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

The next day, Song Tang slept until nine in the morning.

She didn't even open her eyes. She stretched first, and then she didn't know where it was pulled. She frowned in pain.

Damn Zhou Siyi.

Last night he tortured her in various ways, and even disliked her for getting his sleeves wet.

The thought of his new trick...shit!

Song Tang felt lazy and could barely sit up but was in no hurry to get up.

Zhou Siyi should have left long ago, and the puppy Xiong was also taken away by him.

There is a basket of shiny oranges on the table, with a layer of dew on them. They were obviously picked just this morning.

Song Tang was stunned for a while, then took out his cell phone and called Chen Jiaojiao.

Chen Jiaojiao said she went abroad to raise her baby, but in fact it was to avoid the ban.

Now the two of them are in a state of losing contact, so Feng Lu is anxious to get angry.

Soon, Chen Jiaojiao answered the phone.

"Tangtang, I'm so bored. Country M is not fun at all. My belly is still flat. Why doesn't my daughter want to grow taller?"

Song Tang said: "Did you vomit badly?"

Chen Jiaojiao nodded aggrievedly: "I can't eat anything, I'm vomiting yellow water..."

After saying that, Chen Jiaojiao cried again: "Don't persuade me to eat more, I really can't eat, and my nose is very sensitive, I can't smell anything, and I feel sick when I smell it!"

Song Tang looked at the calendar: "I will take the time to fly to see you and give you acupuncture to relieve your pain."

"I need an acupuncture..." Chen Jiaojiao said with a guilty conscience, "Then you'd better not come."

Yes, Chen Jiaojiao also inherited Mr. Chen’s problem of fainting from needles.

Song Tang coaxed: "It doesn't have to be acupuncture, there are other methods."

Chen Jiaojiao hesitated for a moment, then hummed, "Okay then, when you come, I'll treat you to dinner!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Tang thought there would be nothing to do in the past two days, so he booked a flight for tomorrow.

Then he lay down and slept until noon, then took the fruit basket and left the Ji family manor.

Song Tang went back to Zhou's house first and went to the bamboo forest to find Li Daozhong.

Unfortunately, Li Daozhong is not here.

Song Tang hung the fruit basket on a bamboo branch. When the bamboo branch tilted, a persimmon appeared in the fruit basket.

"Persimmon?" Song Tang picked out a small pearl persimmon. It was a little wilted, but it was bright in color and cute in shape.

Song Tang held it up with his hands, took a photo and sent it to Zhou Sitai: "Why is there a persimmon?" ]

I didn't seem to see any persimmon trees last night.

After waiting for a few minutes, Zhou Sizhen didn't reply.

Song Tang didn't wait any longer. He played with the persimmon and said, "Master is old and can't eat something so sweet. I'm young and I can eat it."

She swallowed the persimmon with peace of mind.

At the same time, Zhou Siyi did not see Song Tang’s WeChat message.

Because when Song Tang sent him the message, he had just returned to Tan Palace from the company, and then saw Liu Mian at the gate of Tan Palace.

Yes, Liu Mian was sitting at the gate of Tan Palace shivering.

She didn't know how long she sat there. Her face was pale from the cold, her eyes were half-closed, and she didn't know if she was still conscious. She huddled into a ball and her body was like a crumbling leaf, as if she would fall to the ground in the next moment.

Zhou Si'ai stopped the car and strode over: "Mianmian!"

Liu Mian didn't respond. It wasn't until Zhou Sihui called out for the second time that she suspected that she was hallucinating and looked up in confusion.

When she saw Zhou Si Tao's worried expression, she smiled palely and called out: "Si Tao..."

As he spoke, he could no longer hold on, and fell into Zhou Si's arms. When his consciousness was blurred, he murmured an apology: "I'm sorry, Si'i, I apologize on behalf of my father, I'm sorry..."

Liu Mian tilted his head and completely lost consciousness.

"Mian Mian!" Zhou Sizhen frowned, picked up Liu Mian and took her to the hospital.

Outside the emergency room.

Zhang Yuanmiao said to Zhou Sihui: "Her asthma has been caused by the cold, which is very dangerous."

Zhou Sihui took a deep breath and looked cold.

He asked Han Zong: "Even if she can't be allowed to enter Tan Palace, can't she be allowed to stay in the guard room? Do you have to let her freeze outside?"

Han Zong grievance: "We persuaded, Miss Liu didn't listen, she said that she had to be sincere, and she had to stand outside. We asked her to sit in the car and she didn't agree." notice me!"

Han Zong said: "I called, but I didn't get through. Please turn off your phone."

Zhou Sitai was stunned for a moment and then remembered that he and Song Tang were together last night and his cell phone kept ringing. He turned it off because he found it annoying. He was so busy that he didn't even touch his cell phone.

Han Zong speculated on Zhou Si's emotions.

The outside world said that the boss was only grateful to Liu Mian, but looking at his nervous and angry look now, did he really not have any extra feelings for Liu Mian after being with him for so long?

Han Zong thought to himself that maybe Song Tang was just the boss's passion and outlet.

Song Tang is like wine, it is intense but harmful to the body. Sooner or later, you will have to quit once the passion fades.

But willow cotton is like water, plain, gentle and inconspicuous, but irreplaceable and indispensable.

Han Zong nodded firmly, that was definitely the case.

He is really an excellent master of emotional dismantling.

Liu Mian is still being treated in the emergency room.

Zhou Sitai sat down on the bench outside the emergency room, his head lowered and his expression indifferent, not knowing what he was thinking.

After another moment, he turned on his phone.

Sure enough, many missed calls poured in.

Liu Mian called him several times at around seven o'clock last night. After he didn't answer, Liu Mian never called again.

At that time, Liu Mian was probably so scared that she waited outside Tan Palace all night, hoping to wait for him to come back and apologize to him in person.

Liu Mian is stupid.

But it's this clumsiness and sincerity that makes people heart-wrenching.

Zhou Si'ai has a strong sense of territory, and Tan Palace is his safe haven. Even Liu Mian has never been allowed to enter it in these years.

She asked once, but after being denied permission by Zhou Sizhen, she never mentioned it again.

Zhou Silai said in a deep voice: "Am I too harsh on Mianmian?"

"Ah?" Han Zong thought for a moment and said seriously: "You must have gone above and beyond in terms of human relations, but in terms of personal relationships... you are a little bit indifferent."

Liu Mian looks glamorous to the outside world, responsive to requests, and pampered, but in fact she is lonely and insecure.

Zhou Si'ai thought about it from Liu Mian's point of view. It was indeed very cold.

He gave her hope in front of others, but pushed her away behind others. Liu Mian's heart was tied to him, and this feeling of being pushed away...

He understands.

Zhou Si'ai thought, reaching out to open WeChat.

Song Tang’s WeChat message popped up first.

She rarely messaged him except when necessary.

And now there is only one unread message in the dialog box that belongs to her.

Zhou Silu clicked on it.

[Why is there a persimmon? ]

What was unprecedented this time was an insignificant sentence.

Zhou Siyi would definitely laugh when he saw this sentence before, but now, he is not in the mood to laugh.

Why is there a persimmon?

That's because when going down the mountain, Song Tang was walking in front and didn't notice a persimmon tree that had lost all its leaves passing by.

At that time, the persimmon was hanging on a high branch like a small red lantern. Zhou Sizhen caught a glimpse of it and secretly thought that Song Tang would definitely like it.

So he stepped on the thin and crisp branches and picked the pearl persimmons.

He didn't even notice that his arm was scratched by a branch. He just looked at the persimmon in his hand and thought that it must be sweet after being beaten by frost.

When Song Tang eats it, she will definitely narrow her eyes sweetly.

Like a cat.

But when he looked up, he realized that Song Tang had already gone down the mountain very far, and he didn't even notice that he had stopped and picked a beautiful persimmon for her.

Maybe it was because he was depressed, but Zhou Sihui's mentality changed a lot.

He clicked on the dialog box and wanted to reply to Song Tang's message, but he hesitated for a moment and didn't know what to type.

So he exited the dialog box again and turned to look at the emergency room.