novelPairMe Chapter 214 He has been lying to her, completely
Chapter 214 He has been lying to her, completely
"...You, you said..."
Sangzhi felt a little out of breath.
What did Zhuo Ziyue say?
Pictures of Elvis?
How ridiculous?
Did you see it on the table by the door?
There was only one photo on the table at the door, which was the photo of Ji Yixun that Xie Fengyi had thrown to her when he came that day.
"Ziyue, that... photo on the table by the door is not of Elvis, that photo is..." Sang Zhi swallowed, her heart hurting more and more.
She didn't know what to say for a moment.
Sang Zhi looked at Zhuo Ziyue blankly, his voice hoarse.
"Ziyue, you must have seen it wrong. The photo at the door is of a man named Ji Yixun, not Elvis. His name is Ji Yixun."
Sang Zhi repeated, looking at Zhuo Ziyue with dull eyes.
Zhuo Ziyue shook his head and frowned.
"That's right. That's Uncle Elvis. Elvis's Chinese name is Ji Yixun. Zhizhi, I can't get it wrong."
"..."
"..."
Sang Zhi felt that her heart was being pinched and her face was extremely pale. She clutched her palms tightly and her voice trembled.
"Ziyue, you said...that Elvis's Chinese name is also...Ji Yixun?"
Sang Zhi's face was pale and bloodless, and she pursed her lips, which kept trembling.
Zhuo Ziyue was a little stunned. He didn't understand what was wrong with Sang Zhi. He looked not very well.
Sang Zhi clenched her palms tightly and suddenly ran to the door. She looked at Ji Yixun's photo on the table and picked it up tremblingly.
In the photo, Ji Yixun is high-spirited, with picturesque features and wantonness and pride in his eyes.
Sangzhi suddenly felt that his heartbeat had stopped.
Elvis is Ji Yixun...
Elvis and Zhuo Yijing are good friends and acquaintances.
Zhuo Yi knows everything about her.
Zhuo Yi longed to spend time with Fu Zhixiao.
Zhuo Yijing fell in love with her and pressed on her step by step.
Italy danced with that Elvis.
"..."
Sang Zhi clenched her palms and suddenly raised her hands to cover her chest.
pen.
Ji Yixun's pen... why is it in Zhuo Yijing's hands?Why did Zhuo Yijing lie to her and lie to her that he was Ji Yixun?
Why……
Why is this happening?
Sangzhi suddenly felt in a trance.
She panicked and ran into the bedroom bathroom with the photo, her eyes red.
"Ziyue, look at him... is the person in the photo really... the Uncle Elvis you know?" Sang Zhi's voice couldn't stop trembling.
She clutched the edge of the photo, her expression extremely ugly.
"Yes. It must be Uncle Elvis. But..."
Zhuo Ziyue curled his lips and looked at her with a frown, "Uncle Elvis has been sitting in a wheelchair."
"..."
"turn out to be……"
"It turns out...it's really him."
It turned out that... the masked man dancing with him in Italy, that Elvis, turned out to be... the Ji Yixun she had been waiting for eight years.
He really didn't die.
Zhuo Yijing deceived her.
Thoroughly.
lied to her.
That Elvis.
Give her her favorite pink lisianthus flower.
He said, "Meeting you for the first time is like an old friend returning home."
There are also postcards included in the flowers.
It is handwritten above [Perfavore, ricordatidime.]
Do not forget me.Do not forget me.
Ji Yixun. Elvis.
Ji Yixun is not Zhuo Yijing.
It's that Elvis.
No wonder that night, she faced the man named Elvis.She would feel inexplicable heart palpitations, giving her an inexplicable feeling.
It turned out that it was just because of that Elvis that he was her Ji Yixun.
Sang Zhi clenched her palms tightly, her nails dug into her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain.
That little bit hurts.
Nothing compares to the pain in my heart.
"Zhizhi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Your face looks very bad. Did I just say the wrong thing and make you unhappy?"
Zhuo Ziyue frowned and looked at her cautiously.
Sangzhi pulled her lips stiffly, her eyes red.
She turned her head and looked at Zhuo Ziyue.
The father of this child cheated on her.
For the biological mother of this child.
Meng Yucen was right.
Zhuo Yijing also regarded her as Fu Zhixiao's substitute.
Tan Xinrong "warned" her, Xie Fengyi "admonished" her, and Meng Yucen also came to "stop" her.
It turned out to be true.
For Zhuo Yijing, she is Fu Zhixiao's substitute.In order to take revenge on Fu Zhixiao's substitute.
That man would do anything to achieve his goals.
He lied to her and said he was Ji Yixun.
How could he...
Zhuo Yi longs for it.
Sang Zhi bit her lower lip and smiled to herself.
She originally thought that Fu Zhixiao was her substitute because Zhuo Yijing was the Ji Yixun she loved.
But the facts were before her.
Zhuo Yijing is not Ji Yixun.
Then it all makes sense.
"Fake...all fake."
"fraud……"
Sang Zhi murmured to herself, her face turned pale. She glanced at Zhuo Ziyue lying in the bathtub and moved her lips, but she didn't know what to say.
Zhuo Ziyue looked at her with worry, his little face full of solemnity and sorrow.
"Zhizhi, don't scare me. Are you sick? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Your hands are bleeding..."
Zhuo Ziyue asked quickly.
Sang Zhi clenched her palms, raised her eyes to look at him, gently pulled her lips, her voice was hoarse.
"I'm fine, Ziyue, don't worry about me... I just thought of something else. Just wash yourself, and I... will take you out."
Sang Zhi whispered, picked up the bath towel hanging nearby and put it on Zhuo Ziyue.
Zhuo Ziyue suddenly didn't dare to say anything anymore and looked at Sang Zhi blankly.
He hasn't even washed it yet...
I haven't even used shower gel or shampoo yet.
I have been playing with little ducks just now.
but……
Zhuo Ziyue curled his lips, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
It felt like Zhizhi had just been angry and sad.She seemed to be crying.
Eyes so red.
He just mentioned Uncle Elvis, why is Zhizhi angry?
Does he want to order takeout later?
Isn't it... that won't work anymore.
A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea.They are all fickle creatures.
Sure enough, the old saying goes well.
Zhuo Ziyue sighed softly. He did not dare to speak anymore and could only obediently let Sang Zhi wipe and dry his hair.
Zhuo Ziyue was lying on the bed. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he saw Sang Zhi sitting by the bed, still looking dumb and stupid, looking at Uncle Elvis's photo.
"Zhizhi, aren't you going to sleep?"
Zhuo Ziyue spoke cautiously.
"...Ziyue."
Sangzhi tugged at his lips, his voice hoarse.
"Well..." Zhuo Ziyue blinked.
Zhizhi remembered it. Do you want to order takeout?
"Can you please not tell your father about the photo of your Uncle Elvis you saw at my house tonight, and the Elvis thing you mentioned in front of me?"
Sangzhi pulled her lips and whispered.
"I'm afraid your father will be...jealous."
Done.
Sangzhi laughed himself.
Ridiculous.
It was this.
Zhuo Ziyue nodded obediently, "Zhizhi, don't worry, this is our little secret, I will never tell my father."
"Thank you, Ziyue."
Sang Zhi responded blankly, and she slowly got up and walked out.
"Ziyue, you go to sleep first, I'll go sit outside for a while."
After saying that, without seeing Zhuo Ziyue's disappointed eyes, Sang Zhi walked out.
Zhuo Ziyue sighed lightly, with a look of disappointment on his face.
Sang Zhi walked into the living room, her eyes dull, and she suddenly covered her mouth.
She felt warmth in her throat.