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

Song Tingxiao said: "I will tell you when I should tell you. Telling you now will only make you more troubled."

Song Tang knew his father's temper, and he couldn't even ask him what he didn't want to say.

Song Tang frowned and said, "Then what should I do now?"

Her previous goal was to clear her father's wrongdoing and save him from prison.

But now she discovered that although her father was in prison, his hands seemed to be longer than hers.

He even knew her every move.

Song Tang was suddenly confused. Did her father really need her to save him?

If her father was the one behind the scheme, then she was just a pawn, and she felt this feeling was very disconnected.

It was like she thought she was in control of her life, but suddenly one day she found that her body was covered with threads. When she raised her head, the threads gathered in one hand.

It's all foggy when you look up, and you can't see the operator's face.

Song Tang felt that her father was a stranger and she was very lonely.

Song Tingxiao said: "Continue to investigate the case from that year. You only got half of the contract from Xu Wanli, and the other half should still be in the Zhou family."

"That case was jointly conducted by your mother and I. It was very important. Not only did it help me reverse the case, it also contained your mother's family secrets. This contract will have a great impact on you in the future."

Song Tang frowned. Song Tingxiao gave her too many clues that she couldn't accept.

Song Tingxiao continued: "You cooperate with Zhou Jiashu and help him secure his position in the Zhou family. After that, he will give you the other half of the contract."

"If you help him sit firmly in the Zhou family, doesn't that mean that I will be against Zhou Si'an?"

"Yes, only you can go against him." Song Tingxiao looked at her pointedly: "Can't you see? He values ​​you very much."

Song Tang was reluctant and said: "I think it is more reliable to cooperate with Zhou Si'ai."

Song Tingxiao said silently: "You can decide for yourself."

Song Tang's hands on his knees subconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes.

Song Tingxiao raised his eyes and said, "It's time to visit the prison. It's time for you to go."

Song Tang stood up, thought of something and asked again: "Who is Li Daozhong?"

Hearing this, Song Tingxiao smiled.

He is still the good father in his memory: "My silly daughter, have you really forgotten?"

Song Tang looked at his father's expression, which brought back memories.

When she was a child, she didn't know the words, so her parents read medical books to her. Later, she became literate and memorized countless medical books.

Later, her father hired a teacher for her. She remembered him as a rigid and eccentric middle-aged man.

She was young at that time and she couldn't remember the teacher's appearance.

I just remember that the old man was evil and loved to play tricks on her. He would throw some small bugs on her, scaring her so much that she screamed.

He also gave her poison, pricked her with needles, made her very sick and then asked her to cure herself...

The image of Li Daozhong overlaps with the vague figure without a face in his memory.

Two prison guards came in, handcuffed and shackled Song Tingxiao, and took him away.

The meeting ended with Song Tang full of questions.

Song Tang was extremely cold.

She came out of the detention center and stood in front of the heavy iron door in a daze.

She didn't know where to go.

Song Tang had never been internally dissatisfied, but now she lowered her eyes and felt that she should find a place to curl up and clear her head.

Just as he was deciding to leave, Song Tang noticed a car light coming on.

She looked over.

There was an Aston Martin parked on the road opposite the detention center.

The car lights flickered on and off.

Looking further ahead, I saw someone standing in the thin snow, leaning on the car body, holding the car key in his hand, pressing it repeatedly.

The car lights flickered on and off just like his mood.

It seemed like it was just to get her attention.

The man lowered his eyes without raising his head, and a thin layer of snow fell on his hair and shoulders.

He had been standing there for a long time. Song Tang walked over with lowered eyes.

Zhou Silu said with a sullen face, "Get in the car."

Song Tang opened the door and got into the car.

The lights were on in the car, the air conditioner was not on, and it was as cold as outside.

Song Tang was even more confused.

The old man died suddenly today. Zhou Sihui ignored the funeral and came to block her. It seemed that he was extremely angry.

Zhou Siyi said that he doesn't like others touching his things.

If she was touched, he cut her where she had been touched.

Song Tang was not afraid of pain, but she was afraid that Zhou Si would go crazy.

His madness is scarier than a knife.

I wonder if he would believe her if she said she didn't have sex with Zhou Jiashu.

Will the anger subside a little?

Just when her mind was in a mess, Zhou Sitai got into the car with a chill all over her body.

In addition to the smell of ice and snow, it was also mixed with the strong smell of smoke that could not be dissolved.

Just now there were cigarette butts thrown next to his leather shoes.

Zhou Silai closed the car door and did not sit down. Instead, he directly buckled Song Tang into the back seat as if he were getting into the car.

The space in the car is tight.

Song Tang leaned his head against the back of the car seat, his heart beating like a drum: "Zhou Siyi, the game is over!"

Zhou Silai sneered, stretched out his hand to pinch Song Tang's chin, and pinched her face until her face was slightly deformed: "Hey, you can speak? It seems that you are satisfied with the conditions Zhou Jiashu offered you."

Zhou Si's long legs pressed against Song Tang's body, and the two of them were very close to each other.

Song Tang could feel his blood boiling.

Song Tang reminded: "You seem to have mania, you should ask Zhang Yuanmiao to adjust it for you."

"What benefit does Zhou Jiashu give you? Is it to let Li Daozhong accept you as his disciple, or to help your father escape? Huh?"

What the two people said was wrong and they were not on the same channel at all.

Song Tang couldn't breathe well and said: "Zhou Si'e, it's been a year. You have retaliated against me enough. Give me a way to survive, okay?"

Song Tang persuaded her with good words, but she didn't want to anger Zhou Siyi.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt her mandible hurt even more, and Zhou Sizhen almost crushed her.

"Did I say I would let you go?"

Song Tang endured the pain and said: "Even if I pushed you into the water back then, haven't you had enough revenge over the years? What else do you want, do you have to pay for it with my life?"

Zhou Silai paused for a moment, then he put down Song Tang's chin and turned her hand that pushed him to rest on top of her head.

He said with a gloomy expression: "I don't want your life, I want you. So what if you and Zhou Jiashu go public? Do you think I will take it into consideration?"

Zhou Sitai sneered: "I locked you up and tied you to my bed, who can do anything to me?"

Song Tang was struggling, Zhou Sizhen looked at her resisting expression, buried his head in kissing her neck, and rubbed down her collar.

She was right.

He has mania.

Every time she disobeyed him, he would angrily want to possess her and subdue her so that she would never dare to say anything he didn't like to hear again.

"Zhou Siyi!" Song Tang struggled hard: "Do you have to abuse me like this!"

Zhou Sitai didn't listen to her at all, and held the waist of her pants with his hands and pulled them down.

Song Tang became nervous immediately and said in a trembling voice: "Zhou Siyi, I'm on my period..."

Zhou Si'ai stopped, and his thick hot breath hit her neck. Song Tang was frightened by his madness, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

Zhou Silai knelt and straddled Song Tang, straightened his upper body, and stared at Song Tang with messy breath.

His chest was rising and falling, the messy black silk shirt was wrinkled, and two buttons on the collar were unbuttoned, revealing his refined chest muscles.

His short hair was messed up, and his slightly longer hair blocked his eyes, making him look sinister and sick.

He said quietly: "Did he touch you?"