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

"What did you get? Bring me here and let me take a look..." The old man was admitted to the ICU and was wearing a respirator. His mouth and tongue were dry, and he had to lick his chapped lips uncomfortably when he said a word.

I don't know whether it was because he was dying and had regained some kindness, or because he simply lacked strength, but the old man's tone of voice at this moment had a bit of the warmth of an ordinary grandson.

He stretched out his hand and squinted his eyes, because he couldn't see clearly what Zhou Sitai was holding, so he wanted Zhou Sitai to get it closer.

The once brave and cold-blooded Fang Longtou cannot withstand the erosion of time, just like many old people who are in their dying years.

Zhou Si'ai stretched out his hand and brought the urn closer.

But it was not close enough. Mr. Zhou could only stretch his neck forward, squinted and looked again: "It looks familiar..."

"Really?" Zhou Si'ai smiled, then suddenly let go, letting the urn fall to pieces on the ground.

There was a crisp sound, as if it hit Mr. Zhou's spine, making his whole body tremble.

He looked at the dust on the ground, his eyes widened, and his body became stiff.

Zhou Sihui sneered and said: "Mr. Zhou, you have clear ears and eyes, how could you not recognize that this is your wife's urn? You were building a tomb next to her urn and wanted to stay with her forever, so I I brought her to you."

Mr. Zhou was twitching because of the angry veins on his forehead, but he realized something late and looked up at Zhou Siyi: "What did you call me?"

Zhou Siyi sneered and repeated: "Mr. Zhou, is it possible to call you grandpa?"

Seeing Mr. Zhou's eyes widen in shock, Zhou Sihui added: "Are you worthy?"

Mr. Zhou didn't react for a long time, then he leaned back and leaned weakly on the pillow.

Jiashu, this idiot...

Overwhelmed, the Zhou family was destroyed...

Feeling depressed, Mr. Zhou coughed several times, leaving a fishy sweet taste in his throat.

Mr. Zhou closed his eyes and said wistfully: "My time has come, and you have vented what you should have vented. You and I can write it off and just let it go."

What he meant was that he would not reveal Zhou Si's identity. As soon as he died, no one would be able to use his genes to check Zhou Si's identity, even if an unpleasant sound came out.

It sounds like a good arrangement to keep it a secret and let Zhou Siyi continue to enjoy the Zhou family's favor.

But how could Zhou Siyi be as easy to fool as Zhou Jiashu?

"Mr. Zhou, I forgot to tell you something just now," Zhou Silu reached out and pulled down the cover on the table.

Mr. Zhou looked over with a sad expression, and he was so angry that his internal organs were about to spurt blood.

There is an urn here that is exactly the same as the one Zhou Sihui dropped just now!
  Zhou Sihuo said jokingly: "How could Mr. Zhou, who is such a calculating person, fail to recognize that the urn just now is a fake?"

Zhou Sihui glanced at the one on the table: "This is the real thing."

Mr. Zhou glared at Zhou Siyi angrily: "You want to threaten me with death?"

Zhou Sihuo said: "What did you do to my mother back then?"

Hearing this, Mr. Zhou regained his indifference: "Everyone is dead, it's just a jar of ashes. It's up to you whether you sprinkle it to feed the fish or raise it."

Zhou Si'ai knew this would be the result: "I don't attack women. It's you who are wrong. I'm only looking for you."

"I will put your wife's ashes in the tomb you have repaired and be enshrined by the descendants of the Zhou family. For yours, I will help you carry it to the stinking ditch and build a Bagua well to suppress it. You will never be reincarnated. I will let you two go We are not allowed to meet each other underground."

Mr. Zhou's silver teeth were almost broken.

When people are young, they don’t believe in Buddha or God, and their hearts are as big as the sky.

As I get older, I always think about praying to gods and practicing Feng Shui.

Mr. Zhou was like this, so he put a lot of thought into building his own tomb.

Zhou Si'ai dug up the Feng Shui master who was repairing Mr. Zhou's tomb at that time, and thought of such a damaging method. Mr. Zhou really couldn't keep his temper, and he looked at Zhou Sihui with a sinister look.

He knew that the surly Zhou Siyi could do it.

When a person dies like a lamp going out, who cares who is buried in the tomb?

Mr. Zhou glanced at the urn on the table, let out a deep breath, and compromised: "It doesn't hurt to tell you."

"You were born to a wild man from Meng Chu. No one knows who the wild man is..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, Zhou Sizhen got angry and grabbed the old man by the collar. The old man was so frustrated that his back hit the instrument hard.

I almost lost my breath.

Zhou Silai gritted his teeth: "How did the wild man get in! Did you do it! You have already tried the method you used on Song Tang on my mother, haven't you!"

The old man was choked so hard that he couldn't breathe. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Zhou Sihuo fiercely.

In the midst of the stalemate, a pair of thin white hands firmly grabbed Zhou Sizhen's hand and pulled him back.

Zhou Si'ai looked over bitterly, and saw Song Tang dressed in men's clothing standing in front of him.

He frowned: "Who are you?"

As soon as he asked the question, he discovered some details and stopped focusing on the man.

Instead, he let go of Mr. Zhou and calmed down.

Mr. Zhou coughed violently, and Zhou Silu sneered: "It's not that easy for you to die. I'll use the best medicine to hang you up. If you don't tell me, I'll ask Zhou Jiashu. I want to see if Zhou Jiashu's bones are too." As hard as yours.”

After that, he took Song Tang, who was pretending to be a man, and left.

Then a bodyguard came in and took the urn away.

After leaving the ICU and walking into the elevator, Zhou Silai turned back and looked at Song Tang.

"You dress like this, do you want to be more handsome than me?"

Song Tang was speechless.

But his mental strength is really good. Just now he was fighting with Mr. Zhou so much that he wanted to kill someone, but he turned around and joked with her again.

Song Tang picked up his cell phone and typed, showing it to Zhou Sihui.

Zhou Si'ao stood behind Song Tang, his head peeking over her shoulder.

Close to Song Tang's ear, Zhou Sizhen spoke with magnetism, which made Song Tang's ears buzz.

"Get it closer, I can't see it."

Song Tang wanted to say something to him, but he couldn't speak, so he could only say one more sentence instead of one less sentence.

He reached out and lifted the phone to his shoulder, wishing he could slap the screen in Zhou Sihuo's face.

Zhou Si'ai read the words on his phone contentedly.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and no one noticed that the elevator floor had arrived. With a ding, the elevator door opened.

Suddenly there was a short scream outside.

Liu Mian covered her mouth with her hands and stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes in disbelief.

Zhou Sitai smiled lovingly and rested his chin on a young boy's shoulder, and the boy held up his mobile phone to show Zhou Sitai. The two people behaved intimately and looked intimate, and they could tell their relationship at a glance!

Liu Mian thought about Zhou Sitai's falling in love with someone else. She even secretly felt that Zhou Sitai had a crush on Song Tang. She even regarded Song Tang as a competitor!
  But she never expected that her direction was completely wrong, so wrong!
  Her real love rival is actually a man!