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

He Huailin was drinking coffee when he spotted Song Tang from the corner of his eye. His hand holding the coffee was hanging in the air and he forgot to drink it.

As a doctor, He Huailin subconsciously looked at Song Tang's chest.

For women, look at the breasts, and for men, look at the Adam's apple.

Song Tang's chest was flat at the moment, but still looming, much like a man's well-trained chest muscles. Wearing a suit vest and a white coat, plus a pair of straight and slender long legs wrapped in trousers, he looked abstinent and stylish.

Look up.

Song Tang's short hair has been taken care of, without styling, and is naturally fluffy, a perfect combination of abstinence and innocence.

The eyebrows were specially thickened, giving her a natural and heroic look.

Looking closely, Song Tang put one hand in the pocket of his white coat, lifted the cross and walked to He Huailin.

He Huailin said confusedly: "When did your Adam's apple... grow out?"

Song Tang: [The skin is waxy, so don’t touch it, it will fall off easily. 】

He Huailin: "..."

Suddenly I have nothing to say, so I’ll give you a thumbs up.

Through the reactions of the clerk and He Huailin, Song Tang felt that his outfit was not disclosed.

A few minutes later, Song Tang and He Huailin appeared at Lan Chang Club again.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The two of them did not negotiate with the men and women standing guard at the bar, but rushed directly to the secret door behind the bar.

This unusual move made the men and women on guard immediately rush over to stop the two men.

Song Tang held the medicine box and stood behind He Huailin.

He Huailin calmly took out Mr. Tan's membership card and showed it in the eyes of the two guards: "I am Mr. Tan's personal doctor. There are people inside who need rescue. If something happens if we don't let us in, you will be responsible."

The sentry man and woman looked at He Huailin suspiciously.

Unable to tell whether it was true or false, the woman turned her back and called Mr. Tan on the radio.

In order not to be eavesdropped, they didn't even use mobile phones.

But Song Tang had a way. Her hand in her pocket turned on the miniature signal jammer.

The woman's call was answered, but the intercom made a chirping sound. The male voice inside was intermittent, and it was impossible to make out what was being said.

Song Tang and He Huailin looked at each other.

Luckily for them, Mr. Tan was inside.

At this moment, the woman was still asking questions through the intercom respectfully and patiently, but the effect was not good. She didn't even hear a complete sentence.

The man frowned when he saw this: "Take him in first, it will really kill his favorite and cause another trouble."

The woman nodded and looked at Song Tang: "Are you the deputy?"

Song Tang nodded.

The woman looked impatient and said, "The chief will go in, and the deputy will wait outside."

Song Tang frowned.

He Huailin said: "First aid requires assistance. I can't do it alone. If my deputy is not allowed in, then I won't be able to save him."

In the stalemate, the woman hesitated and said displeasedly: "It's really troublesome. Let's go. I'll take you to see Mr. Tan."

Song Tang's eyes turned slightly, and he was keenly aware of the eye contact between the woman and the man when she turned around.

Song Tang remained silent.

The corridors of Lan Chang Commune are very long, and the floor and wall decorations are vulgar, inspired by private organs, and then extended in a bad taste.

Crazy Horse Embroidery is not half as good as here.

There are small rooms on both sides of the corridor, and there is movement in them. I don’t know what they are for.

Going further inside, you can hear all kinds of unspeakable screams.

"Here." The sentry woman stopped in front of a room door, stretched out her hand to push it open, and then stood aside, meaning to let the two of them go in by themselves.

He Huailin walked in without stopping, but Song Tang glanced at the woman when he entered.

A malicious smile appeared on the woman's face and she closed the door.

Then he twisted his waist and returned to the bar proudly.

The sentry man said: "Done?"

"Of course." The woman didn't take it seriously: "Can those people raised by big bosses have a chance to miss? In a few minutes, their screams will be heard." "I thought I could get away with the membership card. , do you really think I have two eggs under my eyebrows?"

The woman sneered: "Collect their bodies tomorrow morning."

At this moment, the small room.

Song Tang stood in front of him with his arms spread wide.

He Huailin held the medicine box in both hands and huddled delicately behind her, weak and helpless.

A few tall, muscular men across from me wiped the blood from their faces.

He spat blood on the ground fiercely: "Fuck him!"

Song Tang pushed He Huailin back with his backhand, sprinted forward without looking back, jumped up and kicked down a man who was showing off his chest muscles!
Then she glared sharply, kicked the man to boost her strength, and then spun in the air, clamping a pair of long legs directly on the neck of another strong man, and with a fierce swing of her upper body, she knocked the strong man to the ground.

The scene was so tragic that He Huailin couldn't even see it.

He squatted on the ground and covered his eyes with his hands. After thinking for a while, he spread his fingers apart a little. He looked left and right and saw a cabinet next to him. He squatted and moved over, then got into the cabinet.

As soon as he closed the cabinet door, he heard a loud bang and someone was thrown onto his cabinet door.

The door can't be pushed open and I can't get out.

He Huailin: "..."

He Huailin opened the sleeves of his white coat, looked at his luminous watch, and counted down: "...54, 53, 52...9, 8, 7..."

Before He Huailin finished reading, the cabinet door was opened by someone.

He looked up suddenly and saw a handsome man squatting down and leaning in front of the cabinet door.

Who else could be such a handsome man?

Song Tang raised his fingers at He Huailin, then tilted his chin to signal.

It means: It’s all done, come out.

He Huailin walked out of the cabinet with a quick stride, standing like a poplar. He reached out to dust the wall in the closet and said, "It's five seconds faster than before."

Song Tang glanced at him speechlessly.

Stop pretending and leave quickly.

After Song Tang turned around, He Huailin patted his chest and exhaled, then quickly followed.

Song Tang was walking and typing when he saw He Huailin catching up and holding up his cell phone to show him.

[It has been seven years, and you have learned nothing about self-defense. 】

After He Huailin finished reading, he touched his nose awkwardly.

He Huailin followed Song Tang and glanced at her walking posture with one hand in her pocket.

"Who did you learn to walk like this from? I suggest you don't walk like this."

Song Tang was puzzled.

He Huailin: "It's [-] to [-] yuan. It's easy to get beaten when you go out."

Song Tang paused in his steps and almost had the same hand and foot.

Who did she learn this way of walking from?

Song Tang remembered.

Isn't this posture the same as Zhou Si's original posture?

Song Tang recalled the way Zhou Sizhao walked like this and nodded in agreement.

It really deserves a beating.

Agree with it, Song Tang still walked very fast.

According to Song Tang's guess, the distinguished guests would not be on the first floor.

Song Tang walked into the elevator, then clicked on each staircase, and then looked down at the ground every time the door opened.

"What are you looking at?" He Huailin was confused.

Even though He Huailin was a top student himself, he had to admit that his brain was not as good as Song Tang's and he couldn't guess her brain circuits.

Song Tang looked down at the ground and turned the phone screen to him: "Look at the indentation, I'm looking for an acquaintance."

"An acquaintance? Who is it? Why are you looking for it on the ground? Did he leave marks when he walked?"