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

Song Tang said: "Listen to me."

Chen Jiaojiao realized that she had become emotional just now, so she sat back down and said with a guilty conscience: "I don't care about him, I just... I just..."

After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find the steps.

Song Tang did not expose her and continued to gossip: "Since you left, Feng Lu has been like a great uncle. He is moody all the time. When talking to people, he is either yin and yang weird, or he says nothing and has a straight face. Scary.

Finally one day, Zhou Siyi couldn't stand it any longer, and suggested that he should find someone to help kill you, so that the provincial regulations would stop barking everywhere..."

Hearing this, Chen Jiaojiao's eyes widened, she clutched her stomach and leaned back stiffly.

This is something Zhou Sizhen can do!

Song Tang raised his eyes and said jokingly: "What's interesting is what happened later. After Zhou Sitai finished speaking, Feng Lu got up and grabbed Zhou Sitai's collar and beat him."

"Huh?" Chen Jiaojiao was so shocked that she didn't even know she dropped the grapes in her hand.

She didn't expect this reversal!

"How could he do it!" Chen Jiaojiao looked worried.

Although Feng Lu and Shen Yu were brothers who accompanied Zhou Sitai all the way to start from scratch, in the end they both followed Zhou Sitai's lead.

This action broke up the brotherhood. How can we work together in the future?

Song Tang was puzzled: "He cares about you and your children. Is this wrong?"

"He can't even care about me..." Chen Jiaojiao suddenly reacted: "Tangtang, why did you speak for him?"

Song Tang looked calm: "No, I'm just telling the truth. He really hit Zhou Sihe."

Although her description was a bit exaggerated, it was pretty much the same.

Chen Jiaojiao rubbed the pillow in her hand tangledly: "That's not okay, it's a fact that he doesn't want me and the baby."

Song Tang didn't push her, and changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Are you hungry?"

"Hungry..." Chen Jiaojiao looked at Song Tang pitifully: "I feel so hungry. I'm even hungrier after eating grapes."

Song Tang said: "I asked the nanny to cook."

"Don't," Chen Jiaojiao grabbed her and begged: "The food at home is too bland and I can't eat it. I want to eat kebabs, hot and sour noodles, and roadside stalls! Oh, I can't think about it. I'm going to cry just thinking about it. saliva……"

Chen Jiaojiao shook her hand: "How about we go out to the snack street? I know a place full of Chinese food."

"Okay," Song Tang compromised: "You guys will listen to you more."

Chen Jiaojiao touched her belly and smiled.

food street.

This is a gathering place for Chinese people, with a night market and Chinese delicacies.

There were people from all countries traveling back and forth. Everyone spoke different words and passed each other.

Chen Jiaojiao pulled Song Tang and squeezed into a stall: "Stinky Tofu Stinky Tofu! I want to eat this!"

Song Tang stretched out his hand to protect her: "Don't squeeze, I'll buy it."

Chen Jiaojiao said: "I want it to be spicy, very spicy!"

Song Tang followed her, squeezed into the stinky tofu stall, and bought her a spicy stinky tofu.

"Why shouldn't it hurt your stomach if you eat something so spicy?" Song Tang looked to the side and saw someone selling porridge.

"Let her drink some porridge first, it will be better."

Song Tang walked to the porridge stall and said, "Boss, I'll buy a bowl of porridge."

"Okay." The boss had just put the porridge into his handbag when a voice came from behind Song Tang.

"Boss, pack a porridge for me."

This sound...

Song Tang turned his eyes and met Zhou Si's eyes when he walked to the stall.

Zhou Siyi didn't expect to meet Song Tang by chance. He was obviously stunned for a moment, and there was a flash of emotion in his eyes.

Before the two of them could speak, the stall owner picked up the last piece of porridge in his hand and said, "I'm sorry, the porridge is all sold out. I only have this last piece left. Which of you wants it?" "Si Hui, what's the matter?" Liu Mian was wearing a uniform. Wearing a white trench coat trimmed with white fox fur, holding a bunch of red candied haws in his hand, holding Zhou Sitai's arm, the two stood together, the man was handsome and the woman was sweet, very eye-catching.

"Song Tang? You've come to country M too." After learning the lessons from the previous times, Liu Mian now behaved very friendly in front of Zhou Siyi.

Song Tang hummed, without looking at Zhou Sitai, and directly reached out to pick up the packed porridge.

"Boss, I want the porridge first, and I've already paid for it."

First come, first served, as it should be.

Liu Mian said nothing. She lowered her head and coughed dully. The cough got heavier and heavier, and she wanted to cough out her lungs.

Zhou Si'ai frowned.

Liu Mian was still ill. She couldn't get used to the food of country M, and she could only eat light food. However, there were few stalls selling porridge, and the only one left was the bowl in Song Tang's hand.

It's just a bowl of porridge. As long as Zhou Si'ai wants it, he can get it.

But for some reason, when he saw Song Tang's stranger's attitude, he wanted to cause trouble.

"Song Tang, Mianmian is sick and needs a light diet. Give her the porridge."

Song Tang stopped: "What does her illness have to do with me?"

Zhou Si'ai frowned: "Do you insist on fighting with her?"

Song Tang said nothing.

But she thought in her heart that if Zhou Sizhen insisted on supporting Liu Mian, she would have to let him go even if it was just a portion of porridge.

In that case...

Song Tang raised his hand: "Then give it to you."

"Thank you." Liu Mian smiled, but there was pride in his eyes.

She reached out to take the handbag. Song Tang retracted her hand, but quickly hooked the rope on the handbag with her fingers.

Liu Mian didn't check, and the handbag fell to the ground and tipped over. The hot porridge inside immediately splashed onto Liu Mian's instep.

Liu Mian was wearing high heels with lambskin soles and her feet were exposed. The cup of hot porridge poured on her feet directly caused blisters!

Liu Mian cried in pain: "It hurts so much! Si Hui, it hurts me so much!"

Zhou Silai looked at Song Tang in shock: "You!"

Song Tang looked innocent: "She didn't take it well herself, and it's none of my business."

Liu Mian cried and retorted: "You did it on purpose! If you don't want to give it to me, you don't have to give it to me. Why bother to hurt others? Your heart is too cruel..."

Song Tang said nonchalantly: "You want something that's not yours, and you deserve to be burned."

In front of Zhou Siyi, Song Tang made no secret of his disgust for Liu Mian.

Liu Mian couldn't scold Song Tang, so she grabbed Zhou Si Tao's hand pitifully: "Si Tao..."

She was so wronged that she wished Zhou Sizhen could go up and teach Song Tang a lesson for her.

But Zhou Sitai said to her, "You are seriously injured and need to go to the hospital."

Liu Mian's legs went weak and he couldn't stand for a minute. He cried hoarsely: "Si He, I can't walk. The blisters hurt..."

The blisters on Liu Mian's feet were pressed by the uppers of her shoes, causing friction and pain whenever she moved. She really couldn't walk.

Zhou Si's face tightened, and he glanced at Song Tang from the corner of his eye. After all, he squatted down, took off Liu Mian's high heels, and carried Liu Mian's high heels in his hands, then picked up Liu Mian and strode away.

Liu Mian was afraid of falling, so she put her hands around Zhou Si's neck and hugged him tightly.

While walking, Liu Mian was still lying on Zhou Si's shoulder, smiling provocatively at Song Tang.

Liu Mian also wanted to thank Song Tang for creating a good opportunity for her.

The more pitiful she became, the more miserable she became, so Zhou Sizhen fell in love with her on a date.

And regardless of the location of the injury, Zhou Sitai would definitely have to help her apply medicine when it arrived.

Her feet were so thin and white that she couldn't believe that Zhou Sihuo wouldn't feel excited if he held them with his hands.