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

Lu Junru held Zhou Jiashu's hand and stroked it lightly: "Women are meant to be controlled by men. You should let her learn to surrender and please you. Why should you let you accommodate her?"

"That's it?" He understands the truth. Isn't this impossible?

Lu Junru said mischievously: "If she doesn't obey, just beat her until she obeys. There is such a tutorial in psychology, it is very effective..."

Before Lu Junru could finish speaking, Zhou Jiashu shook off Lu Junru's hand: "With your brain, you can't think of a good move."

The last time he and Song Tang fought and almost strangled Song Tang to death is still vivid in his mind.

Song Tang is not an ordinary woman. She can be beaten or scolded at will. If you dare to hit her, she will pay you back ten times or a hundred times.

Seeing this, Lu Junru quickly said: "I know you are a gentleman and disdain these methods, so let's change our tactics."

"How about a hero saving a beauty?" Lu Junru analyzed: "Song Tang has been an orphan since she was very young. Women like her lack love the most. As long as you pretend to be nice to her, she will be grateful and grateful to you in return."

Zhou Jiashu raised his eyebrows and looked at her, as if he wanted to continue listening.

Lu Junru borrowed the pole to climb up: "If you don't want to hurt her, then take her to socialize and find some people who know how to play. How could Song Tang not be targeted by those dandies when she is so beautiful? Wait until Song Tang is bullied When she is at her most ruthless, if you step forward and protect her from behind, Song Tang will definitely look at you with admiration!"

Zhou Jiashu raised the corners of his lips and eyebrows slightly, feeling that what Lu Junru said was very interesting and feasible.

In my mind, I imagined Song Tang being bullied and standing up for myself. Song Tang clung to his sleeves like a kitten, huddled in his arms and begged in a low voice with tears in her eyes, don't leave her alone. it's here……

"Ha..." The corners of Zhou Jiashu's lips twitched.

Lu Junru watched his words and noticed that his mood had improved. She slid her hands to her shoulders and took off the nurse's uniform below her shoulders. She said in a low voice: "Jiashu, what do you think of the amulet I specially asked for you?"

A triangular embroidered bag was hanging around Lu Junru's neck, and the length was just caught in the gap on her chest. Zhou Jiashu only took one look at it and his blood started to surge. He reached out and pulled Lu Junru into his arms...

Early the next morning, Song Tang still didn't go to Zhou Jiashu's ward. She had a very bad premonition.

Zhou Jiashu didn't have many ideas. He kept putting off the matter of meeting her father, and Song Tang realized that something might have changed.

Although the old man is ill, his spies are not ordinary. They had a shootout and were injured in the Feixian Hotel. The old man probably realized the purpose of their coming to Feixian.

How could he let this happen?

Thinking of this, Song Tang took the ordinary elevator to the VIP ward on the upper floor with a lot of worries.

She actually came here last night, but unfortunately she didn't meet Feng Lu. There were bodyguards standing outside Zhou Sizhen's ward, so she had no chance to get close.

This time Song Tang walked out of the elevator and was surprised to find that there was no one outside Zhou Siwei's ward.

She looked around and ran to the ward window to take a look. When she saw someone lying on the bed inside, she opened the door and walked in.

The person on the bed was motionless with his back to her, and she didn't know whether he was asleep or awake.

Song Tang walked over softly, stretched out his hand and patted Zhou Sitai's shoulder twice: "Zhou Sitai?"

The other party didn't respond.

"Zhou Si'e?"

Are you still awake?
Before Song Tang could finish her thoughts, the man who was lying with his back to her suddenly turned over in excitement. When he saw Song Tang, his sleepy eyes widened suddenly, and then he pulled back: "Who are you!"

Song Tang was also caught off guard by him, and he subconsciously took a step back.

The strange man in front of me is not Zhou Siyi at all!

The strange man was frightened by Song Tang and thought that Song Tang was going to harm him. He rang the bedside bell and yelled: "Get out! What do you want to do to me! Are you sent by Lao Liu to assassinate me?"

"..." Song Tang came to his senses, turned around and walked out.

As soon as he came out of the ward, he met the nurse who was summoned by the bedside bell. Song Tang grabbed her arm and asked, "Where is the patient who lived here before?"

The nurse was anxious to see the patient's condition and responded: "If the patient is not there, he has been discharged." Song Tang was stunned, and the nurse had already entered the ward.

Discharged?
Discharged? ?

Song Tang's head was buzzing.

She risked her life to save Zhou Sitai, but Zhou Sitai was discharged from the hospital without even saying hello?
When Song Tang went back, his steps were empty.

She didn't believe in evil and hacked into the hospital's medical system. She couldn't find any hospitalization records for Zhou Sizhen, not even Han Cong.

really gone?
Song Tang sat down on the hospital bench, feeling like a fool.

Song Tang knew from the beginning that she would not be able to take her father with her when she came to Fei County this time, and Zhou Sizhen was watching the fire from the other side.

And Song Tang knew that Zhou Sitai had a clear distinction between grievances and repayments, so she deliberately allowed herself to be injured by Zhou Sitai, so that Zhou Sitai might feel guilty and help her fish out her father.

did not expect……

Song Tang took a deep breath: "Things without conscience."

After digesting his emotions on the bench for a while, Song Tang returned to Zhou Jiashu's ward with a fire in his heart.

Before entering, Song Tang heard hurried footsteps hiding in the bathroom, and knew who the other party was without even thinking.

Lu Junru was just a clown in Song Tang's eyes, and Song Tang didn't even bother to fight with her.

What she is looking for is Zhou Jiashu.

Zhou Jiashu was having breakfast, holding white porridge in his hand, when he saw Song Tang standing by the bed with a stern face and looking at him like a creditor.

Zhou Jiashu asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"In a word," Song Tang said without hesitation: "Take me to see my dad now, otherwise I will go back to Beijing right now, and you won't even think about seeing the city's senior officials."

Zhou Jiashu looked embarrassed. He put down the porridge and stalled for time: "Wait for me..."

Before Zhou Jiashu could finish speaking, Song Tang raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his cold expression having already seen through him.

"I'm sorry for not accompanying you." Song Tang put down these words, turned around and left.

She stopped pretending and bought a ticket back to Shangjing directly, and landed at Shangjing Airport that night.

It didn't matter if he wasn't in a beautiful mood, even the weather in Beijing was against Song Tang.

As soon as we got off the plane, there was sleet and sleet falling outside, freezing everyone to death.

Song Tang was wrapped in a thin coat and felt that the wound on his neck was freezing.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. After all, she was Zhou Sihui's savior, and she was still in such a miserable condition when she got off the plane.

Seeing everyone else getting off the plane being picked up by family and friends holding umbrellas, Song Tang stood in the cold wind like a homeless stray cat.

She definitely didn't want to go back to Zhou's house.

Thinking that Fang Shuo had said yesterday that Jiaojiao was back, Song Tang took out his mobile phone and called her.

As a result, the phone kept ringing until it automatically hung up, and Chen Jiaojiao didn't answer it.

This guy has been avoiding her since he suddenly got married to Wu Fei, as if it was embarrassing to meet her.

Song Tang simply stopped calling her and directly picked up the phone, pointed it at his bandaged neck, and took a photo from the worst and most severe angle.

Then send it to Chen Jiaojiao!