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

"This... I bought it for you. I think it will look good on you, sister."

Sang Yun pulled her lips and her cheeks were a little red.

Sangzhi smiled.

"The dress is pretty. Still."

She looked at Sang Yun, feeling helpless.

"When did you buy it? Isn't it because you didn't go to school for self-study tonight?"

Sang Yun coughed slightly and looked away.

"Ah."

Sang Zhi glared at him, pretending to be angry, "No next time."

Sang Yun nodded, put his arm around her shoulders, and led her to sit down: "Sister, let's eat quickly."

Sang Zhi nodded helplessly, not wanting to undermine Sang Yun's kindness, so he simply took a few bites without saying that he had already eaten.

"Sister, what happened to Jin Dayong?"

Sang Yun narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice.

Sang Zhi told Sang Yun everything that happened.

After hearing this, Sang Yun frowned tightly.

"So, the owner of this number is the person behind the scenes? But she (he) doesn't seem to hide herself deliberately. If she doesn't want you to find out, she won't leave her phone number to you. Moreover, he doesn't seem to be worried that we will tell the Xie family .”

Sang Yun squeezed the small piece of paper in his hand and looked solemn.

Sangzhi pulled her lips.

"I called, but no one spoke. But I think that since the matter has changed, let's not worry about it anymore. Please discuss with me in advance what you do in the future, and don't decide on your own."

Sang Zhi raised his eyes and stared at the young man in front of him, his voice cold.

Sang Yun pursed her lips and said with a deep look in her eyes: "Sister, why doesn't the Xie family stop pursuing the case?"

"Maybe he's too busy. After all, Xie Fengyi is getting married soon, so the Xie family won't be able to take care of it."

Sangzhi said.

Sang Zhi sneered, "Then why, even though it was a scandal, the Xie family and the Tan family still held an engagement, and even held the wedding in advance?"

Sang Zhi remained silent, her eyebrows furrowed and her expression indifferent.

"I'm afraid they are not just using the wedding to suppress the scandal. After all, at this time, they are holding a wedding, but it is adding fuel to the fire."

Sang Yun continued to speak, picked up the beer on the side and took a few sips.

"I heard that the head of the Xie family went abroad secretly." Sang Yun said.

Sang Zhi narrowed her eyes and said in a calm voice: "Sang Yun, this matter ends here. Let's not interfere in the affairs of the powerful people of the family."

Sang Yun nodded thoughtfully, raised his eyes to look at Sang Zhi who was absent-minded, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly spoke.

"Sister, that student of yours in the art class, what's your relationship with his father? Are you in a relationship? I just... saw you... kissing."

Hearing this, Sang Zhi suddenly raised his eyes and frowned, "You, you... saw it?"

Sang Zhi's face was red and white, and she didn't know how to speak.

He actually saw it.

Sang Yun's palms placed under the table slowly tightened and she said without changing her expression: "I saw it."

There was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Are you dating?"

"...No." Sangzhi lowered his head.

"No relationship..." Sang Yun paused and murmured in a low voice.

Sang Yun pursed her lips: "Did he force you?"

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, clenched his palms, and shook his head: "No."

Sang Yun froze slightly, then sneered, as if he didn't care at all.

Sangzhi lowered his head and remained silent.

"Does he look like Ji Yixun in any way?" Sang Yun stared at her pale face, her voice cold and indifferent.

"..."

Sang Zhi was stunned, and suddenly looked at Sang Yun, his face changed slightly, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"Sister, is it because he is similar to Ji Yixun, so... you don't resist him?"

"I..." Sangzhi paused and slowly tightened his palms.

Sang Yun's words made her a little stunned.

How could Zhuo Yijing be like Yixun?

Zhuo Yijin looked like Ji Yixun from head to toe.

If we say they are similar, they are only similar in temperament and some small movements.

"It's not like that. He doesn't want Yixun at all." Sang Zhi tugged his lips and spoke lightly.

Sang Yun clenched his hands.

In the years before Xie Fengyi appeared, she would stop for a moment whenever she saw someone like Ji Yixun on the street.

Only people who are very similar to Ji Yixun can make her calm heart fluctuate.

But now she could actually kiss this person who looked nothing like Ji Yixun from beginning to end.

in full swing.

He saw the Bentley Continental clearly as he passed it.

He even deceived himself into seeing it wrong.

After going upstairs, I pretended to throw away the trash again.

Sure enough, I saw her getting out of the car.

"Why is that? Do you like him? Sister, the man named Zhuo is Brother Xie Fengyi, his fiancée's uncle. You and him... do you want to take revenge on Xie Fengyi?"

Sang Yun gritted his teeth and looked a little ugly.

"Sister, you clearly said that you want to have a clear relationship with people like Xie Fengyi. Why are you still... entangled with him? If you can still kiss him without falling in love, it's not forcing you..."

That evening.

She didn't come back, so she must have been with Zhuo Yi.

Sang Zhi was stunned and looked at him in surprise: "Sang Yun, what are you talking about?"

Sang Zhi stood up slowly, holding his hands tightly.

"Sang Yun, you didn't investigate Zhuo Yijing secretly, did you?"

Sangzhi looked up at him.

"Hmm..." Sang Yun pulled her lips.

"That night, when you didn't come back...were you with him?" Sang Yun took a deep breath and asked pretending to be relaxed.

"Yes."

Sangzhi sighed softly and nodded helplessly.

"I was actually with him that night."

Sang Yun's face suddenly turned livid, his palms clenched tightly, and he gritted his teeth: "Why? What is your relationship with him?"

"I have nothing to do with him..." Sang Zhi held his forehead and stood up slowly.

"Sang Yun, I'm going to the bathroom."

She said, preparing to walk into the house.

As soon as he took two steps, Sang Zhi's wrist was grabbed.

She paused and turned to look at Sang Yun.

Sang Yun raised his eyes, his eyes were bright and clear, but also deep, with some complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Sister, you just broke up with Xie Fengyi, how can you... get involved with the people around him again?"

"Why can they all?"

Sang Yun murmured, looking at her with obsessed but painful eyes.

Sang Zhi looked at Sang Yun in front of him quietly, but suddenly felt his scalp numb.

Even though Sang Yun was trying his best to hide it, she still saw the anger on Sang Yun's face.

Sang Zhi seemed to have an unacceptable idea in his mind.

She seemed to have ignored it for so many years.Sang Yun is no longer the child who called her "sister" when she was very young.

Sang Yun knew that they were not related by blood.

But since childhood, he has only relied on her.

Over the years, I have rarely seen him getting close to anyone, let alone girls of his own age...

Sang Zhi felt more and more unbelievable. She stared blankly at the young man who was looking at her.

"Sister, can you stop getting entangled with that Zhuo Yijing?"

Sang Yun took her hand and rubbed it gently, his voice was low and hoarse.

Sang Zhi's body froze, and he quickly pulled out his hand, his expression extremely ugly.