On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Zhou Sitao rubbed his cell phone, waiting for news.

Here, Liu Mian didn't know if it was because it was too hot. He twisted twice uncomfortably, and his collar spread a little, vaguely revealing some things that shouldn't be seen.

Zhou Siyi naturally saw it. He stretched out his hand to pull her up, then stood up and went out.

Liu Chengye was drinking tea downstairs. When he looked up, he saw Zhou Siyi coming down: "Why are you down?"

"Mianmian is asleep," Zhou Silai glanced at Liu Chengye: "Find a nurse to watch over her."

Liu Chengye said sadly: "How can we find a nurse? You stay with her..."

Before Liu Chengye finished speaking, Zhou Sihui glanced at her coldly: "Liu Mian will get married in the future, so you don't care about her reputation at all?"

Liu Chengye: "..."

After Zhou Sihui left, Liu Chengye went upstairs.

Entering Liu Mian's room, Liu Chengye first put up the aromatherapy cover hidden under the table, then opened the window for ventilation, and finally pushed the sleeping Liu Mian: "Stop pretending, he's gone."

Liu Mian suddenly opened her eyes, the expression on her face was humiliating and aggrieved, and she was about to cry.

Liu Chengye sat on the chair where Zhou Sitai had just sat and sighed: "I see, Zhou Sitai doesn't have you in his heart at all. I even took out the incense sticks, but he was not moved at all."

Liu Mian sat up slowly and pulled up his collar. The expression on his face was still unconvinced.

She couldn't figure out why Zhou Siyi didn't love her. He was at his most energetic age and there was no woman around him. How could he bear it?
Liu Chengye said: "You are of the right age now, why don't you stop looking at other wealthy children? We don't have to be Zhou Silu. Just like what he said, if you become his sister, we won't be able to survive without his protection in the future." Very bad..."

Before Liu Chengye could finish speaking, Liu Mian resolutely refused: "No! I don't want anyone except Zhou Sihui!"

"Then what can we do if he doesn't nod!" Liu Chengye said irritably: "If you wait for another two years, you will become an old girl. What if those wealthy children don't want you?"

Liu Mian said nothing with a sullen face.

Liu Chengye continued to complain: "I would say that you should have gone to the extreme point just now and knocked Zhou Sihuo down directly. What's the use of just testing him?"

"You don't understand Si Wei. If I try to be tough, it will be counterproductive." Liu Mian raised her hand and rubbed her forehead with a headache. She had thought of everything she could think of, and now she really didn't know what to do.

In the quiet night.

Zhou Sitai was leaning on the hood of the luxury car, his long legs straight and slender.

He held the phone in his hand and turned it around in his hand.

At this time, the phone rang, it was Han Cong.

Zhou Sihui answered the phone: "Tell me."

"Doctor Song went out drinking."

"With whom?"

"Ji Chaomu."

"Him?" It was someone Zhou Siyi didn't expect at all.

He opened the car door and sat in with long legs: "Position."

"Hougang 357."

Hougang 357, box 204.

The lights in the box were dim, with only a few spotlights turned on.

Song Tang and Ji Chaomu sat opposite each other, unable to see clearly what they were doing.

Han Cong stood at the bar outside, observing what was going on there.

Then he picked up a bottle of good red wine and put it on the tray. He moved his chin and motioned for the waiter to deliver it to box 204.

"Just say it was given by the bar owner. Let's see what's going on inside. Go!"

The waiter dragged the tray with one hand to the outside of box 204 and knocked on the door: "Hello, the wine delivery person."

"Knock knock knock, hello?"

In the private room, Ji Chaomu asked Song Tang in a deep voice: "Did you order another drink?"

Song Tang closed his eyes, put a hand on Ji Chaomu's wrist, and said softly: "Ignore it."

Both pretended to be dumb.

The waiter tried twisting the door handle outside, but it couldn't be opened.Han Cong frowned: "Is it locked from the inside?"

The waiter said: "Yes, no one answered when I called."

"Okay, I understand." Han Cong threw a tip into the waiter's tray.

Not long after, Zhou Situ came over, and his turnaround rate was 100%. Zhou Situ turned a blind eye and walked straight towards Han Cong.

Han Cong stood up straight: "Boss."

Zhou Sihui glanced at his surroundings: "What's going on?"

Han Cong whispered: "The two people locked the door inside and didn't respond to calls. I don't know what they were doing inside."

Zhou Sihui looked at him with an unkind expression, stretched out his hand and said, "The key."

"Boss, is this bad?"

Zhou Siyi sneered: "Then I'll kick you away?"

Han Cong: "I'm going to find the key."

After a while, Han Cong took the key and ordered the waiter to clear out everyone on this floor.

Then the switch was pulled, and the whole floor went dark.

Zhou Siyi walked over and opened the door of the box with the key.

In the private room, the dim ambient light was still on, and neither Ji Chaomu nor Song Tang was aware of the turmoil outside.

"Sister Song Tang, I had a nosebleed after taking the medicine you took last time. Is it because of the supplement?"

Song Tang closed his eyes, moved his technique, and said softly: "Don't talk."

"Oh."

Song Tang frowned slightly. Ji Chaomu's situation was more complicated than she imagined: "What have you been eating recently?"

Ji Chaomu's diet is relatively regular. He usually eats at home and rarely eats takeout. During this period of time: "Grandma often asks people to make chicken soup for me, saying that autumn is dry, and drinking chicken soup will moisturize and not cause internal heat."

After Ji Chaomu finished speaking, he thought to himself that Song Tang asked him what he had eaten. Was there something wrong with what he had eaten?

While feeling uneasy, Song Tang asked again: "Does it taste good?"

"what?"

"Is the chicken soup delicious?"

Ji Chaomu Erzhang was confused: "It's okay."

Song Tang let go of his wrist and said, "Bring me some to try next time."

Although he felt that Song Tang was a little confused, it was not a big deal. Ji Chaomu said: "Okay."

After tidying up his sleeves, Song Tang said, "You should take the medicine I prescribe as usual. Nose bleeding is a normal reaction."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a click and the box door was opened.

It was pitch dark outside, and only the ambient lights in the box could vaguely depict a figure.

Ji Chaomu stood up quickly, feeling that the man was half a head taller than him, and he was as powerful as a rainbow.

"Who are you? How could you come in without permission? Hey..."

Before Ji Chaomu finished speaking, he was bumped by the man's broad shoulder and sat down on the sofa.

"Hey, you!"

Before Ji Chaomu finished speaking, he saw the man stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Song Tang's waist, taking Song Tang out.

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. Could this person be Song Tang's husband Zhou Jiashu?

Oh my god, looking at her husband's attitude, could he think he and Song Tang were here...

When Ji Chaomu came to his senses, the man and Song Tang had left, and the lights outside were on.

"Ji Chaomu!" Guan Shuxian ran in nervously and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ji Chaomu was still fine.

Seeing that Guan Shuxian was in a bad state, Ji Chaomu asked in confusion: "Shuxian, why did you come now?"