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

Song Tang took the phone and pointed it at Qi Ye.

But Qi Ye stepped aside: "Help me take this picture."

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Song Tang thought he wanted to take a photo with the painting, but no, Qi Ye only wanted a photo of the painting.

Song Tang’s shots are very realistic.

After Qi Ye looked at it carefully, he put away his phone and said to Song Tang, "Thank you."

Qi Ye left.

The theme of this banquet was to decipher the scroll. After Song Tang decrypted it, the guests who had no use for it had already dispersed.

The decryption master did not leave.

With admiration and excitement, he was helped to the front of Song Tang by his assistant. The 80-year-old academically accomplished master of decryption actually bowed slightly in front of Song Tang and said respectfully: "Teacher Song, may I ask this in an offensive way, how do you do it?" Unlock these eighteen locks? What do these eighteen symbols mean when they are connected together?"

The decryption master was eager to learn, fearing that Song Tang would ignore him, and his turbid eyes turned red nervously.

Zhou Jiashu said: "Master, you are trying to mislead Song Tang. She is just an ignorant woman. How could she possibly recognize the characters of Sifang Prefecture? She just happened to be fooled..."

Before Zhou Jiashu finished speaking, the decryption master glared at him with disgust: "You are so knowledgeable, why didn't you see that you were wrong?"

Zhou Jiashu's face turned red.

The old man didn't give him any face.

Facing the decryption master's sincere question, Song Tang apologized: "I'm sorry, master, I was really wrong."

The master was stunned, stared at Song Tang thoughtfully, and then glanced at Zhou Jiashu with disgust.

"I yearn for Sifang State so much. It's such a shame."

The master was helped away by his assistant, and the people in the banquet hall had almost dispersed.

Ji Yingzhuo took down the scroll: "Miss Song, according to the previous agreement, whoever opens the eighteen locks can take away this painting."

He asked Li Li to put the scroll away in a beautiful box and give it to Song Tang: "Ms. Song, please take it with you."

Zhou Jiashu's eyes were calculating.

Just now he saw clearly that this painting was a modern work, and it was not by a famous artist. Apart from the eighteen locks on it as a gimmick, it had no collection value at all.

This billion worth of junk is like a burnt potato.

It's hot to hold and you can't put your mouth down.

Zhou Jiashu reached out to take the box from Song Tang, and wanted to return it to Ji Yingzhuo: "The beauty of a gentleman is an adult, and a villain takes what others like. This painting is loved by Mr. Ji. We are just joining in the fun, how can we really accept it... "

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Jiashu's hands were empty.

He looked at Song Tang in surprise.

Song Tang had already put the box containing the painting in his bag: "Of course you must accept the gift from Master Ji, otherwise Master Ji will think that we look down on him."

Ji Yingzhuo raised a corner of his lips, nodded and smiled: "That's right."

Zhou Jiashu only felt that Song Tang was petty, greedy for money, and embarrassed him.

When the two came out of the banquet hall, Zhou Jiashu had not yet swallowed the sigh in his heart.

Song Tang couldn't tell who was the king at the banquet just now.

There was no one around now, so of course Zhou Jiashu wanted to give Song Tang some color.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, there was nothing behind him. Song Tang had left at some point.

At the elevator entrance of the underground parking lot, as soon as Song Tang stepped out of the elevator, an old man came up to him: "Teacher Song..."

He turned out to be a master of decryption. He was an old man in his eighties and didn't even have an assistant by his side at the moment.

He was waiting tremblingly in the underground garage with a cane, and the wind caused by a passing car wanted to knock him down.

Song Tang quickly supported him. The master of decryption raised his hand and told Song Tang not to be polite. He came here because of the eighteen locks on the painting.

He has studied Sifang Prefecture for many years and has only a superficial understanding of the characters and symbols of Sifang Prefecture. If he has the opportunity to understand Sifang Prefecture, he will live and die without regrets!

"Teacher Song, there are so many talented people just now, you must have some unspeakable truth. But those eighteen locks are so exquisite that if they can be deceived, they will not be consumed. There are only three chances left." The decryption master requested: "If Teacher Song If you are willing to help me solve some of my doubts, I swear on my life that I will never reveal anything to anyone!"

An old man in his eighties cherishes his life the most. He can swear on his life, which shows that he really values ​​the Eighteen Locks.

Song Tang couldn't bear the scholar's confusion and regretted it for the rest of her life. She thought for a moment and said, "Master, I'm afraid I can't explain a word or two clearly. Do you think we should make an appointment to sit down and talk some other time?"

The decryption master's eyes flickered and he was very excited: "Okay, okay, I'm waiting for Teacher Song's call."

The decryption master tremblingly took out his business card: "This is my number."

After Song Tang accepted it, he called a car to send the decryption master away.

After the taxi drove away, Song Tang did not leave.

She paid attention to Ji Yingzhuo's direction.

Ji Yingzhuo and a man in a tuxedo came down from the elevator. Ji Yingzhuo was saying something next to him, and the man in a tuxedo nodded and got in the car.

Ji Yingzhuo watched the man in the tuxedo leave in his car.

Song Tang immediately stopped a car and asked the driver to follow the man in the tuxedo.

The person who just spoke to Ji Yingzhuo was Qi Ye.

Qi Ye sat in the back seat of the car, looking down at the screen of his phone.

On the screen is a scroll of a little girl flapping butterflies.

He stared intently without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Sir, have you offended someone? There is a car following us."

Qi Ye said lightly: "Then get rid of him."

The driver speeds up.

Seeing the taxi driver struggling to catch up, Song Tang patted him on the shoulder and asked him to pull over.

Then she changed places with him. The taxi driver was startled by her: "Hey, miss, do you have a certificate? I am a regular taxi, and I will be fined..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Tang stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi driver pressed directly against the back seat of the car. His internal organs were almost thrown out of him, and he couldn't care less about nonsense!

"Whoop!" There was a sharp sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt road.

The car carrying Qi Ye was forced to stop. Qi Ye's body swayed and he grabbed the seat to steady himself.

Before he could get angry, the rear window was opened and Song Tang's face appeared outside.

Seeing that it was her, Qi Ye's anger was immediately extinguished like water poured into a brazier.

"Miss Song." He smiled.

Song Tang said from the car window: "I have been chasing you for a long time. Your car is driving faster and faster. I can only stop you. Aren't you angry?"

Qi Ye's eyes were light and he didn't dislike Song Tang: "Are you okay?"

"This is for you." Song Tang stuffed the scroll and the box into him through the gap in the car window.

Qi Ye looked at the painting in surprise, and looked up at Song Tang with shocked pupils.

He didn't expect anyone to send the painting back to him.

Although the painting is not valuable, the eighteen locks on it are very precious.

Song Tang said nonchalantly: "This painting originally belonged to you. You just couldn't open the lock on it, so you borrowed Ji Yingzhuo's hand to hold the banquet."

Qi Ye still didn't believe it: "It's agreed that whoever opens the painting will receive it for free."

"Meeting a bosom friend in high mountains and flowing water. The bosom friend of this painting is you. It means nothing to me. Why should I occupy it?"

Seeing that Qi Ye was still a little confused, Song Tang took a step back. It was cold and she was breathing heavily when she spoke: "It's getting late, please go back."