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

The sea water was too cold, and Song Tang and Zhou Sitai soaked in it for too long.

Song Tang was still in her menstrual period, and she was afraid that she might get sick. Song Tang even prescribed a dose of medicine for herself.

Zhou Siyi went out after changing his clothes.

Han Zong followed Zhou Sihui's footsteps: "Boss, Dongfang Yi ran away on a motorboat. Do you want to chase him?"

Zhou Si'ai raised the corners of his lips and walked to the deck.

Sure enough, he saw a motorboat going further and further away. Dongfang Yi stepped on the motorboat like a drowned rat and yelled: "Zhou Siyi, just wait for me, I will come back again!"

Zhou Si'ai stretched out his hand: "Arrow."

Han Zong handed him a heavy mechanical bow and arrow. The arrow had a barb and the tail of the arrow trailed a rope.

This kind of bow and arrow is generally used to catch large fish, and young whales can be dragged ashore alive if they are hooked.

Zhou Sikai tilted his head, drew his bow and pointed the arrow tip at Dongfang Yi.

From a distance of more than ten meters, everyone could see Dongfang Yi panicking, ducking down to find a hiding place in the motorboat, for fear of being shot through by Zhou Sihui.

Zhou Sihui changed his direction slightly and let go!

With a whoosh, an afterimage passed before his eyes.

boom!

The steel arrowhead of the bow and arrow actually got stuck in the propeller of the motorboat. The two fought and broke off!

The motorboat lost power, struggled on the sea surface for a while, and turned over.

Dongfang Yi was thrown off the boat, and the dog crawled on the motorboat, like a bereaved dog, too cold to cry.

Zhou Silu felt happy, threw the bow and arrow to Han Zong, and then turned back to the room.

Dongfang Yi is both playful and fun-loving, so there is nothing to fear, but the family behind him is really powerful and difficult to deal with.

There was no need for Zhou Siyi to get into trouble with the Dongfang family for a weakling.

When he opened the door, Zhou Sizhen smelled the smell of medicine.

Especially smelly.

But he didn't show any disgusted expression. Instead, he stayed there and studied it for a moment.

"I seem to have smelled this medicine somewhere before." Zhou Sitai walked into the room.

I saw Song Tang sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his face stripped naked and as white as a little bear like a glutinous rice ball.

The puppy Xiong was lying on his stomach, and Song Tang pinched his tender white back with his hands, rubbing out purple-red bruises bit by bit.

The little guy's big painful eyes were filled with tears, and he kept cursing in his mouth. His short and fleshy hands and feet kept struggling in the air, like a bastard who couldn't turn over.

Zhou Sihui walked over and sat down next to Nai Tuanzi. Seeing that he was as fat as pudding, he became playful and reached out to flick Nai Tuanzi's chubby cheeks.

"Wow!" Naituanzi cried louder.

Song Tang: "..."

Worried that Zhou Sizhen might attack him again, Song Tang pushed him away and said, "Drink the medicine quickly. It will keep you away from the cold."

Zhou Sihui pinched the other side of the milk dumpling's face and said, "I won't drink it."

He would rather be sick than take medicine.

Song Tang said quietly: "Long-term low temperature environment can cause male dysfunction."

Zhou Si'ai pinched his face with his hands, stood up and went to drink medicine.

Song Tang conveniently moved the puppy Xiong to a place where he could not reach him, so as to avoid being poisoned by him again.

Zhou Si'ai picked up the Chinese medicine and put it to his mouth, but he didn't drink it for a long time: "I have drank this medicine before."

But he couldn't remember when he drank it.

He doesn't usually take much medicine, and even less traditional Chinese medicine, so he has an impression.

Song Tang looked a little guilty, and then said casually: "Chinese medicines all have the same taste. They are pretty much the same."

Zhou Siyi couldn't remember it, so he drank.

And tomorrow, the third day of the Lunar New Year, is the day of the old man’s funeral. There is still an uphill battle to be fought.

Song Tang looked at the little bear who had just had Sha scraped and cried until he fell asleep.

"Is there no news from the police station yet?"

Zhou Sihui swallowed the last sip of the Chinese medicine, which was so unpleasant that his facial features wrinkled together.

He shook his head.

Song Tang muttered: "How could such a good child really be abandoned by his biological parents..."

Zhou Sihui said: "If no one is looking for her anymore, find someone to adopt her or send her to an orphanage."

Song Tang has never given birth, so she can't always carry a child.

Song Tang glanced at the sleeping puppy Xiong with a flushed face.

It is always easy for people to develop feelings for weak and soft creatures.

Pitiful.

Big Year.

The funeral ceremony of the Zhou family was extremely loud.

Centered on the Zhou family, the ten-mile long street was lined with white wreaths and elegiac couplets.

The Zhou family was newly mourned, and tycoons from all walks of life in Beijing showed up one after another. Xu Wanli was very busy.

As the grandson of the Zhou family, Zhou Jiashu needs to maintain the etiquette and respectability of the Zhou family.

At this moment, he was dressed neatly and formally, but he did not appear in the mourning hall, but in the hidden side room, furious.

"The child has been missing for three days, and you are just talking about it now!"

The nanny who was taking care of the child was so frightened that she knelt on the ground and trembled to excuse herself: "That little bastard must have been naughty and went to sleep in a hay nest somewhere. I thought I could find it..."

"He is a baby who is less than one year old and needs to be fed! How can he be left alone for three days? He must have been taken away by someone!"

The nanny was so frightened that she kowtowed to Zhou Jiashu: "I really didn't mean to lose him. Master, please give me another chance!"

Zhou Jiashu didn't know what these servants were thinking. They knew that the child was not important, so they were lazy. Who knew that the child crawled away on his own.

There is no point in venting anger now, finding the child is the most important thing.

Zhou Jiashu said: "If someone picks up a child, they will be sent to the police station. You go to the police station and call the police. If you still can't find the child, I will skin you!"

"Ah?" The nanny was so frightened that she almost cried and ran away to the police station to report the incident.

Zhou Jiashu came out of the side room and adjusted his expression. His expression was sad, but he still had half of the arrogance he had just now.

Mrs. Ji was wearing a dark Chinese cheongsam with a pearl and ruby ​​tassel hanging around her neck. Although she had a smile on her face, her attitude as a person who had always been in power had long imbued her with an aura of calmness and self-respect.

Mrs. Ji was held by Ji Rou's arm, and on the left stood Ji Yingzhuo, the head of the Ji family.

Zhou Jiashu stepped forward and shouted respectfully and kindly: "Grandma Ji, you have a leg problem. Please come and run there yourself."

Ji Yingzhuo went aside to light incense.

Mrs. Ji patted Zhou Jiashu's shoulder kindly: "Your grandfather and I have been friends for many years. When he goes away, no matter whether we are friends or opponents, I will always give him a gift. Our generation will slowly have to make up for it. Here you go."

"Grandma Ji, don't say such things, you are in good health." Zhou Jiashu said with red eyes.

"Grandma." Ji Yingzhuo offered the incense.

Mrs. Ji took the incense, and Ji Yingzhuo and Ji Rou stood on either side behind her. After Mrs. Ji finished bowing and offered the incense, the two of them bowed again.

After offering incense, Mrs. Ji was about to take her seat, but she stopped a step and asked Zhou Jiashu: "Why haven't you seen your brother?"

Zhou Jiashu sneered in his heart. The arrogant Zhou Sihui didn't even come to his grandfather's funeral. He was really not afraid of being poked in the back.

Zhou Jiashu looked sad and smiled bitterly: "My brother is busy with work and has many things to do. He may be delayed by some difficult things and has no time to attend my grandfather's funeral."

The dead are great!

What work could be more important than his grandfather's funeral?

Zhou Jiashu's voice was not quiet, and there were many people in the mourning hall. As soon as he said these words, Zhou Sizhu's reputation as a cynical and cynical master of the world was further confirmed.