Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Chapter 279: What identity do you have to control me?

Lin Zhiyi knew very well that she could not match his strength, and besides, someone might pass by in the corridor outside the bathroom at any time.

She didn't want anyone to see it.

She took a deep breath, pretended to be calm and nodded: "I'll go with you."

The man pulled her into the stairwell.

The wide-open window let in gusts of cold wind, and Lin Zhiyi shivered subconsciously.

Gong Chen calmly closed the window, leaned on the windowsill, and took out a cigarette box from his pocket.

This is his habit whenever he wants to smoke.

So Lin Zhiyi was not so self-indulgent as to think that he was afraid of catching a cold.

But the next second, Gong Chen did not light the cigarette, but just played with it.

He slowly raised his eyes and stared at Lin Zhiyi, his dark eyes were intense and cold: "I should have reminded you not to interfere in this matter."

Lin Zhiyi straightened his jaw, clenched his teeth stubbornly, and turned his head away to avoid Gong Chen's gaze.

"Interfere? Didn't you drag me into this? Isn't it too late to say that now? Are you going to let me just wait to be slaughtered?"

"So? Your counterattack is to secretly take photos and peek? If you are caught, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Lin Zhiyi said firmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cigarette in Gong Chen's hand broke, and the tobacco flew between the two of them.

When Lin Zhiyi came to her senses, the man was approaching her step by step, and he didn't stop even when he pushed her into a corner.

Until his warm breath fell on her face, his aura was overbearing and strong, as if to surround and block her.

Lin Zhiyi immediately raised her hand between the two of them and pushed hard twice, but the man in front of her did not move.

He held the cigarette butt that was about to break into pieces, staring at her with hidden restraint: "It has nothing to do with me? Then who does it have to do with? Sang Li? He knows that your mother is in the hospital, and you trust him so much?"

Lin Zhiyi was stunned, and stared at him angrily: "You followed us?"

"We? What's your relationship?" Gong Chen stared at her, unknown emotions surging in his eyes, and his tone was more aggressive than ever before.

Lin Zhiyi no longer avoided the question and looked directly into Gong Chen's dark eyes: "Friend, what is our relationship? Although I don't remember anything, everyone keeps silent about our past relationship. Why? Do you dare to say it?"

"Third Master, don't forget, I was kicked out of the Gong family, and you are not even my uncle anymore."

"You wouldn't admit it in the past, you won't admit it now, and you won't admit it in the future, so what qualifications do you have to control me?"

Lin Zhiyi's questions echoed in the stairwell, one after another, but the surrounding silence was eerily silent.

A cold light flashed across Gong Chen's eyes, and there was a paranoid sting in his sinister gaze.

He said hoarsely: "I didn't want to be your uncle in the first place."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat and his body subconsciously pressed against the wall.

Gong Chen looked at her steadily for a few seconds, lifted her hand, and put a mobile phone in her hand.

"Lin Zhiyi, don't get involved in things that you shouldn't be involved in."

Lin Zhiyi glanced at the phone and touched the empty phone in disbelief before she dared to believe that it was her own phone.

Her palms gradually tightened, and her fingertips were trembling as she opened the phone.

All the evidence she had just found was cleared away.

Lin Zhiyi's shoulders drooped heavily, and no matter how hard she breathed, she felt a blockage in her chest.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the two people's close shadows on the ground, and couldn't help but smile, but her smile and lips were cold.

There can never be a balance between them.

At this moment, in Lin Zhiyi's peripheral vision, a figure flashed through the crack of the door at the stairs.

She raised her head, took a step closer to Gong Chen, and put her hand on the collar of his suit.

"Third Master, why don't you let me take care of it? You don't have any idea about me, do you?"

"What do you think?" Gong Chen grabbed her hand, his eyes deepening, "Don't touch me."

"What are you afraid of? No one will see it anyway." Lin Zhiyi stood on tiptoe.

Almost at the same time, Gong Chen pinched her chin, pulled her close, and a low laugh escaped from his throat.

"Lin Zhiyi, my acting skills have finally improved a bit, but do you really think I care about others seeing it?"

After saying that, he kissed her.

Lin Zhiyi was startled and immediately said, "Miss Sang."

Gong Chen stopped and let her go.

Lin Zhiyi felt both sad and funny, and patted his collar: "Third Master, your hair is stained."

She looked at him, smiled and continued, "Third Master, if you can't afford anything, don't bother others. Otherwise... when people are pushed to the limit, they can really do anything."

She took advantage of Gong Chen's slight pause and pushed him away and left the stairwell.

As soon as I walked to the door of the VIP room, Sang Li and Sang Ran opened the door and came out.

Sang Ran was slightly surprised and asked, "Zhiyi, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?"

Lin Zhiyi really wanted to say that it was okay, but she could no longer pretend and could only clench her hands blankly.

Sang Ran noticed something and looked at her hands. She was startled when she saw something on her sleeves.

But before she could see clearly, Sang Li raised his hand and covered Lin Zhiyi's arm.

"I'll take you out for some fresh air,"

Sang Ran retracted her gaze and nodded: "You go, I'll wait for the Third Master."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi felt depressed and turned away.

It was only when she got outside that she discovered some tobacco shreds on her sleeves.

She looked at Sang Li and quickly explained: "This is..."

Sang Li interrupted with a faint smile: "Zhiyi, I'm not here to question you, I just think He Yao is not someone you can handle, he looks a little strange."

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips and asked boldly, "Do you think Mr. Wen is weird too?"

"Are you saying that she is too enthusiastic about your marriage?" Sang Li said bluntly.

Look, everyone can see that Wen Qing is targeting her.

Only Gong Chen asked her to endure it.

Why bother.

Lin Zhiyi looked at Sang Li and nodded slightly, wanting to see his attitude before deciding what to say.

Sang Li's smile had not faded, and he said softly, "When my mother died, I was already sensible, and I was a boy, so my father also asked me and my aunt to avoid suspicion. So in comparison, I am more grateful to my aunt. I am grateful that she gave Sang Ran a lot of feelings that we grown men cannot give."

Just a few words explained his relationship with Wen Qing.

I'm grateful but it's not like I feel any affection.

But he will take Sang Ran into consideration.

Lin Zhiyi said that she could understand, and after a few seconds of hesitation, she said, "I don't want to hurt anyone, don't worry."

Sang Li sighed and raised his hand as if he wanted to touch her cheek, but in the end he just smoothed her hair.

"Zhiyi, I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi suddenly looked up and met Sang Li's gaze.

There was a smile in his eyes, he was calm and composed, with a hint of tenderness in his phoenix eyes, and he just looked at her through the wind.

Like a dream.

Lin Zhiyi moved her lips and was about to speak when she heard footsteps nearby. She immediately stepped back politely.

Sang Ran walked out holding Gong Chen's arm and chatting with Wen Qing.

The He family mother and son looked unhappy, especially He Yao, who looked at Lin Zhiyi with eyes that seemed poisoned.

But he didn't say much. After a few casual greetings, he left with Mrs. He.

They didn't pay any attention to Lin Zhiyi at all, as if today they mother and son were here to accompany Sang Ran to try on wedding dresses.

Lin Zhiyi was too lazy to deal with them. After watching the two of them leave, he prepared to leave.

"I'll take you there." Sang Li suggested.

Lin Zhiyi didn't refuse: "Okay."

She followed Sang Li away, but the gaze behind her followed her like a shadow.