutral tone.

"This is right, fiancé."

Tan Xinrong curved her lips, chuckled, and suddenly leaned forward and kissed him on his left cheek. Seeing the faint lipstick mark on his face, she smiled with satisfaction.

"Stamp it."

Xie Fengyi frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more and spoke impatiently.

"Come in quickly."

……

"Dad, Mom...I'm back, and Fengyi is here too."

Tan Xinrong shouted after entering the door.

"Miss, uncle."

The servant stepped forward and took the gift from Xie Fengyi's hand.

Xie Fengyi nodded slightly, his expression calm and calm.

"Miss, my wife and Mr. Zhou are making cakes in the kitchen."

The servant spoke respectfully.

Tan Xinrong responded and handed over the bag in his hand.

"Where's my uncle? I heard his girlfriend is here too." Tan Xinrong looked around and saw nothing, only a glimpse of an ordinary lady's leather bag on the sofa.

Xie Fengyi frowned, turned his head and stared at Tan Xinrong, squinting his eyes, "The third child has a girlfriend? When did it happen?"

When did Zhuo Yijing start dating a girlfriend?

Why doesn't he know?

Never heard of it.

Xie Fengyi raised her eyebrows, and a smile appeared in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"The third child is not kind. Don't tell me a word."

"My mother accidentally let it slip. My brother-in-law didn't say anything." Tan Xinrong snorted, took Xie Fengyi's arm and walked to the kitchen.

"My mom and the others are making cakes, let's go take a look too."

"Ah."

Xie Fengyi responded calmly.

As soon as she arrived at the door of the kitchen, Tan Xinrong saw Zhuo Ziyue sitting next to Zhou Zheng. Zhou Hui didn't know where she went, and she didn't see Zhuo Yizheng's girlfriend.

Tan Xinrong tilted her head and looked at Zhou Zheng.

"Uncle. Ziyue."

Zhou Zheng responded calmly, his eyes falling on the man beside him.

Sensing Zhou Zheng's gaze, Tan Xinrong glanced at Xie Fengyi, quickly took his hand, intertwined their fingers with him, and smiled slightly.

"Uncle, this is Xie Fengyi, you haven't met him yet. He is my fiancé. Fengyi, this is my uncle, Zhou Zheng."

Tan Xinrong introduced himself to the two of them.

Zhou Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at Xie Fengyi calmly. His eyes were cold, and his eyes fell on the faint bruises on his face that were the same as his own. The corners of his lips were raised slightly, with a hint of vagueness. Ironic meaning.

"Feng Yi. I heard Third Young Master Zhuo mention you before."

Zhou Zheng spoke slowly, with the tone of an elder talking to a younger generation.

"But, niece, Fengyi and I have met before."

Zhou Zheng spoke leisurely, his eyes became colder and more indifferent, and he looked at Xie Fengyi with a faint smile.

Xie Fengyi looked a little uncomfortable when she met his deep and dark eyes.

He naturally understood what Zhou Zheng meant.

It was nothing more than a dig at him.

Xie Fengyi coughed lightly, pulled his lips, and chuckled, "Mr. Zhou."

"Fengyi, you should call me uncle with me." Tan Xinrong reached out and tugged at the hem of his clothes, lowering her voice.

Xie Fengyi's eyelids twitched fiercely, and he subconsciously looked at Zhou Zheng, who had a vague sneer in his eyes.

Xie Fengyi pursed her lips and looked a little ugly, but she still whispered: "Uncle."

Zhou Zheng smiled lightly.

"Uncle, but you just said that you had met Fengyi before. When? Why didn't I know?"

Tan Xinrong frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Last Thursday night."

Zhou Zheng curled his lips and spoke in a steady and powerful voice.

Xie Fengyi's face changed slightly, the hand hanging by his side slowly tightened, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Zhou Zheng.

"us……"

Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Zhou Zheng.

"I happened to meet Zhuo Sanshao and Fengyi at the hot pot restaurant." Zhou Zheng smiled.

Xie Fengyi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard what he said. Her dark and deep eyes fell on his face, with clear emotions.

"Uncle, where is my mother?"

Tan Xinrong looked around, frowned and asked.

"Auntie took Zhizhi upstairs to find ointment. Zhizhi's hand was accidentally burned just now."

Zhuo Ziyue spoke obediently.

"Zhizhi?"

Xie Fengyi was the first to speak, staring at the little guy with a gloomy expression, "Kid. Which Zhizhi?"

Zhuo Ziyue knew Sang Zhi.

If I remember correctly, when he called Sang Zhi, he called him "Zhi Zhi".

Is Sangzhi here?

Why is she here?

Xie Fengyi slowly tightened his palms and glanced at Zhou Zheng subconsciously.

Zhou Zheng, however, looked indifferent and turned a deaf ear.

"Which Zhizhi? How many Zhizhi are there?" Zhuo Ziyue frowned and looked at him in surprise and confusion.

Xie Fengyi's expression suddenly changed.

"Xie Fengyi." Tan Xinrong pursed her lips and gently pinched the back of his hand.

"The Zhizhi mentioned by Ziyue should be my uncle's girlfriend. Don't mistake her. She's not your Zhizhi."

Tan Xinrong sneered, gritted her teeth, and suddenly approached Xie Fengyi's ear and whispered in his ear.

This scene was very ambiguous in Sang Zhi's eyes.

Sang Zhi stood not far behind the two of them, her eyes cold and indifferent, she pulled her lips and showed a sarcastic smile.

Behind her, Zhuo Yijing, who was standing on the second floor, stood quietly, with a pair of narrow and deep phoenix eyes, vaguely showing a hint of chill, which looked unfathomable.

"Zhizhi!"

Zhuo Ziyue's eyes lit up when he saw Sang Zhi.

Xie Fengyi followed his line of sight, slowly turned around and looked back. When he saw that slender figure, his body suddenly tensed up.

Tan Xinrong also turned around with him, until she met that familiar face, her eyes suddenly changed and her expression became extremely ugly.

"Why are you? Why are you at my house?"

Tan Xinrong tightened her palms and stared at Sang Zhi with gritted teeth.