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

"Am I dead..."

Sangzhi pulled her lips and whispered.

"...Are you cursing me? Or cursing yourself?" Zhuo Yijing sneered.

"..." Sangzhi curled his lips.

"But I clearly..." Sang Zhi gradually remembered what happened before. She clearly let go and fell down the stairs.

"The police had already arrived and you fell on the life mat." Zhuo Yi glanced at her.

"Where is my mother? How is my mother?" Sang Zhi suddenly thought that he and Feng Qiuling had fallen together.

"It's nothing serious. She was frightened and is still in a coma. I just asked the doctor to inject her with another sedative."

Zhuo Yijing said calmly, with an indifferent expression.

"Great, I'm still alive."

Sang Zhi smiled happily and breathed a long sigh of relief.

She raised her eyes to meet Zhuo Yi's deep and indifferent eyes, pulled her lips and whispered.

"Mr. Zhuo, thank you so much today... If you hadn't grabbed my hand, my mother and I might have died..."

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and carefully observed Zhuo Yijing's face.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her coldly, his eyes darkened, and took the water glass from the table beside him and handed it to her.

Sang Zhi wanted to take the water, but felt some pain in her arm. She gritted her teeth and stiffly took the water glass from his hand. Then she thanked him, but suddenly she caught a glimpse of the blood-stained wound on Zhuo Yijing's hand.

She stared at his wound blankly for a long time.

Zhuo Yijing noticed her gaze and calmly retracted his hand, his expression calm and composed.

"It's okay if you accidentally hurt yourself. You don't have to feel guilty."

Sangzhi: "..."

When he said this, Sang Zhi felt guilty even if he didn't feel guilty.

Sang Zhi pulled her lips and smiled apologetically at him, feeling helpless.

"Mr. Zhuo, thank you. Would you like to bandage it first?" Sang Zhi asked in a low voice.

Zhuo Yijing's face was calm. He stared at her and said in a calm voice: "There's no rush."

"What about you?"

He asked rhetorically, his eyes falling on her hands.

Sang Zhi realized that he was asking about her hand. After all, she was being dragged by the other hand, and she was holding Feng Qiuling with her other hand.

Sangzhi tried to raise his arm.

"It hurts a little. But it's not a big deal."

Kind of like a dislocation.

Sang Zhi whispered. She opened the quilt and wanted to get out of bed and go next door to take a look at Feng Qiuling, but she lowered her head and caught a glimpse of her skirt.

A small piece was scratched at the waist of the skirt, leaving a small hole.

When it fell, a small piece of fabric was scratched off by a bump on the wall.

Sang Zhi felt a little distressed.

Zhuo Yijing lowered his eyes and looked at her with an indifferent expression. He sneered: "You almost lost your life, but you still feel sorry for the skirt?"

"This is 14. It's not [-], it's not [-]. I feel bad."

Sangzhi snorted and rebutted him.

"Didn't I give you all the money? If you want to say you feel distressed, it should be me who feels distressed, right?" Zhuo Yijing folded his arms and looked at her quietly, his eyes indifferent.

He does that.

I can't seem to care about money at all.

But yes, the son of a powerful person who grew up in a honey pot is now the CEO, spending more than one billion on a project, and spending money like water. He may be so poor that he only has money left, and he doesn't care about the 10,000+.

Sang Zhi curled her lips and couldn't help but gasped. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhuo Yijing, and said in a clear voice, "As expected of Third Young Master Zhuo."

"However, I will transfer the money to you right away. Remember to send me your bank account number."

Sangzhi spoke seriously.

Zhuo Yijing sneered and raised his eyes to stare at her with a lazy expression. He pulled his lips, half-squinted his eyes, and cast a deep and dark gaze on her face.

"You haven't forgotten what you should have forgotten, and what you shouldn't have forgotten...haven't entered your mind. Right?"

"Ok?"

Sangzhi was a little confused.

What should she not forget?

She stared blankly at Zhuo Yijing, but when she met the man's deep and indifferent gaze, she immediately understood what he meant.

Sang Zhi suddenly remembered the love affair that ended abruptly in the living room of Zhuo Yijing's house, and Zhuo Yijing's "unsatisfied" look of displeasure when he sent her away at the end.

Sang Zhi's face turned red, like a cooked crab. He immediately lowered his head, his lips trembled, and he didn't know what to say.

She felt Zhuo Yi's hot and deep gaze on her, and she felt even more ashamed and embarrassed.

Sang Zhi bit her lower lip, coughed a few times, and quickly got out of bed and walked out. She was so nervous that her words stuttered.

"I...I'm going to see my mother."

She blushed and ran out quickly.

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her with an indifferent expression, just as the cell phone in his pocket rang.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it, then walked to the window nearby and slowly answered the call.

Assistant Qiu Yan's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Zhuo, I have contacted the reporters who were filming today, and they have all been removed. Other newspapers and magazines will not report it."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "I know."

Qiu Yan hesitated: "Mr. Zhuo... let me say one more thing. You have to think about yourself. Your body is very precious, so take care of it."

"You wouldn't be so desperate. I was shocked when I saw it."

Qiu Yan thought for a while and spoke at the risk of being scolded.

"You can take it easy. Recently, the people in your eldest family are trying their best to cause trouble for you. Don't let them take advantage of it. Moreover, if the old man finds out... tsk tsk tsk, this Miss Sang probably They will also suffer disaster."

"Are you free?"

Zhuo Yijin frowned, his expression was indifferent, he pursed his lips and said in a cold voice, "You are so free, do you need me to arrange more jobs for you?"

"Mr. Zhuo, I'm going to work right away. I'm the one who talks too much, so I'll slap you right away."

Qiu Yan chuckled.

"If the old man finds out, pack up your gifts and go to Africa."

Qiu Yan's mouth twitched sharply and he quickly said, "Boss, you don't do this."

Zhuo Yijing sneered, "Hang up."

Zhuo Yijing hung up the phone and stood in the room for a while before waiting for Sang Zhi to come back.

Sang Zhi's face looked a little ugly, and her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.

Zhuo Yi frowned.

"Why are you crying?"

Sang Zhi rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shook his head, "It's nothing."

When she went, Feng Qiuling was already awake.

Feng Qiuling blamed her for not letting her die.I also hope that she will stop interfering with her.

"Is your mother awake? Did you quarrel?" Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"……No."

Sangzhi shook his head, the tip of his nose was a little sour.

"What happened to your mother? Has she been in a mental hospital? But judging from what she said before she committed suicide, it doesn't look like she was insane."

"Aren't you Sang Zhi? Why did she say she wanted to find her daughter Sang Zhi?"

Zhuo Yijing slowly walked to the sofa beside him and sat down, crossing his long legs and looking at her indifferently.

"However, I heard... Xie Fengyi said... that you were adopted into the Sang family. Aren't the Sang family your biological parents? Then your uncle Jiang Chengdong has nothing to do with your mother Feng Qiuling?"

Zhuo Yi glanced at her longingly, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his voice was light.

"Of course, I'm not interested in other people's family affairs. I don't mean to pry into your privacy. If you mind, you don't need to say anything."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration and looked up at Sang Zhi who was lost and melancholy, his eyes cold and indifferent.