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

Song Tang knelt down and hit his leg: "Forty degrees won't burn your brain to death!"

After stuffing Zhou Silu into the passenger seat, he took out the thermometer and saw that it immediately went off the charts.

Even though Zhou Si's physical fitness was higher than that of ordinary people, even he couldn't bear this level of fever.

Zhou Sihe leaned on his seat, breathing slightly and looking tired.

Song Tang glanced at him and sent him to Chengbei Hospital as quickly as possible.

After hanging up the water, Zhou Sihuo fell into a coma.

Song Tang originally wanted to leave, but Zhou Sizhen unconsciously grabbed her wrist and refused to let go.

Song Tang stood beside his bed, staring at him while he was sleeping.

In the car just now, what she said was not entirely true.

She felt indebted to Zhou Siyi, but at the same time she resented what he had done over the years.

The relationship between two people is just a wall and a nail. Zhou Sitai pulled out the nail, but he couldn't make up for the hole left in the wall.

And Song Tang could also see that the nails he pulled out were actually bent when they were driven in.

The harm is always there and cannot be sugarcoated.

Song Tang never thought about having a future with Zhou Silai, she was more inclined to enjoy herself in time.

After probably sleeping for a while, Zhou Siyi regained some strength, and Song Tang felt the hand holding her wrist pulling her.

Zhou Sihui opened his eyes and looked at her half-closed: "Are you performing a penalty stand?"

He sat up awkwardly, stepped aside, and then patted the empty space next to him.

"come over."

Song Tang stood still.

Zhou Silai put a little more strength into his hands and pulled Song Tang to sit next to him.

He leaned his back against the pillow and tilted his head to talk to Song Tang jokingly: "What you said today was so hurtful. I need to be comforted."

Zhou Si's uninjected hand was twirling Song Tang's hair on the side of his neck.

His fingers were filled with heat and his own scent. When playing with her hair, his fingertips would inadvertently touch her neck.

A little itchy.

Song Tang's face darkened: "Don't make trouble, this is the hospital."

"What's different about closing the door?"

Song Tang was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Zhou Silu said seductively: "I rarely have a fever, are you sure you want to miss this opportunity?"

Shit, with his physical fitness, he would like to hang around the gate of the Palace of Hell every day.

Song Tang couldn't count how many times he had pulled him back.

"Don't you usually exercise? Your physical fitness is so poor that I haven't been infected yet." Song Tang ridiculed him.

Zhou Sihuo joked: "Then it's not your fault for not letting me do push-ups?"

"..." Sure enough, men always walk on their lower bodies.

When Zhou Si'ai was about to get out of bed, Song Tang said, "What do you want to do, go to the bathroom?"

The relationship between Song Tang and Zhou Sitai is very delicate. Although they don't love each other much, they don't hate each other so much that they treat each other coldly.

Song Tang was still willing to help him.

Zhou Si sighed, and Song Tang helped him hold the infusion bag.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Sizhen did not go to the bathroom, but tricked Song Tang into going to the door of the ward and locked the door with a click.

Song Tang said angrily: "The nurse will come to check the ward."

"I already have a doctor in my room, what kind of nurse do I need?" After speaking, Zhou Sitai stepped on the infusion set in his hand while Song Tang wasn't paying attention.

"Yeah, it fell to the ground and can't be used."

"..." Song Tang looked at the needle on the ground that was still dispensing the medicine, and was so angry that he asked: "Do you know how high your fever is?"

Zhou Si'ai raised his eyebrows: "I don't know, so I need you to measure it yourself."

Song Tang was going out to get a new infusion set: "I think your brain is burned out."

Zhou Si'ai blocked her: "I'll let you be on top."

Song Tang pushed him away: "I'm afraid you'll die on me. I can't explain." As Song Tang was about to open the door, Zhou Silai's suppressed voice came from behind: "Song Tang... I'm about to explode."

Song Tang frowned, turned back, and lowered his eyes.

He swallowed silently.

Zhou Silai took the opportunity to drag Song Tang into the bathroom and pressed her against the marble wall: "I promise it will be quick."

The wall was cold, and Song Tang didn't want to lean against it. Zhou Si's body was hot, so it was more comfortable to lean against it.

The knitted sweater was pushed up, and the tall toes were sucked repeatedly. The oatmeal-colored wide-leg pants were piled at the feet, covering Song Tang's curled toes.

Song Tang couldn't restrain himself, pushed Zhou Sihui to the chair and sat down, regaining his upper position.

very hot.

Like on the engagement night, I drank fake wine and my whole body felt like it was on fire.

Very soft, like lychee, hot and mashed into soft juice.

Song Tang has good physical strength, but his legs tend to get weak.

Zhou Sihui started to sweat even more. His high fever gradually subsided and he felt energetic again.

Song Tang sat on the clean countertop and watched Zhou Sitai mopping the floor diligently.

After struggling for more than an hour, he was finally relieved and his fever was gone.

Zhou Sitai finished cleaning up, wearing a shirt with only two buttons buttoned, and came to provoke Song Tang again: "I will come to you when I get sick in the future."

His immunity was weak and his recovery power was amazing. Song Tang had nothing to say.

Her back was very sore and she was sleepy.

He simply didn't go anywhere, just lay on Zhou Si's hospital bed and fell asleep.

The next day, before Song Tang even opened his eyes, he felt someone holding him and his waist felt heavy. It was Zhou Sizhen's arm.

She had long been accustomed to being held in his arms to sleep.

Probably because he was ill, Zhou Sihe fell into a deep sleep and didn't even wake up.

Song Tang quietly stood up, walked to the window and opened the curtains.

The warm sunshine filtered in, and Song Tang stretched leisurely.

I'm in a good mood today.

Since she didn't have eyes on the back of her head, she naturally didn't see Zhou Siyi, who was sleeping on her side. He had opened his eyes and was looking at her figure calmly.

Song Tang did not disturb Zhou Sitai. After ordering breakfast on Meituan, he went downstairs for a morning jog.

Her legs were sore and she didn't run for long, so she could only rub the old man and lady's fitness equipment and roll her legs and back.

While she was using the back massager repeatedly, Xing Youle called.

Song Tang answered the phone with his eyes closed: "Huh?"

The sound of the massager's turntable came from behind.

Xing Youle said: "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

Song Tang lazily said: "Morning exercise."

Xing Youle said speechlessly: "Zhou Jiashu has already announced the wedding date to his secretary Lu Junru. You are still in the mood to do morning exercises. You are really big-hearted."

After hearing this, Song Tang continued to Gu Yong: "Let's announce it, as long as you don't ask me to be a witness."

Xing Youle knew that Song Tang didn't like Zhou Jiashu either, so he was happy for her: "It's a good thing you don't love him, otherwise, how uncomfortable it would be to watch the person you love marry another woman..."

Song Tang opens his eyes and cares when he loves someone.

She had experienced the feeling Xing Youle described before.

Whether it was Liu Mian back then or the short-lived Xiaotong, they all made waves in Song Tang's heart.

Song Tang belatedly realized that she had really slept with Zhou Sizhen.

At this time, Song Tang was patted on the left shoulder from behind. Song Tang turned around and looked to the left...

no one.

Then he was patted on his right shoulder again.

Song Tang immediately grabbed the opponent's wrist, bent the elbow of his other arm and struck backwards with an elbow!

"Ouch." As soon as the blow hit him, the man bent his chest and abdomen, covering his heart.