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

"Miss Song," Qi Ye stopped Song Tang before she left, "I can't take your things in vain."

Qi Ye thought about it: "It's really too late today. Please leave your contact information and I'll treat you to dinner next time."

Song Tang hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

After exchanging numbers, the two cars left in a staggered manner.

Song Tang drove a taxi back to Zhou's house and gave the taxi driver a compensation fee when he got out of the car.

As soon as she entered her room, Song Tang saw a figure sitting at her desk.

Song Tang was frightened for a moment, then closed the door with clear eyes.

Zhou Sihui's eyes were cold, his back was leaning on the seat, and he had an aura of keeping strangers away from him.

Song Tang's eyes flashed slightly, but he pretended to be serious: "Why didn't I see you at the banquet?"

"Oh? It's not thanks to you." Zhou Silai raised his eyes and looked at Song Tang.

Song Tang frowned: "What's wrong with me?"

"Ha," Zhou Si'ai sneered.

He, Zhou Sizhen, had been given many women as gifts in his life, and this was the second time that he had been tricked into giving to others as gifts.

Song Tang is very talented.

He sneered coldly: "Do you know what happened to the last person who used me as a favor?"

Song Tang put down his bag and turned his back to him: "I don't want to know."

Zhou Si'ai stretched out his hand, put one hand around Song Tang's waist, and pulled her over to look at him.

"What did you do to me? Cure me." Zhou Sitai frowned.

He has been obviously lack of energy, weak and physically depressed for the past two days.

Song Tang said: "I really don't know what you are talking about."

"How about I show you." Song Tang stretched out his hand to feel Zhou Si's pulse.

Zhou Sihui picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

"You're so stubborn right now, it's best not to beg for treatment for a while."

Zhou Silai pressed Song Tang on the bed, but unexpectedly he was suppressed by Song Tang the next second.

Song Tang was riding on him, holding his arms with both hands, and mocking him condescendingly: "Even Ji Rou can knock you down, you still want to crush me?"

Zhou Si'ai didn't resist: "What do you do first?"

"Of course you can do whatever you want." Song Tang stretched out his hand and pulled off Zhou Si's tie.

The red tie was wrapped around Song Tang's hand. Those who knew it was a tie, but those who didn't knew it thought it was a whip.

"Do you want to cover your eyes or tie your hands?" Song Tang asked.

Zhou Sihe pursed his lips slightly, and his expression turned out to be a little tense.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Tang said: "It's hard for you to choose. I don't have a tie, but I have a belt. Let me lend you one."

Song Tang turned off the lights and only turned on the dim ambient light beside the bed.

Zhou Sihui was leaning on the bedside, with a red tie covering his eyes, looking inexplicably restrained and charming.

Song Tang's hands were moving, and Zhou Sizhen's hands were tightly grasping the sheets, the veins on the back of his hands were stretched, and his throat was rolling unbearably.

Half an hour later, Zhou Sizhen couldn't bear Song Tang's waste, so he pushed Song Tang away, put on his clothes, and jumped out of the window with a sullen face.

Song Tang was lying on his side with his elbows on the bed, a look of gloating on his face.

As for her, she must retaliate against others.

If Zhou Siyi doesn't let her have all the fun, then she has to pay back the shame.

After Zhou Si'ai left Song Tang's room, he turned around and went to the bathroom.

He has his own room in Zhou's house.

The water in the bathroom was turned on very loudly, and he stayed in it for forty minutes before coming out.

Zhou Sitai was wearing a bathrobe and sitting in front of the sofa with wet hair.

He thought Song Tang would take the initiative once, but he didn't expect Song Tang to be so dark-hearted.

She pushed him to the top over and over again, but didn't let him release. It was as torturous as cutting flesh with a slow knife, and he almost went crazy because of her!

"Retribution is inevitable." Zhou Silu gritted his teeth.

Zhou Siyi didn't sleep well at night, but Song Tang slept well.

After stretching, Song Tang received a call from Qi Ye. He wanted to thank her when he asked her if she was free.

Song Tang naturally agreed.

After coming out of Zhou's house refreshed, Song Tang was about to take a taxi, but he bumped into Zhou Sitai who had just come out of the gate.

Zhou Siyi's face looked bad, and it seemed that he had not slept last night.

The impotence grass Song Tang gave him would make people mentally weak and unable to maintain their physical strength.

This resulted in him being unable to get relief no matter how much stimulation he received.

So if you are dissatisfied, of course you won't be able to sleep.

Song Tang raised her lips and greeted him: "Mr. Zhou, did you sleep well last night?"

Zhou Si'ai looked away, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove past Song Tang.

If there was water on the ground at this moment, it would definitely splash Song Tang all over.

Unfortunately, the door of Zhou's house is in exquisite repair, so this won't happen.

Zhou Sihui got angry in anger, but it was of no use.

Song Tang was in a very good mood and took a taxi.

Her car was rear-ended by Han Zong last time, and she hadn't returned from the 4S store yet.

As soon as he got into the taxi, Song Tang received a call.

She didn't know what was said inside, she frowned fiercely: "What!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Tang's good mood disappeared.

She was informed that just last night, the police station's archives room was stolen, and all the key evidence and files about Liu Chengye's case were lost.

Some of this evidence cannot be reproduced, which means that there is no way to convict Liu Chengye, and Liu Chengye will be acquitted.

There was a coldness in Song Tang's eyes.

Zhou Siyi would do anything to save his father-in-law, even rob the archives.

"Humph." Song Tang sneered, don't think that this is enough.

She will definitely make Liu Chengye and Mrs. Liu pay for their mother's life!

Qi Ye and Song Tang made an appointment at a dessert shop. When Song Tang got off the car, he saw Qi Ye's figure through the glass window of the dessert shop.

He sat on the seat in front of the window with good manners.

"Am I late?" Song Tang looked at the time. She came ten minutes earlier than the agreed time.

"Sir." Song Tang sat down.

She hasn't asked the other person's name until now, so she keeps calling him that.

Qi Ye raised his hand to ask the waiter to come over, and told Song Tang: "My surname is Qi, and my single name is Ye."

"Hello, Mr. Qi." Song Tang knew that there was a man with the compound surname Qi Ye.

The waiter brought the dessert list, and Song Tang randomly ordered a dessert.

Qi Ye ordered a cup of black tea.

Qi Ye said: "Miss Song, actually I have something else to ask you today."

Song Tang said: "You must want to ask me how I cracked the eighteen locks."

Qi Ye raised his lips and smiled.

He tried hundreds of times but couldn't open something, but Song Tang opened it. Of course he wanted to know where he was wrong.

Song Tang took out a pen and paper from her bag and wrote out the string of symbols she used to decrypt.

Then he showed it to Qi Ye: "Then tell me what these eighteen symbols mean first."

Qi Ye said: "This is a picture of birth dates, Gengxu year, Xinsi month, Dingyou day, Gengzi."

Song Tang calculated silently.

Gengxu year, Xinsi month, Dingyou day, that is to say, May 1970, 5, or 17.

But obviously 1910 is wrong, because the string of symbols Song Tang obtained came from the jade pendant left by his mother.

If the symbols on the jade pendant really represent the birth date, it would be the date of birth of mother Liu Quanzhen!

Qi Ye held a painting related to his mother and thought about it day and night. Could it be that he was related to his mother?

My mother's life experience is right in front of me.

Song Tang nervously clenched his palms and looked at Qi Ye solemnly: "I would like to ask, are you noble this year?"