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

"Boss." The driver waited for Zhou Sihui to speak.

Zhou Sitai sat in the back row and ignored him.

He is waiting for news.

Han Zong responded quickly and called: "Boss, Miss Song went to Country M to see Miss Chen. She is now living in the Engli Nursing Home with Miss Chen."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Sihuo said: "Engeli Nursing Home."

The driver started the car.

Engli Sanatorium.

Chen Jiaojiao felt sleepy during her pregnancy and fell asleep after eating.

Song Tang lay on his back unable to sleep.

Images flashed through her mind.

Zhou Si'ai and Liu Mian rolled together.

The two of them used the same postures they had used.

Song Tang sat up and said gloomily: "It's so disgusting."

It's not about love or not, just the thought of sharing a man with other people makes Song Tang feel dirty.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt sick all over his body, so Song Tang simply went to take a shower.

Even if I know it's useless.

Coming out of the bathroom with wet hair, Song Tang took the hair dryer and the cell phone on the dressing table rang.

Only then did I realize that there were already three or four missed calls.

They were all beaten by Zhou Sihui.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Why was he calling her if he wasn't talking to Liu Mian?

Song Tang thought of the disgusting plot in the TV series.

In order to stimulate the original spouse, the lover deliberately used the man's mobile phone to call the original spouse's phone number during sex, so that the original spouse could listen to their play.

Song Tang knew that she was the one hiding from the light, but she did not accept such provocation.

She didn't answer.

The phone call persisted, and finally the ringing stopped, and a WeChat notification popped up.

Zhou Siyi's dialog box: [Answer the phone, or I'll go in and look for you. ]

Go in?

Does he know where she is?

Song Tang replied: [Where are you? ]

Zhou Sihui sent a photo of the gate of Engeli Sanatorium.

Then his call came and Song Tang finally answered.

Zhou Siyi's irresistible voice came out: "Change your clothes and go to the nightclub with me to discuss business."

Song Tang turned around, leaned on the dressing table, and said in a low voice: "Miss Liu will accompany you, do you still need me?"

Zhou Sihuo said: "Are you going? If you go, I will give you the little bear."

The task assigned by Zhou Jiashu to Song Tang was to snatch back the little bear from Zhou Sizhuo.

Song Tang has been delaying this for so long, so it's time to get rid of this matter.

She hesitated and said, "Deal."

Half an hour later, Song Tang, who was carefully dressed, walked out of the Engli Nursing Home.

Zhou Sitai lowered the rear window, and his deep eyebrows were revealed through half of the window. He narrowed his eyes slightly and followed Song Tang's steps.

Song Tang wore black stiletto heels and a dark cheongsam with a slit collar. Her black hair was pulled up with a fan-shaped wooden hairpin.

Chinese enchanting dress.

When Song Tang walked to the car, Zhou Silai opened the door and pressed his long legs against the door, preventing Song Tang from getting in the car.

He looked Song Tang up and down, and finally focused on Song Tang's flaming red lips: "Wearing something so gorgeous?"

Song Tang rarely wears such revealing clothes. She tends to be lazy in daily life.

Song Tang crossed his arms and said, "Aren't you going to a nightclub? Do I have to imitate Liu Mian and wear white flowers?"

This is to discuss business. A woman is a man's face. If she's weak and can't be pulled or pushed, she's only suitable to be kept at home as a spoiled wife.

Song Tang lowered his eyes and looked at Zhou Sitai's long legs leaning against the car door: "Will you let me in?"

Zhou Sihuo smiled playfully: "Let."

Only then did Song Tang realize that her question was ambiguous.

"boring."

Zhou Si'ai retracted his long legs, but did not move further.

He patted his pants and said, "Sit here." Song Tang ignored him. When he was going to the passenger seat, his wrist was held by Zhou Sihui, and then Zhou Sihui hooked his thin waist wrapped in cheongsam. In the end, she sat on his lap.

Zhou Sikai closed the car door, leaned forward, pressed the fender button inside the car, and lowered the fender.

The driver has started driving, and the scenery outside the window is moving.

In order to maintain balance, Song Tang could only hold Zhou Sizhen's shoulders and neck with his arms.

Zhou Si's eyes moved up and down from her slender neck wrapped in the cheongsam, and finally landed on the slit of the cheongsam.

Due to the shape of the cheongsam, it will naturally move up when you sit down. The slit was originally high, but now it is even higher due to the posture of the two.

Zhou Situ asked, "Why doesn't the slit in your cheongsam reach your armpits?"

Song Tang rolled her eyes at him.

Song Tang suddenly clamped his legs and said coldly: "Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

"Dirty hands?"

"Who knows if Liu Mian has athlete's foot? If you've touched her hand, don't touch me."

"..."

Zhou Si'ai lay back, leaning on the backrest, thinking.

Did she think he touched Liu Mian's feet?

Zhou Si'ai felt funny and speechless, but he didn't want to explain.

He liked the way Song Tang secretly competed with each other, it was very lively.

Zhou Silai put Song Tang down and did not let her sit on him again.

Song Tang crossed his arms and turned his head to look at the car window on the other side.

Like a jealous tigress.

nightclub.

Song Tang held Zhou Si's arm and walked through the nightclub hall.

At the elevator door, there were already two rows of managers waiting respectfully.

When Zhou Sihui came over, he bowed 180 degrees uniformly: "Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Siyi ignored it. At this time, a special waiter pressed the floor button, and another blond female manager held up a white shawl: "Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Silai casually took it and handed it to Song Tang.

Song Tang caught it, he didn't say much, and she didn't ask any more questions.

The elevator door opened and the two of them walked into the elevator together. None of the managers behind them dared to follow. They only dared to straighten up again after the elevator door closed.

The elevator went up to the 8th floor and stopped.

Song Tang held the shawl draped on his shoulders with one hand and followed Zhou Sitai into the nightclub's box 888 with a calm expression.

"Hi Mr. Zhou, you're welcome!" As soon as he walked in, a white man with blond hair and blue eyes gave Zhou Sizhen a warm hug. After letting him go, he said in broken Chinese: "You have become handsome again, no, you are mature. It’s ripe, just like the fruit in the orchard, 昘, ripe!”

The white people were dancing and suddenly noticed that there was a Chinese-style beauty standing next to Zhou Siyi!

"Oh my god, are you the fairy that flew out of the painting?" The white man looked at Song Tang in amazement.

Song Tang smiled lightly and said clearly: "I'm sorry, I'm not. My name is Song Tang, I'm just an ordinary person."

The white man clutched his chest, as if his heart was beating so wildly that he was going into cardiac arrest. He stammered: "I...can I shake your hand?"

Song Tang extended his hand generously: "It is my honor to shake hands with Mr. Charles."

Charles said in surprise: "You actually recognize me?"

Zhou Siyi also gave Song Tang a playful look. He was indeed an internet hooligan and knew a lot.

Song Tang: "I have long admired his great name."

Charles was flattered and hurriedly shook hands with Song Tang. He usually shook hands and said with emotion: "Are all Oriental girls' hands as soft as Song's? It's really too soft. I don't dare to use force for fear of breaking it..."

Zhou Sizhen gave him a slap in the eye: "Charles, if you touch me again, I'm going to beat you up."

Charles immediately let go.

Song Tang followed Zhou Sizhen to sit in front of the sofa and whispered: "You have a lot of drama as a friend."

She said and looked at the sofa opposite. There were several empty seats there, and they were the main seats. At first glance, they were reserved for important people.

Song Tang asked doubtfully: "Is there anyone else who hasn't come?"

Looking at that position, and the arrival of the finale, then the opponent's position is only higher than Zhou Siyi's.