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

"Han Zong drank too much."

Song Tang asked again: "Where is the driver?"

"The driver also drank too much."

Song Tang was amused: "Can't all the chauffeurs in Beijing drink too much?"

Zhou Siyi raised his lips fondly and said, "Okay, I admit that I just want to carry you back."

Song Tang asked: "Reason?"

"I don't know..." Zhou Sitai said a little melancholy: "I've been dreaming lately, dreaming that you ran away with someone."

Song Tang said: "Maybe it's true?"

"Then I'll tie you to my side and won't let you go anywhere." Zhou Si's tone didn't sound like he was joking.

Song Tang said, "If I would be angry, would you do the same?"

Zhou Siyi hesitated and did not answer so quickly this time.

Because he had a difficult choice between not making Song Tang angry and keeping Song Tang by his side.

This is more difficult than signing a large order worth billions.

Song Tang didn't wait for Zhou Sizhen's answer. Instead, he heard his question first: "Then can you run?"

Zhou Siyi didn't hear Song Tang's answer for a long time after asking.

Turning his head to look, Song Tang was leaning on his shoulder, asleep again.

The long eyelashes are slightly fanned like a small fan.

Zhou Sihu thought to himself, I know you are pretending to sleep.

Zhou Si'ai did not return to Tan Palace.

Instead, he carried Song Tang to the renovated Song residence.

Opening the door, the street lights were on inside the house.

There was also light in the living room, and the figure of the servant.

Aunt Xu looked forward to it, and when she saw the two of them, she hurriedly greeted them: "Mr. Zhou, Tangtang..."

Aunt Xu glanced at Song Tang worriedly.

Zhou Situ said: "She drank a few more glasses and fell asleep."

Aunt Xu quickly got out of the way: "Then stop standing and go back to your room to rest. I will clean your room every day."

"Our room?" Zhou Si'ai raised his eyebrows.

When Aunt Xu saw this, she was confused and said, "Why, don't you two sleep in the same room?"

Zhou Siyi said: "That's not true."

He paused and deliberately asked Aunt Xu in front of Song Tang, with a worried expression: "Aunt Xu, according to your understanding of Uncle Song, do you think he would treat Uncle Song if he knew that Tangtang and I were sleeping in the same room? Did I bury it?”

Aunt Xu was stunned. She had never thought about this problem.

However, she answered seriously: "With how much Mr. Song loves his daughter, it is really possible that you will be buried..."

Aunt Xu frowned, feeling that she had not thought carefully.

I even seriously reflected on myself, why did I spontaneously think that Song Tang should share a room with Zhou Sitai?

She thought about it and couldn't figure it out.

He could only make up for it by saying, "Then I'll make Mr. Zhou's bed in the guest room again. Don't worry, the guest room is very close to Tangtang's room, just a few steps away."

Aunt Xu first sent Song Tang back to the room with Zhou Sitai. After tucking him in, he made the bed for Zhou Sitai. Zhou Sitai even helped him personally.

When Aunt Xu left, Zhou Siyi said thank you.

Aunt Xu came out of the guest room and was coaxed by Zhou Silu.

In my heart, I am completely satisfied with Zhou Siyi: "In today's society, young people who restrain themselves from going on pilgrimage like Mr. Zhou are rare. I believe that Mr. Song will be satisfied with this son-in-law."

She never imagined that as soon as she came downstairs, the good son-in-law whom she praised so much would come out of the guest room and enter Song Tang's room. Song Tang understood his urinary nature and knew that he would definitely come, so he still pretended to be asleep.

Suddenly, she felt a little cold on her feet, as if the corner of her quilt had been lifted up and the wind was getting in.

Before she could retract her feet under the warm quilt, her feet were suddenly tickled a few times.

Song Tang couldn't bear the tickling anymore and sat up with a scratching sound.

Zhou Siyi stood at the end of the bed and looked at her with a smile: "Pretend, why don't you stop pretending?"

When he walked to Song Tang's side, a piece of the soft mattress sank, and a piece of it sank next to Song Tang. His center of gravity was unstable, and he naturally leaned into Zhou Sitai's arms.

Zhou Sihui hugged her, and the fragrance of Songtang's shampoo couldn't help but hit the tip of Zhou Sihui's nose, like an attractant, quickly arousing his most primitive impulse.

He slipped his hand through the hem of Song Tang's clothes, went around his back and pinched it gently.

Song Tang's chest popped out.

Zhou Silai breathed heavily and whispered in Song Tang's ear: "I want to enter the bridal chamber, the real bridal chamber."

Song Tang said: "Then you marry me."

Zhou Sitai raised the quilt to cover the two of them, and Zhou Sitai's dull voice came from the quilt: "I will listen to you..."

Two weeks later, the good news came one after another.

First, the director of the oncology department sent good news, saying that Ning Ning and Nan Nan’s bone marrow matching types were consistent!

Song Tang was pleasantly surprised and informed Zhou Siyi of the good news.

While feeling happy, Song Tang saw Zhinian playing with Ning Ning in her arms.

Zhinian loves and protects her daughter and is cautious in every step she takes.

Zhou Sitai heard Song Tang's joyful voice stop suddenly on the phone and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Tang said: "Ning Ning is too young. Matching Ning Ning may be detrimental to her health, and Ning Ning's mother will not agree."

The match is right in front of me, but I can't use it.

Song Tang was not afraid of offending Zhinian, but everyone had the right to refuse.

Regarding Nannan, Zhinian really had no reason to hurt Ning Ning.

Zhou Situ asked: "Is there any other way?"

Song Tang said: "It would be easier if the umbilical cord blood was saved when Ning Ning was born, but I'm worried that given the importance the Ji family attaches to Ning Ning, they may not be able to save the umbilical cord blood for Ning Ning."

After all, Zhinian's mother-in-law wanted to kill Ning Ning. How could she have thought of preserving the umbilical cord blood when Zhinian was giving birth?

Zhou Sihui said: "Don't worry, it's good news if you can find a match. You can figure out other things slowly."

Song Tang nodded and said worriedly: "Then let me ask Zhinian first if he has stored umbilical cord blood for the child."

"Umbilical cord blood?" The milk in Zhinian's hand tilted and she was so nervous that she almost knocked it over: "Dr. Song, why do you suddenly ask this? Is there something wrong with Ning Ning's body?"

Song Tang looked at her panic and frowned slightly: "Zhinian, are you too anxious?"

Song Tang knew that Zhinian loved children very much, but the love she showed now tended to be pathological.

She just casually mentioned umbilical cord blood, and Zhinian was so frightened. If Ningning had a fever or cold, wouldn't Zhinian have a stress reaction?

After being reminded by Song Tang, Zhinian finally realized: "Is there any?"

Song Tang nodded and advised seriously: "I suggest you see a psychiatrist. You should be under too much psychological pressure. If you don't face your own mentality, it will be very detrimental to Ning Ning's growth."

Zhinian was thoughtful, probably because Song Tang had helped her during the most difficult time, and Zhinian believed in Song Tang from the bottom of her heart.

She nodded: "I remember."

Although Song Tang really wanted to ask Ning Ning about the umbilical cord blood, seeing that Zhinian obviously had a mental problem, she couldn't bring it up at this time, for fear that Zhinian would be stressed out and it would be even harder to talk about it then.

Just when Song Tang was about to ask, Zhinian suddenly spoke: "I asked the hospital to preserve Ning Ning's umbilical cord blood."

Song Tang raised his head in surprise!