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

"If I hadn't brought you a tow bottle, would I have been shot?"

"..."

With Zhou Si's skill, he could walk on his own, but who could walk with the useless Zhou Jiashu behind him?
But blaming Song Tang for this matter, Song Tang said that she would not bear the blame.

"Do you care about my request?" Song Tang replied: "Obviously you want to save yourself, so don't use me as an excuse."

Zhou Siyi: "..."

Zhou Silai gave a cold scolding and changed the subject: "Then you didn't dare to fight for Zhou Jiashu, even with bullets and bullets coming."

Song Tang almost didn't understand what he meant, but then he realized: "You don't think I came to you to save Zhou Jiashu, do you?"

Zhou Sihe had a cold face, and the expression on his face seemed to say: Isn't it?

Song Tang was speechless and took a deep breath: "Didn't Han Cong tell you that I met him and Zhou Jiashu before I went to rescue you? I was the one who healed Han Cong's injuries."

After Song Tang finished speaking, he reacted: "But Han Cong lost too much blood and fainted. Maybe he didn't remember that I saved him."

When Song Tang spoke, she was still lowering her head to help Zhou Sixin treat his wounds. Her casual tone seemed like she didn't care that Zhou Sixin misunderstood her.

Zhou Xing looked at her side face, turned his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "Then you have met Zhou Jiashu, why don't you just take him away? If you had left him at that time, you would not have missed seeing your father. Chance."

If Song Tang had taken Zhou Jiashu away directly, he would not have been injured and would not have missed his father's whereabouts.

Speaking of her father, Song Tang's hand holding the tweezers paused, a look of loss slipped through her eyes, and she said firmly: "You are more important than Zhou Jiashu."

"!" Zhou Si's pupils opened slightly, almost suspecting that he heard wrongly.

But she remained calm and did not let Song Tang notice his gaffe.

Because he knew very well that Song Tang didn't have any feelings for him between men and women, and the importance she mentioned was only in terms of interests.

As expected, Song Tang continued: "Zhou Jiashu can only help me determine the location of my father. Only you can free my father."

The light in Zhou Si's eyes dimmed, and he stretched his back and leaned back.

Sometimes Song Tang's frankness made him unable to answer the question.

But no matter what the reason was, even though he treated Song Tang so badly, Song Tang was still willing to risk his own life to save him, which made Zhou Silai feel a little warm in his heart.

He still had the same sarcastic attitude, but there was a hint of teasing intimacy in his voice: "When did you learn to shoot?"

Song Tang: "Huh?"

Zhou Sihuo said: "You shot Dongfang Yi very cleverly. It just passed through his lungs, so that he would not die immediately, but the serious injury could restrain the mercenaries. But if you directly killed Dongfang Yi, then It will provoke the mercenaries to kill us. You must have practiced that one shot to make him seriously injured."

The position of the shot is very particular. A little more shot may kill the person directly. A little less shot may only cause minor injuries and will not be taken seriously by Dongfang Yi.

Song Tang is a doctor, so she naturally knows the best place to shoot. No wonder she can hit it accurately with one shot!
If Song Tang had never practiced shooting, Zhou Siyi wouldn't believe it.

Hearing Zhou Sizhen's analysis, Song Tang exclaimed with a surprised expression: "How can you imagine so many plots from just one shot from me?"

Zhou Si'ai raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Song Tang cut the gauze with scissors, knelt beside the bed with his knees tucked up, got out of bed and mixed the potion and said: "At that time, I saw that the man was going to shoot you, so I fired a shot out of desperation. I didn't expect that I actually did it." It can hit."

As she said this, she smiled: "But hearing you praise me like that, do you think I have a talent for shooting?"

Zhou Si'ai raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face was both teasing and playful: "I'll take you to the shooting range later to play a few games."

Song Tang shook the infusion bag in his hand and said, "Okay."

She came over and made a simple stand with a clothes drying rack, then hung the infusion bag on it. After the needle was deflated, she asked Zhou Sitai: "Which hand is more convenient?"

Zhou Si'ai stretched out his right hand against the bed.Song Tang knelt down and gave him acupuncture.

But Song Tang’s nursing skills were not good, not before and not now.

It took two or three pricks to stop bleeding.

Zhou Si'ai raised her eyebrows, thinking that all her thoughts were spent on practicing other skills, and medical skills were probably her least capable.

Zhou Sitai raised his hand that had been stabbed with an acupuncture and examined it, wondering when Song Tang came into contact with guns, when he started racing cars, and when he learned hacking skills under his nose. Is it because of her extraordinary talent? Or was there someone teaching her behind the scenes?
Song Tang saw him moving around and reminded him: "If you move again, the needle will be used. If you turn around, you will have to switch hands to prick."

Zhou Si'ai showed her the back of his hand: "Look, it's pricked."

"..." Song Tang pressed his hand down: "Be patient."

Song Tang said: "You can take a nap while I look at the water."

Zhou Sihui closed his eyes and opened them again for a moment: "You are so diligent just to let me save your father?"

Song Tang remained silent, but his pursed lips and reserved light in his eyes said everything.

Zhou Sihui closed his eyes again and did not express his position. This time he really fell asleep.

It was a long sleep, and when Zhou Siyi opened his eyes again, it was already dark behind the curtains.

He raised his hand, the needle on his hand was removed and the tape was stuck on it.

Song Tang sat on the table nearby, supporting his forehead with one hand, his head lowered, and his mobile phone underneath.

Zhou Sitai pursed his dry lips, held the edge of the bed with his hands and propped up his upper body to sit up.

Song Tang didn't hear his movement.

Zhou Sihui got out of bed and stepped on the thick carpet on the ground, making no sound when walking.

He stood behind Song Tang, his tall shadow completely covering Song Tang's slender figure.

Zhou Sitai put it in his trouser pocket with one hand and turned his head to look at Song Tang's profile.

The phone on the table had been turned off, Song Tang lowered his head and closed his eyes quietly.

Fell asleep?
Zhou Si'ai pursed her thin lips slightly, moved her eyes, and slowly reached out to touch the hair on her neck.

The hair slipped smoothly from his fingertips, and the slight dragging sensation alarmed Song Tang.

She shrugged her shoulders and opened her eyes.

Zhou Si'ai calmly retracted his hand and let it hang by his side.

Song Tang saw the shadow on the table and realized there was someone behind him!
When she looked back and saw Zhou Si'ai, the guard in her eyes disappeared. She rubbed her shoulders sleepily and said, "When did you wake up?"

Zhou Situ said: "I woke up hungry, won't you cook for me?"

"Cooking?" Song Tang said, "I can only eat, but not cook."

She stood up and said, "I'll order takeout for you, what do you want to eat?"

Zhou Si'ai glanced at her: "Forget it, let's go out to eat."

Hearing this, Song Tang glanced at his injury subconsciously, but then thought about it, he couldn't just lie down and wait for recovery, so he didn't say anything.

Zhou Siyi turned around and went to get his coat.

When he picked up his coat, a shiny object fell out of his pocket. Gululu rolled to Song Tang's feet and stopped with a click.