novelPairMe Chapter 159 Scars are a man’s medal
Chapter 159 Scars are a man’s medal
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Zhouyue International Hotel.
presidential suite.
The beautiful woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her slender white fingertips gently shaking the goblet, her posture lazy and leisurely.
Fu Zhixiao glanced at the drunken sleeping man lying on the sofa beside him.
The man was drunk and blurry, and he kept shouting "Zhiwei".
Fu Zhixiao reached out and pinched the center of his eyebrows.
Listen carefully to your words.
She could also hear the man shouting "mulberry branch".
The phone dinged.
Fu Zhixiao picked up the phone and looked at it.
Zhuo: [What you asked for has been sent to your mailbox. 】
She pursed her lips, walked to the bed, took out her laptop, and opened her email.
Fu Zhixiao clicked on "Resume" and looked at it.
What caught my eye was a photo of a girl wearing a ponytail.
Fu Zhixiao frowned, his eyes darkening.
Mulberry branches.
24 is old.
"Sang Qichen..."
Fu Zhixiao stared at the resume on the computer screen, frowning slightly.
Mulberry branches.
Fu Zhixiao murmured the name.
Then he glanced at Xie Fengyi beside him.
This Sangzhi... does look a lot like her.
The phone rang again.
Fu Zhixiao frowned, picked up her phone and looked at it.
z:【I found something very interesting. 】
Fu Zhixiao pursed his lips.
Soon, the man sent a photo.
After Fu Zhixiao clicked on the message and saw clearly what was on the photo, his expression suddenly changed and he subconsciously tightened his palms.
……
It suddenly started raining heavily in the middle of the night.
After Sangzhi heard the noise in a daze, he quickly got up and closed the window to prevent the rain.
But as soon as she arrived in the living room, she saw a figure standing next to the bed.
The man was tall and tall, and he was also closing the window.
Sangzhi was startled, thinking there was a thief.
However, he quickly reacted.
It's Zhuo Yijing.
Sang Zhi took a step forward, approached him, and asked him in a low voice: "When did you come here?"
"I've been here for a while." Zhuo Yijing walked to the sofa and sat down, calmly reaching out and pulling her into his arms.
Sang Zhi sat on his lap, still a little unnatural.
She asked about the strong smell of alcohol on the man's body, sniffed it lightly, frowned and asked, "Have you been drinking?"
"Ah."
The man responded calmly, with a mellow voice.
Sang Zhi glanced at the pillows on the sofa and said, "It's so late, why didn't you call me when you came?"
She tilted her head and met the man's sharp and deep eyes like obsidian.
The man stared at her, his eyes unconsciously falling on her soft lips.
The man's eyes were secretive.
"You are sleeping."
Zhuo Yijing's face was calm, his eyes fell on the pajamas she was wearing, and his big palm reached through the hem of the clothes.
The palms of her hands were a little cold, and Sang Zhi subconsciously shrank back, reaching out to block his hand.
She blushed.
"What are you doing!"
Sangzhi glared at him.
Zhuo Yijin pulled her hand away without changing his expression, pulled her body over and made her sit astride him, facing him.
Sang Zhi's face felt a little hot.
She suddenly remembered something and was stunned. She opened her eyes wide and stared at his sharp and cold features: "But, how did you get in? How do you have the key to my house?"
Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and said nothing, pinched her soft waist with one hand, and lifted up her pajamas with the other hand.
He gritted his teeth.
Pushed up her bra.
Then he lowered his head.
He buried his head in her chest.
Soon.
Sang Zhi felt hot, and vaguely felt that Zhuo Yijing had lowered the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room.
"Well……"
Zhuo Yijing bit her earlobe, his voice was low and hoarse, extremely ambiguous, "Keep your voice down, do you want to wake Zhuo Ziyue up?"
I heard him suddenly mention Zhuo Ziyue.
Sang Zhi thought of the sleeping little guy in the bedroom, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of shame. She stretched out her hand to push the man in front of her.
"..."
Sang Zhi quickly covered her lips to prevent herself from making a sound.
……
After you're done.
Zhuo Yijing held her to take a bath.
"What happened to you tonight? Is there anything unhappy?"
...It’s too fierce.
She couldn't resist it at all.
Sang Zhi reached out and touched his frowning eyebrows, speaking in a clear voice.
"fine."
Zhuo Yijing touched her face.
"Talk to her...what's going on?"
Sangzhi asked in a low voice.
"Having a temper." Zhuo Yijing said lightly, with an indifferent expression.
"Is she really pregnant?"
"Ah."
Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips.
"Sang Lingxue had a false pregnancy. It was Xinrong who bribed the doctor. She did every prenatal check-up for Sang Lingxue. The doctor who notified her of the miscarriage was the one they bribed."
Zhuo Yijin's voice was light.
Sangzhi frowned.
"It's true...I don't understand. Is it just to frame me?"
Sangzhi pulled her lips and spoke dullly.
Zhuo Yijing wiped her hair.
"She doesn't dare do anything to you."
Sang Zhi's eyebrows moved slightly, but she said nothing more. After a while, she said again.
"I went to the nursing home again this afternoon, my adoptive mother, and I was going to discharge her. But she still didn't like me, and she felt guilty for me all these years...she didn't want to live with me, and she didn't want me to take care of her. Alas."
Sang Zhi stretched out her arms to hug him and whispered, feeling a little disappointed.
Zhuo Yijing stretched out his hand and pinched her ears, his voice cold: "It doesn't matter, just listen to her."
Sang Zhi lowered her eyelids, sighed softly, and put her arms around Zhuo Yijin's neck.
"I feel... I'm very happy now. Everything is going in a good direction..."
"Ah."
Zhuo Yijing rubbed her head.
"The day after tomorrow is Sang Yun's college entrance examination, and I will go to his school tomorrow morning to move things for him.
In the afternoon... I have to go to the hospital to get medicine for my uncle and send it back to Chenyang.
I may not be able to take care of the belt tomorrow..."
Sang Zhi felt that she had an inexplicable desire to share with men now.
Listening to her talking about these trivial matters, Zhuo Yijing was not impatient, but listened to her sharing attentively.
"I'll take him back to the Zhuo family's old house tomorrow morning."
Sangzhi nodded.
"Are you... going back to Chenyang?"
Although it's not yet... the anniversary of Aunt Ji and Nian Nian.
Sang Zhi hesitated and looked at him cautiously.
Zhuo Yijing remained silent, shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "I won't go back now. Are there many opportunities in the future?"
Sang Zhi nodded thoughtfully, with slightly curved lips, took his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers, "Okay."
Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future.
"Go back to Chenyang tomorrow...I'll ask Qiu Yan to see you off." Zhuo Yijin looked calm.
"what?"
Sang Zhi was stunned and shook his head quickly.
"Don't... I can do it myself. I..."
"Qiu Yan gives it to you."
Zhuo Yiyan insists.
"..."
Sang Zhi curled her lips, but couldn't resist him: "Okay."
Sang Zhi curled her lips, snuggled into his arms, pressed her cheek against his chest, and drew circles with her fingertips on every scar on his body.
Finally it landed on the scar on my heart.
"Are these scars of yours...all acquired over the years?"
In fact, she had wanted to ask for a long time.
Sang Zhi felt a little distressed.
Zhuo Yijing thought for a while, "Almost, not quite."
Some were injuries he had sustained in the Golden Triangle when he was a child, and others were injuries over the years.
As for the scar on my heart...
Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and kept secretive.
He lowered his head and glanced at Sang Zhi's distressed eyes, his expression indifferent.
"Scars are the badge of a man."
"That man doesn't have any scars on his body? If you think he's ugly, how about I perform a scar removal operation?"
Zhuo Yijin said jokingly.
Sangzhi: "..."