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

Zhou Jiashu was not there, and the bed was empty.

Song Tang opened the quilt on Zhou Jiashu's bed and touched his bed board inch by inch with his fingers.

After checking the bed board, Song Tang rummaged through all the bedside tables.

After getting nothing, Song Tang stood quietly and took a look at the omissions around him.

Finally, she leaned over and looked under the bed, reaching out and tearing off a folder from the bottom of the bed.

Open it, and it turns out the last 1/4 of the contract is inside!

"All gathered." Song Tang cried with joy, with tears in his eyes.

Zhou Jiashu, this idiot, was so eager to deceive Song Tang's trust that he showed his trump card so quickly.

He thought that with the handle in hand, Song Tang would obediently do things for him, but he didn't expect that Song Tang would directly come to the bottom of the pot to remove the salary.

Why did Song Tang put so much effort into offending Zhou Sihui when he could just steal it?

When Zhou Jiashu showed her the contract photo that day, she calmly enlarged the photo and saw a little trace of bed sheets on the edge of the photo.

Song Tang guessed that Zhou Jiashu should have hidden the contract in his room.

His bed was the place Song Tang avoided the most, and he thought it would be impossible for Song Tang to find it.

He's quite smart about this.

After receiving the contract, Song Tang quickly returned to the room, forged a fake copy, and then gave it back to Zhou Jiashu as it was.

She can't alert the snake yet. She wants to secretly reverse the case for her father. By then, it will be a done deal and Zhou Jiashu can no longer do anything!

"Click."

Song Tang heard the sound of unlocking the door and Zhou Jiashu came back.

Song Tang glanced around and saw that Zhou Jiashu's window had been sealed, and it was already too late to jump out of the window.

Zhou Jiashu opened the door and came in, sniffing his nose. He felt that there was a faint smell of disinfectant in the room.

Only Song Tangshen smells of disinfectant.

She has been here?

Zhou Jiashu subconsciously walked to the bottom of the bed and took a look. He was relieved when he saw that the contract he had hidden was still there.

But he still felt that Song Tang had come.

Zhou Jiashu left his room and knocked on Song Tang's door.

Song Tang then walked out of the closet and followed Zhou Jiashu quietly.

Zhou Jiashu stood in front of Song Tang's door and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Is it my imagination?" Zhou Jiashu doubted himself. When he turned around, he took a step back and almost fell down the stairs.

"Song Tang? When were you behind me?"

Song Tang was wearing pajamas with her hair loose, holding a water glass in her hand, and said, "I've been behind you all the time, and you didn't say anything when I called you. I thought you were sleepwalking."

After speaking, she glanced at the door of her room: "You want to see me if you have anything to do?"

Zhou Jiashu put away his frightened mood and said, "Let me see if you are asleep."

Song Tang laughed and said, "It's already past two o'clock. I'm definitely going to bed. Let's talk about anything tomorrow."

Song Tang pushed the door open and entered his room. He thought of something and reminded him: "Don't stay up late. I think you are in a trance. You didn't hear me when I called you several times just now."

After saying that, he closed the door with a click.

Zhou Jiashu stood outside the door in confusion, stunned.

Song Tang said that he also felt his head was a little heavy. Could it be that he was really tired and was hallucinating?

In the room, Song Tang put down the cup, but he was so excited that he couldn't sleep.

She put the three contracts together, compiled the materials and wrote the complaint. After preparing all the evidence, she sat at the table and was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night.

The next day she was still in high spirits, and she went out at dawn.

Her father's case was so involved that ordinary lawyers would not dare to take her case.

Moreover, the materials compiled by Song Tang are very precious and unique, so they dare not fake them.

The only one she can trust is Jiang Hua.

But she had approached Jiang Hua before, and Jiang Hua was evasive. This time, she did not dare to show her trump card easily. Song Tang's car was parked outside Zhou's residence.

Walking to the roadside, Song Tang opened the lock with the key. Just as she was about to get in the car, she heard someone calling her.

Song Tang turned around and saw Qi Ye's face exposed in the half-lowered car window on the opposite side.

Qi Ye?

Song Tang frowned slightly.

She still hasn't forgotten Qi Ye's presumptuous request when she saw him for the last time.

Song Tang hesitated whether to go there, but Qi Ye had already asked the driver to drive over.

The car stopped next to Song Tang. Qi Ye glanced in the direction of Zhou Zhai and saw no one there before saying, "Miss Song, I am going back to Sifang Prefecture this afternoon and I have some questions that I would like to ask you. Is it convenient for you?" "

Her mother's life experience is closely related to Sifang Prefecture. If Qi Ye really returns to Sifang Prefecture and has no contact with her in the future, wouldn't she have lost her clue?

Song Tang nodded and got into Qi Ye's car.

It was the same dessert shop I had been to before, and Qi Ye drank Italian black tea.

"I have a question to ask Miss Song." After seeking Song Tang's consent, Qi Ye took out his mobile phone and showed Song Tang the photo of the girl taken on the scroll: "Is this when you were a child?"

Song Tang rejected it very quickly: "Of course not."

Although some of her childhood memories were blurred, she still knew what she looked like.

Hearing this, Qi Ye subconsciously tightened his fingers on the phone.

The expression on his face couldn't tell whether he was more disappointed or more happy.

He lowered his eyes and said hoarsely: "Okay, I have no questions to ask."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and said, "Miss Song, is there anything else you want to ask?"

As he spoke, he looked at his pocket watch calmly, as if he was rushing for time.

Song Tang realized this and asked, "What is the relationship between this girl and you?"

Qi Ye: "She is my fiancée."

Song Tang had an expression on his face, and she guessed it right.

Song Tang asked a second question: "What is the relationship between the owner of the scroll and the girl in the painting?"

Qi Ye looked at her steadily and uttered two words: "Mother and daughter."

With a "click" sound, the dessert spoon in Song Tang's hand fell on the table.

Qi Ye looked at her strangely.

Song Tang hurriedly said sorry and asked, "Have you found this girl now?"

After saying that, Song Tang realized that his question was too idiotic. If he had already found this girl, why would he ask her?

"I have found her. I will take her back with me this time when I return to Sifang State."

Song Tang was stunned again, his beautiful eyes full of nervousness and doubts.

At this time, the door of the dessert shop was pushed open, and the driver ran in and whispered something to Qi Ye, as if there was something urgent.

Qi Ye frowned slightly, but still maintained his demeanor. He looked at Song Tang calmly and said, "Miss Song, that's all for today. I have something to do and I have to leave first."

Song Tang subconsciously got up and ran out, asking: "Mr. Qi, can you tell me who that girl is?"

Qi Ye obviously heard it, but walked into the car, glanced at Song Tang, and said goodbye: "Goodbye, Miss Song."

The car drove past Song Tang.

He just didn't want to tell Song Tang who that girl was!

Probably because he felt there was no need to tell her.

Song Tang felt like the spool of kite string falling off his hands, and his heart was tightly held by this question.

That girl has a mother-daughter relationship with her mother, but she is not her!

Does the mother have a second daughter?

Song Tang wanted to know who that girl was!

She stopped a car and chased Qi Ye.