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

Chapter 129 If we talk about strange men, you are the first one

Zhuo Yijing stared at her quietly, his eyes deep and dark.

He pursed his lips, looked calm, and remained silent for a long time.

"Why are the things I gave Yi Xun here with you?"

Sangzhi took a deep breath, looked into his indifferent eyes, and gritted his teeth.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Miss Sang, I don't understand what you are talking about."

He looked at her, calmed his expression, and his tone was cold and distant.

"Do you know Yixun? Is he still alive?"

"Or...are you Yixun?"

"..."

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly, and he raised his eyes, "I don't know Ji Yixun you are talking about, and I am not interested in knowing him. As for whether I..."

"Don't you know if I am?"

Zhuo Yijing sneered, his eyes full of ridicule and contempt.

Sangzhi clenched her palms tightly, her voice was a little hoarse, and she felt her throat was a little tight, which was so painful that she couldn't speak.

"Where's the pen... Here are my and Yixun's names, which were the words I had someone engrave..."

"Do you know where Yixun is? Do you know him? He is still alive...right?"

Sang Zhi's eyes were red, tears rolled down her cheeks, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips. She looked at Zhuo Yijing, her vision blurred by tears.

Her face was extremely pale, and her shoulders were twitching up and down.

"He must still be alive. Why doesn't he want to see me...I've been waiting for him for so many years...Can you tell me why?"

Zhuo Yi stared at her longingly, his eyes cold and dark, he curled his lips, his smile did not reach his eyes.

"Miss Sang, I don't understand what you are talking about. It's too late, you go up. It's too late today, so I won't go up."

Zhuo Yijing smiled, with a lazy and leisurely expression. He reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes with gentle movements.

Sang Zhi suddenly grabbed his hand, her lips trembled slightly and her voice was hoarse.

"Mr. Zhuo, please..."

Zhuo Yijing stared at her, his phoenix eyes half-squinted, the smile on his face clearly visible. He pursed his lips, his eyes darkened, his expression distant and indifferent.

Zhuo Yijin calmly withdrew his hand. He frowned, feeling extremely irritated. He subconsciously touched his pocket. He just took out the cigarette case and glanced at the crying pear blossoms and rainy mulberry branches beside him. His face became even more ugly. .

He threw the cigarette case directly in the locker.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly.

"Go back."

Sangzhi didn't respond, just kept sobbing.

Zhuo Yijing felt even more irritable.

He took out his cigarette case again, picked up his cell phone and got out of the car.

Sang Zhi lowered his eyelids and clenched his hands tightly.She raised her eyes and saw Zhuo Yijin standing under a tree not far away, holding a cigarette between his fingertips. The smoke was so thick that she couldn't see his deep and clear face clearly.

Sangzhi lowered his head, glanced at the pen in his hand, and slowly tightened his grip.

Zhuo Yijing knew her affairs so well. If he didn't know Yixun, then...he was Ji Yixun.

No wonder Zhuo Yijing gave her a different feeling. No wonder some of Zhuo Yijing's unconscious behaviors were like some of Ji Yixun's habits before.

She was sure now.

The corpse of Ji Yixun eight years ago must be fake.

As for whether Zhuo Yijing was Ji Yixun, she had to find out.

Sang Zhi raised his eyes and looked at the tall and handsome man not far away with a complicated expression.

She squeezed the pen in her hand and her eyes darkened.

After a while, Sang Zhi frowned when she saw that he was still smoking. She opened the door and walked towards him slowly.

"Smoking...is bad for your health."

Sangzhi pulled her lips and whispered.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips. He suddenly put out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can nearby, looking at her with a dull expression.

"Anything else? Why don't you go upstairs?"

Zhuo Yijin spoke coldly.

"Mr. Zhuo, I just lost my temper. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have messed with your things and questioned you..."

Sang Zhi spoke hesitantly, carefully observing Zhuo Yijing's expression as he spoke.

Zhuo Yijin's face was cold.

He raised his eyes slightly, his eyes darkened, and said.

"It's too late, you go up and sleep. I'm sober now. I'll stay in the car for a while. You can help me bring Zhuo Ziyue down tomorrow morning."

Hearing him avoid talking, Sang Zhi pursed her lips and said, "How about..."

She paused.

"You should go up and have a rest. It's not comfortable to fall asleep in the car." Sangzhi whispered.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and looked at her quietly without saying a word, his dark eyes rolling on her face.

"Ms. Sang, you are so generous when you invite a strange man to your home."

His tone was slightly sarcastic.

Sangzhi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"I just……"

"Please me? Do you want me to tell you everything I know?" Zhuo Yijing sneered, his eyes dark and treacherous, with a hint of chill.

"I didn't mean that."

Sang Zhi frowned.

Zhuo Yijing's "bad" tone, and the words he said to her before...how could he be Yi Xun?

Ji Yixun was never willing to say harsh words to her.

Sangzhi laughed to himself.

The two stood still.

Zhuo Yijing said nothing, turned around and silently entered the corridor.

Sangzhi was stunned for a moment, as if she heard his weak sigh. Seeing this, she quickly chased after him.

Sang Zhi opened the door gently and went to the bedroom after changing her shoes. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Zhuo Ziyue was not awake yet.

She turned around and saw Zhuo Yijing taking off his suit jacket and lying down on the sofa consciously. Her sofa was a bit small and not long enough. Zhuo Yijing was too tall and looked out of place sitting on the sofa.

Sang Zhi took a step forward and whispered: "Otherwise, you can go sleep in Sang Yun's room."

"I'm mysophobic and don't like things that other people have slept on."

"Sang Yun also slept on the sofa before, and Xie Fengyi also slept on it..."

Sangzhi spoke hesitantly.

"..."

Zhuo Yi's face suddenly sank, he raised his eyes and stared at her with dark eyes, and said, "No wonder you can make Mrs. Xie faint."

Sang Zhi's face was a little red. She looked at Zhuo Yijing awkwardly, "The sofa is a bit small, but it's okay. It's better than being in the car."

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijin responded calmly.

"Miss Sang is so nice to strange men? Can a strange adult man come to your house to spend the night casually?"

He pursed his lips.

Sangzhi pulled her lips and said in a deep voice: "No one else has been in my house."

"The words of a strange man..."

"Not counting your son, you should be the first."

After Sangzhi finished speaking, he entered the bedroom.

Zhuo Yijing raised his eyes, looked at the closed door, and squinted his eyes, his eyes dark.

Sang Zhi closed the door and leaned against it. She subconsciously covered her heart. She could feel her heart beating very hard.

Sang Yun said... Zhuo Yijing gave him a very familiar feeling.

In fact, she also had a vague feeling of familiarity.

But she was certain that she had never seen Zhuo Yijing before.

Where does this sense of familiarity come from?

Sangzhi sighed softly, clutching the hem of his clothes with his palms.

She glanced at the cute little face on the bed that looked similar to the man outside, and her emotions were even more complicated.

Ji Yixun.

Zhuo Yi longs for it.

Sangzhi recited these two names silently in his heart.

After she lay down, she tossed and turned. She really couldn't sleep, so she had to take out her computer and enter the name [Zhuo Yijing] in the search engine.

There is very little information.

Nothing can be found at all.

Sangzhi searched [Tangcheng Zhuojia] again, but still found nothing.

Ji Yixun had an accident eight years ago.

That fire...

Sang Zhi frowned.

Did Ji Yixun know Zhuo Yijing?

Or is the corpse of "Ji Yixun" actually the real Zhuo Yijing?

Then because Ji Yixun was burned in the fire and had plastic surgery, he lived as Zhuo Yijing?

Well...it's not impossible.

Sangzhi thought.

She is a little irritable.

If Zhuo Yijing and Ji Yixun are two people now, where is Ji Yixun?Why have you never come back for so many years? Even if you have hard reasons not to see her, you should see Aunt Ji and Niannian.

Moreover, Ji Yixun said that he would take good care of the pen.

How could it be... here in Zhuo Yijing?

Sang Zhi reached out and scratched his hair, feeling even more upset.

But hers couldn't be wrong.

Ji Yixun must not be dead.

Sangzhi sighed.

Zhuo Yijing's "interest" in her was too sudden.

She didn't believe in love at first sight, especially for the heirs of a wealthy family like theirs, what kind of woman had he never seen before.

Sangzhi took a deep breath and clenched his palms.

She put down the computer and picked up the quilt on the table, only to find that there was no water in the cup.

Sang Zhi sighed and slowly got up from the bed. She tiptoed to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. After passing the living room, she found Zhuo Yijing lying on the sofa without a quilt or pillow.

Only then did she remember that Zhuo Yijing didn't say he needed it, and she forgot to get it for him.

The air vent of the air conditioner is facing Zhuo Yijing's position.

Sang Zhi glanced at the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room, then stepped forward to increase the temperature, and then found a clean and brand-new summer quilt from Sang Yun's room.

She walked over and covered him with a light movement.

She didn't turn on the light, but relied on the moonlight outside the window to see the man's handsome face clearly.

Sang Zhi frowned and slowly squatted down next to Zhuo Yijing.

"Are you Yixun?" she murmured.

The man closed his eyes and said nothing.

Sang Zhi asked and answered: "No... Yixun is very gentle."

Sangzhi sighed.

What happened in the past eight years?There was also the unexpected fire that year.

"If you are not him. Why...doesn't he want to see me? It's been eight years. So, am I the only one trapped in this?"

"I do not believe……"

Sang Zhi's voice was trembling. She was afraid of waking Zhuo Yijing, so she had to get up and go back to the bedroom.

When the door to her room was closed, the man on the sofa slowly opened his eyes, glanced down at the bedding on his body, his eyes were dark and deep.

He pursed his lips and stared at the ceiling with a solemn expression.

The night passed.

Both of them were tossing and turning.

Sang Zhi couldn't sleep at all. As long as she closed her eyes, Zhuo Yijing and the face of Ji Yixun that she had almost forgotten eight years ago would appear in her mind.

It wasn't until the alarm clock rang, it was time for Zhuo Ziyue to go to school, and Sang Zhi woke up the little guy that he felt sleepy.

"Zhizhi, I seem to be hallucinating. When I went to pee just now, I seemed to see my dad..."

Zhuo Ziyue leaned into Sang Zhi's ear and spoke.

Sangzhi: "..."

"Is it possible, you read that right. He is your father?"

Sang Zhi reached out and rubbed his head.