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

Song Tang said hoarsely, "No."

Zhou Si'ai stared at her, the bloodthirsty light in his eyes fading little by little.

Finally, he lowered his eyes, let go of Song Tang, and turned over to sit on the seat next to him.

He lowered his head, breathing unsteadily, took out the last cigarette from the cigarette case, lowered the window and lit it.

The cold wind poured in through the car window, causing cold sweat all over Song Tang's body.

She uneasily tucked her messed up hair behind her ears with her hands, and sat awkwardly without daring to look at Zhou Sihui.

Zhou Si'ai took a long puff of cigarette and announced: "You can't leave until I let you go!"

Song Tang said nothing, fearing to anger Zhou Siyi again.

The car was very quiet, Zhou Sitai's cell phone vibrated, and the marquee kept on.

The old man of the Zhou family has just passed away, and there are many things to be done. I don’t know how many people are looking for him.

Zhou Sitai directly picked up the phone and threw it out of the car window.

He won't attend the old man's funeral!

Song Tang frowned and reminded softly: "Everyone in the capital is watching..."

Zhou Sihui said: "With my reputation, am I afraid of adding another thing to my reputation?"

Song Tang: "..."

There are so many lice that I am not afraid of itching.

There was another moment of silence.

Zhou Si'ai suddenly sat sideways.

Song Tang was so frightened that his delicate feet curled up.

Zhou Siyi looked at her in confusion: "What on earth did you see in Zhou Jiashu?"

Song Tang had an idea.

Father said that half of the contract is still with the Zhou family.

Now it seems that she can't get rid of Zhou Siyi easily, so who can she use?

Song Tang said: "There is a contract, which is the key to overturning my father's case. I have already obtained half of it from Xu Wanli, and the other half is in the Zhou family. Zhou Jiashu promised me to help me find the remaining half."

"Just because of this, you and Zhou Jiashu have such a big drama, Song Tang, do you want to be shameless?"

Song Tang's face turned pale.

Then a rush of heat rushed to her cheeks, burning her so much that she dared not look directly.

She couldn't explain what happened today.

Although his father didn't say it explicitly, Song Tang sensed that his father might know Zhou Si's life experience.

Her father would rather smear her reputation than cut off the relationship between her and Zhou Si'ai. He probably had some taboos.

Song Tang couldn't involve his father, otherwise with Zhou Sizhen's temper, he would probably use all means to force his father to explain the reason.

My father had a mild and stubborn temper. He didn't want to say anything, and even if he was killed, he wouldn't be able to open his mouth.

Song Tang looked at Zhou Siyi: "Are you angry? You care about me so much, do you think you have me in your heart?"

Song Tang asked sarcastically, but subconsciously clenched his hands.

She was actually looking forward to Zhou Si's answer.

She is not a piece of wood, she can feel the specialness of Zhou Siyi to her.

But doesn’t Zhou Si’e hate her?

Is it possible that feelings can arise from sleeping under the same quilt?

After hearing Song Tang's question, Zhou Si's expression dropped and he looked at Song Tang silently.

After half a minute, he said: "It's just easier to sleep, I'm not tired of playing yet."

Hearing this, Song Tang felt relaxed.

She was really worried that Zhou Sihui would fall in love with her.

For a person like Zhou Siyi, love and hate are equally terrible.

If he couldn't get rid of him, Song Tang wouldn't want to have anything to do with him at all.

Ten years ago, when she became an orphan, she told herself that she would not be bound to anyone.

She just does herself.

Emotions can short-circuit people's brains and make them do many stupid things.

Song Tang raised his eyes and said, "Let's make a deal."

Zhou Silu looked at her solemnly.

Song Tang said: "You quit the Zhou family first, and when I get the remaining half of the contract, whatever you want to do to the Zhou family has nothing to do with me."

Song Tang leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "I'm still yours, you can sleep until you get tired of it." Zhou Sihui snorted and laughed: "Why should I take such a big detour? I'll lock you up." Doesn’t it look the same when you wake up?”

Song Tang's expression collapsed.

Then she lowered her eyes, her soft lips touched Zhou Si's raised Adam's apple, and then sucked gently.

Zhou Silai's throat rolled, and the feeling of rubbing against Song Tang's lips was amazing.

Song Tang said solemnly: "There is a big difference between being active and being passive."

Zhou Silu snorted and laughed.

Suppressing his restless breath, Zhou Sihuo said: "You should be lucky that your period saved you."

Otherwise, he could make her faint several times just by saying these words to Song Tang.

Song Tang's palms were sweaty.

Her father really didn't want to take action, and if he did, it would cost her half of her life.

At this time, Song Tang's cell phone rang.

It's Xu Wanli.

The phone kept lighting up, making it dazzling in the car.

Zhou Sihui frowned, obviously annoyed.

But Xu Wanli kept talking, and her phone kept lighting up.

Song Tang could only answer the phone in front of Zhou Sitai.

Xu Wanli's voice immediately came from the microphone: "Where are you? You seduced my son and caused such a embarrassing drama, so you ran away completely!"

Song Tang didn't turn on the speakerphone, but Xu Wanli's voice was so loud that even Zhou Sihe could hear it in the quiet carriage.

Xu Wanli continued to output: "I usually pretend to be a chaste and fierce woman, but I am not ashamed at all. There are traces of you on Jiashu's body. Have you never seen a man so horny?"

Xu Wanli had been busy all day, and she used Song Tang as a punching bag for her worries.

Song Tang didn't let her go: "I'm not as hungry as you. You can still get pregnant at your age, and you meet more men."

"You! You bitch, I don't believe you won't come back!" Xu Wanli hung up the phone.

Xu Wanli didn't know anything about Zhou Jiashu's cooperation with Song Tingxiao. Like everyone else, she really thought that Song Tang deliberately set up Zhou Jiashu to gain power.

Song Tang is too stupid to rise to power in this way. Will she be able to raise her head in the future?

Xu Wanli thought gloatingly that it would be better if she couldn't raise her head. She would have more reason to tease her.

Now that the old man has passed away and his will has been announced, she and her son Zhou Jiashu are the eldest in the entire Zhou family. How can they not rectify the little Song Tang?

Song Tang hung up the phone.

Zhou Si'ai sneered: "Did you leave traces all over Zhou Jiashu?"

Song Tang said quietly: "I didn't do it. He has a mistress named Lu Junru."

Zhou Silu knew this.

Song Tang added: "The old man just passed away, and there will be no happy events for three years. Zhou Jiashu and I can't get married. Three years is enough for you to get tired of playing. By then you should marry Liu Mian."

Liu Mian is 25 this year and will turn 28 in three more years. If Zhou Si'ai doesn't marry him, he will really be sorry for her life-saving grace.

Zhou Sihui snorted coldly: "You are thinking about the long term."

Zhou Siwei got out of the car and walked around to the driver's seat.

He started the car and glanced back at Song Tang: "Remember what you said today."

Song Tang was slightly confused. She had said too many words today and she didn't know which sentence he was referring to specifically.

What did he want her to remember?

Zhou Si'ai drove the car to Zhou's house.

The Zhou family's courtyard was filled with white wreaths, and the huge black words "Die" made people feel frightened.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings.

Things have changed in the Zhou family.

When Zhou Siwei got off the car, Han Zong had been waiting at the door for a long time.

He had a coat in his hand, and when Zhou Sizhen came over, he quickly put it on him.

Zhou Si'ai strode into the mourning hall.

The old man's coffin was parked in the main hall of Shoukangyuan.

The younger members of the Zhou family are all here.

Zhou Sizhen walked to the coffin with great dignity, and Han Zong lit three sticks of incense on the candle and handed it over.

Zhou Sitai took it with one hand and inserted it into the memorial incense burner at will.

The elders of the Zhou family who were presiding at the side had displeasure on their faces and exchanged glances with each other.

This is disrespectful.