Ye Zenan's hand suddenly loosened, and Song Yuqiao took advantage of the opportunity to break free from him and rushed out.

  The security guard looked at the situation and didn't know whether to chase or not. But seeing Ye Zhenan had no reaction, still dejectedly lowering his head, he let one person go after him while another waited here for orders.

  Ye Zenan muttered a sentence.

  The security guard approached and asked: "What?"

  Ye Zenan lifted his head and turned around, "Nothing, go see where she ran off to."

  "Should we catch her back?"

  Ye Zenan glanced at the dark crowd outside from behind the curtain and said, "No need."

  Actually, just now Ye Zenan asked a question at the same time as Song Yuqiao broke free. He asked: "If you really go back to that time, will you still come find me?"

  Will you still stand in the storm, getting rained on for several hours? Will you secretly give him all your own pocket money to help Ye Shi? Will you endure frostbite and blisters on your feet in the cold winter and move in with him? Will you always be loyal and never leave his side?

  Maybe it won't be possible anymore.

  Who is willing to step into the old dust?

  An assistant walked over from a short distance behind Ye Zenan and handed him his phone, saying: "It's the madam's call."

  Ye Zenan glanced at the two words "Mom" on his phone screen, rubbed his brow and said, "Disconnect."

  The assistant, after all, is also working for Ye's company, so when it comes to the president's mother, he is still somewhat apprehensive and doesn't directly cut off the call. Instead, he explains the situation over the phone: "President Ye is currently preparing for a press conference, can I have him return your call after it's finished?"

  "Give him the phone right now! Tell him I'm dying in the hospital! If he still has a conscience as my son, he'll answer and listen to what I have to say!"

  The assistant was in a dilemma, but still moved forward.

  Ye Zenan directly took over the phone and hung up.

  Song Yuqiao quickly ran out from the backstage of the venue, taking advantage of a few reporters arguing with security guards trying to get in, and rushed out from behind without stopping for a moment.

  She had no idea what she was thinking. She just wanted to run faster and faster, never letting her true identity be exposed.

  As for the reason...

  She refused to admit that it was her own self-esteem, having been a nameless and substance-less Mrs. Ye for three years. Now that she is about to divorce and completely leave the Ye family, she wants to truly become Mrs. Ye? It sounds like a kind of irony, she doesn't want this identity now, she urgently wants to get rid of it.

  At this time, there was a traffic jam in front of Ye Shi. This section originally had a hard time hailing a taxi, so she took advantage of an approaching taxi and hastily hailed it. After the driver opened the passenger door, she saw that someone was still sitting in the back seat. Song Yuqiao asked: "Can we carpool?"

  Seeing no objection from the passengers in the back, the driver said: "Come on up. Where are you going?"

  Song Yuqiao reported the address of Huazhen Lifu Store, looked up at the rearview mirror, and was shocked to find that the person sitting in the back seat was Song Jierou!

  Aunt?

  Sitting upright in the back, with her hair combed neatly, who else could it be but Song Jie Rou?

  Song Jierou nodded and said to the driver: "Let's stop at the teahouse at the next intersection."

  Song Jierou had just seen Song Yuqiao rushing out of the venue with a flustered expression, and she already understood that Ye Zenan's press conference was definitely not going to happen.

  What a relief, it's all worth it. I might as well go find Song Yuqiao and have a chat with him.

  They arrived at the teahouse and got off at the next intersection. Song Yuqiao followed Song Jierou into this ancient, rustic teahouse.

  Song Jierou asked for a pot of Oolong tea and said, "Can you drink tea?"

  Song Yu nodded: "Can."

  Outside the wooden window frame, a bamboo curtain hangs, with sunlight filtering in from outside, casting a dappled shadow on the red wood desk.

  Song Jierou sat down, took the purple clay teapot from the waiter's hand, and sighed: "I don't know if you still remember, when you were a kid, you liked this purple clay teapot the most, holding it in your hands without letting go, once even scalding your hand with the boiling tea inside."

  "Yes, I remember, of course I remember."

  How could Song Yuqiao possibly forget that scene?

  She really liked this purple sand pot, and when she touched it with her fingers, it felt sandy and had a special texture. She would hold onto it tightly and wouldn't let go. At that time, she often held the purple sand pot that Grandpa used to make tea in her arms. One time, Auntie Song Jierou walked over and handed the teapot back to her. Who could have predicted that inside was freshly brewed new tea? She was holding onto the pot, which originally had a warm temperature, but at such a young age, she got scared and the pot tilted, causing the scalding hot water to burn an entire arm, instantly forming blisters.

  Song Jierou smiled and had already poured a cup of tea for Song Yuqiao, "I didn't think you still remembered, how old were you back then? Five or six?"

  Not five or six years old.

  At that time, she was only about three or four years old. She doesn't remember the specific scene anymore, but she still remembers her aunt's smiling face and the scorching pain of being burned.

  My mother also had a big argument with her aunt because of this matter. Later, my mother told her to stay away from that aunt.

  Song Yu quietly looked at the small tea leaves slowly unfolding in the celadon cup in front of him, and said, "You're looking for me, there must be something?"

  If Song Jiejiao didn't have anything to ask of her and was purely there to catch up, she wouldn't believe it.

  It's impossible from the very beginning. This aunt has disliked her and Song Shuying since they were young, and later when their mother was pregnant with their younger brother Song Yuheng, she hated them even more, wishing to throw them both out onto the streets.

  Song Jierou smiled: "Don't be in a hurry first, let's taste the tea here and see how it is."

  Can meat on the tip of one's tongue still fly?

  Song Yuqiao directly took her bag and wanted to leave, "If Auntie doesn't have anything important, I'll leave first. I'm still on work hours, unlike you rich ladies who can idle away without working, I need to earn my own money."

  "Alright, sit down," Song Jieyu said. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you hang out with your sister Song Shuying since we were young. Now that we've been living together for a few days, even the tone of our speech has become so sharp."

  Song Yuqiao didn't plan on speaking up.

  Song Jierou took out a divorce agreement with Ye Zenan's forged signature from her bag, pushed the teapot to one side, clearing a space on the table, and said: "This is the divorce agreement signed by Ye Zenan. Take a look."

  Song Yu frowned slightly.

  How come?

  "How can I get a divorce agreement book here?"

  Song Jierou said: "He asked me to pass it on to you."

  Song Yuqiao didn't believe it.

  Ye Zenan didn't say anything at the meeting just now, how could he hand over the signed divorce agreement to Song Jierou?

  She picked up the divorce agreement, turned directly to the last page, looked at the signature page, and it was indeed Ye Zhenan's handwriting. She had seen Ye Zhenan sign his name in his homework countless times since high school, although back then it didn't look as elegant as it did now, but the essence remained unchanged.

  She glanced over the terms in front of her and found that the property division was clearly written, the house belonged to the male party, the property belonged to the male party...

  Song Yuqiao sneered inwardly, put the divorce agreement back on the table, and smiled: "Auntie, you really have a good skill. I've been asking for it for a long time, but Ye Zenan didn't sign it for me. You just came out and he signed it. So, can I go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get my divorce certificate now?"

  "Of course, I've already found someone," Song Jieyu said, "We're all family, it's only right to help out a bit."

  Song Yuqiao snorted, stood up with her bag and said, "Since you're so omnipotent, Auntie, then I'll trouble you to forge my signature as well."

  After finishing speaking, Song Yuqiao directly walked away, pushing aside the pearl curtain in front of her, with pearls and jade colliding and ringing out.

  Song Jierou's face didn't look good, she turned around and directly crumpled up the divorce agreement and threw it out, "A cheap woman gives birth to a cheap daughter!"

  ………………

  In the hospital.

  When Pei Yuling arrived at the operating room, she refused to undergo surgery. She said: "If something happens to my son and there is no family member's signature, will your hospital take responsibility?"

  Ye Zenan kept hanging up on her and now she wished she could fly directly to the press conference.

  She is Ye Zenan's mother, and as the saying goes, "no one knows a son better than his mother". She was the first to think of it. Ye Zenan was making a move, he wanted to use this press conference to legitimize Song Yuqiao's identity as Mrs. Ye, in order to win her back.

  However, Ye Zenan did not think that once this news was released, all the absurd things he had done would be exposed in broad daylight!

  Ye's family is the foundation left by her late husband Ye Qijun, she doesn't want such a large enterprise to be destroyed in the hands of her own son. Her husband died in an air crash, and she must let this industry that originally belonged to her husband continue in the hands of her son.

  "Pointing at Fang Zhao standing at the door of the ward, Pei Yuling said: 'You call me! Now! Let my son come back!'"

  Fang Zhao walked out of the ward and went to a quieter place to call Ye Zenan.

  "Anan, your mom won't have surgery." Fang Zhao said helplessly.

  "Let's revise this again," Ye Zenan was looking at the draft of the press conference that his assistant had temporarily replaced for him, "Huh, what did you just say?"

  Fang Zhao repeated himself again, recounting everything that had just happened in the hospital room.

  Ye Zenan said: "You tell my mom, just say please let her do as she pleases, if she wants to have the surgery, then go ahead and do it, if not, then don't. After all, her life is hers own, if she doesn't want it anymore, I, as a son, am also powerless."

  Fang Zhao heard the tone on the phone and knew it was Ye Zenan being stubborn, so he sighed and said, "You go ahead and take care of things first. I'll keep an eye on things here with your aunt. Hurry over after work, I'll arrange for the surgery to be postponed until tomorrow."

  To Pei Yuling, Fang Zhao simply said that Ye Zhenan had an urgent matter and would rush over after finishing the task.

  Pei Yuling didn't make a sound, didn't have surgery, and didn't eat. She just lay in bed waiting for her son to come over.

  ………………

  At the press conference, Ye Zhenan replaced another manuscript, which was about internal parallel things of Ye's family, and did not have the sensational private issues as previously announced.

  However, in the final Q&A session with journalists, a reporter directly asked: "There have been rumors that you intend to get married by the end of this year. Can you reveal who your spouse will be?"

  This is the main focus of many journalists who came this time.

  Ye Zenan is also a young and promising talent, wealthy and charming, in his golden age. Women who want to marry into a rich family are flocking to him, otherwise he wouldn't be surrounded by gossip news every day.

  Ye Zenan's lips didn't curve into a smile, he just said: "For now, it can't be revealed yet."

  "Is that someone who already has a specific marriage partner?"

  Ye Zenan said: "Already have."

  It's just that this is a belated wedding.

  The people in the audience began to discuss among themselves, wondering which famous lady it was.

  ………………

  The press conference was broadcast live, and Xu Wenli was watching it on TV.

  When she heard Ye Zenan say that he had a marriage partner and would be married by the end of this year, she was so excited that she suddenly dropped the cup in her hand.

  Ye Zenan actually said he wants to marry her!

  She stroked her belly, a happy smile spreading across her face. The hardships of pregnancy had been worth it after all.

  It's been so long, I can finally get what I want.

  Xu Wanli remembered that when she was still in high school, her mother had not yet married Song Yuqiao's father, Song Yi. She was a lonely girl who followed her mother to live with others, and everything was frugal. Even buying a 25-yuan diamond hair clip, her mother would order her to be thrifty and not waste money.

  Then, at Song Yuqiao's birthday party in high school, they went to eat hot pot. At that time, she was secretly sneaking out without telling her mother.

  Taking advantage of the private room door being open, she stood at the entrance and saw Song Yuqiao sitting in the main seat, with a tall boy sitting next to her, putting a very beautiful necklace around Song Yuqiao's neck.

  This is Ye Zenan.

  Xu Wanli fell in love with Ye Zenan at first sight.

  So handsome, so sunny, and yet so generous, knowing how to be considerate of women.

  But this person, whether male or man, is completely and utterly belonging to Song Yuqiao. When she thinks of this, the jealous fire in her heart suddenly burns fiercely.

  She wanted to give herself to him, and seeing Song Yuqiao and Ye Zenan's paired figures, she couldn't help but rush up and push Song Yuqiao away.

  But heaven was still kind to her.

  One time, Ye Zenan came looking for Song Yuqiao and asked Xu Wenyi: "Is Yuqiao at home?"

  Xu Wanli's excited heart almost jumped out, and she was a little dazed. When Ye Zenan asked again, she reacted and said: "It's there, in the third room on that side."

  Not long after Ye Zenan entered the room, Song Yuqiao's friend Lu Lu came looking for her. At that time, Xu Wanli was hiding behind a tree, not making a sound, just watching Lu Lu with a hasty expression and holding a bag in her hand.

  After entering the room, Xu Wanli secretly turned to the window outside and took a look.

  She saw that Lu Lu had just handed Ye Zenan a glass of water, and he tilted his head back to drink it down.

  Could it be...

  Are they going to have an affair behind Song Yuqiao's back? But why in Song Yuqiao's room?

  Then, in just five minutes, what surprised Xu Wenli was that Ye Zenan turned over and pressed Lu Lu under the bed.

  Xu Wanli stood outside the window, gasping in shock, clutching her chest. Good heavens, what had she just seen?

  If Ye Zenan can do it with this woman, then she can too!

  How she yearned for it to be her under Ye Zhenan's body at this moment, rather than Lu Lu!

  Xu Wanli stood outside for a long time, the moans and gasps from inside all rushed into her ears, listening to them made her face red and heart racing, she really couldn't bear it anymore, she had to go drink some cold water.

  As I turned and walked, I saw Song Yuqiao walking over with a slanted bag.

  Xu Wanli already had an idea in her mind, so she walked forward and called out: "Song Yuqiao!"

  At that time, Song Yuqiao saw Xu Wenyi and didn't have a good expression. Moreover, as the third party of Song Yuqiao's parents, Xu Wenyi's mother had broken up her originally happy family, taking her younger brother abroad, making people thoroughly disgusted. "What is it?"

  "Your boyfriend just went into your room," said Xu Wanli.

  Xu Wanli watched as Song Yuqiao walked towards her own room, thinking viciously behind her back: just wait until you see your boyfriend and your best friend rolling around in bed together, then you won't be so arrogant.

  In fact, even if Xu Wanli didn't say anything, Song Yuqiao would still have gone back to her own room.

  Because Ye Zenan returned from City C today and said he wanted to give her a surprise.

  Is it surprising?

  ………………

  When Xu Wanli saw the live broadcast on TV and couldn't help but laugh, Qiao Mo also saw this news.

  Get married at the end of the year.

  Who is it with?

  Of course, Qiao Mo wouldn't be so foolish as to think that she was the fake Xu Wenli who had been serving Xiao Xia. She hadn't received any news from outside that Ye Zhenan was already married, but...

  Just then, her phone rang.

  It's Su Qing.

  On the phone, Su Qing said: "I've already checked, Ye Zenan's current wife is a woman named Song Yuqiao, who works as an assistant in a small advertising company under the Ye family, I saw her at Night Color before."

  It turned out that the one who took Song Yuqiao away into the night was Pei Si Cheng.

  He now wants revenge against Ye Zenan first, then Gu Qingcheng!

  For the sake of profit, for the sake of immediate gain, he was ruthlessly taken away, and even if it meant sacrificing his own life, he had to get it back!

  Qiao Mo listened silently, without saying a word.

  Su Qing continued: "In return, you should also tell me, who is the woman that got pregnant with Ye Zenan's child."

  Qiao Mo stared at the TV, watching Ye Zenan's handsome profile as he calmly faced the reporters. When the Q&A session ended, he retreated from the crowd and the TV had already switched to other news.

  Su Qing and others were getting impatient, saying: "Who?"

  Qiao Mo gazed out of the window at a layer of dense golden sunlight and said, "Xu Wanli, the child in her belly is Ye Zenan's."

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao came out of the teahouse and walked along the road for a while before receiving a call from Zhou Haitang.

  "Yo Qiao, the press conference is over, where are you now? Are you still backstage?"

  "Not now, I have something to attend to," Song Yuqiao said. "You go back and give the photos and recorder to Dailin Card, I'll be right back."

  Hung up Zhou Haitang's phone and hailed a taxi.

  The driver in front asked: "Where are you going?"

  Song Yu was stunned for a moment and reported the address of Huazhen's dress shop.

  Hua's evening dress shop is usually empty at this time.

  Song Yuqiao pushed open the door and walked in, the wind chime on the door making a crisp sound.

  At the cashier's desk outside, only one shop assistant was sitting, who was a shop assistant that Song Yuqiao had seen before, a pretty and clever little girl.

  "Yo, Qiao Jie, you're here."

  Song Yuqiao smiled and nodded: "Is Huazhen here?"

  The little girl pointed to the design room with a "do not disturb" sign and said, "She's drawing in there. Do you want me to call her?"

  Song Yuqiao waved his hand: "No need."

  The little girl, seeing that Song Yuqiao was a familiar face, added another sentence: "Sister Hua has been coming every day for the past two days as soon as the shop opens. Sometimes she comes even earlier than me and stays inside all day without coming out. I also send her lunch, and it's not until closing time at night that she comes out. I don't know what happened."

  What happened...

  Song Yuqiao thought of it first. That night, Hua Xuan got drunk and wanted to talk to Pei Shichen, then Pei Shichen drove Hua Xuan back to the Hua's house.

  That night, Song Yuqiao didn't ask Pei Sheng what he had said to Hua Zhen, and Hua Zhen didn't call her again.

  Song Yuqiao pushed open the door, directly opposite the window, was a black marble long table, on which were scattered white sketch papers, Hua Shuo was lying at the end of the table, holding a pencil in his hand, hastily drawing, hearing the sound of the door, he raised his head, saw that it was Song Yuqiao, and lowered it again.

  Huajian said: "Find a place to sit casually, it's a bit messy, too lazy to clean up."

  Song Yuqiao walked over and saw that Hua Zhen was designing a very beautiful wedding dress, with a single-shoulder design, an ultra-long and large skirt, and a folded chest design, which was very beautiful.

  On a small table near the door, there was an electric kettle. Song Yuqiao walked over and touched the water temperature, which had already cooled down. He simply replaced it with a new one, plugged in the power source, and then moved a chair to sit down.

  "Hua Yun, let's go eat Malatang later, this time we want it extra spicy."

  Hua Yun's quietness made Song Yuqiao feel somewhat unaccustomed.

  In the past, whether it was with Hua Zhen or Lu Lu, among the three of them, Hua Zhen was always the most talkative and lively. I still remember the last time they had mala xiangguo together, which was extremely spicy, resulting in all three of them crying tears of pain.

  Hua Zhen reacted and pulled out a stack of sketches from the ones she had just finished drawing, handing them to Song Yuqiao: "You pick one set from here, when you get married, I'll make it for you as a gift."

  "My marriage is not over yet, wait until I get divorced."

  Hua Yun took back the sketch paper, "Alright then, when you and Ye Zenan get divorced, I'll set off 10,000 yuan worth of firecrackers to celebrate first."

  Hua Xuan sat in the chair with her head still lowered, drawing pictures. Song Yuqiao helped her tidy up the various dress designs on the table and made two cups of honey pomelo tea, handing one to Hua Xuan.

  It wasn't until almost six o'clock that Huazhen finally completed the design of a wedding dress. She stood up the blueprint, took a look through the light outside the window, and handed it to Song Yuqiao: "This wedding dress is most suitable for you. After I make some modifications, I'll give it to you as a new marriage gift. Don't pick anymore... Let's go eat spicy pot."

  Still went to the old store of that one mala pot they liked, as usual Hua chose meat and Song chose vegetables, then the two ordered a special spicy dish and directly ordered a dozen beers.

  Hua Zhen noticed Song Yuqiao frowning and said, "This time I'm treating, you can't say no to drinking! Even if it's for my sake, you have to drink!"

  "Yes, for you, cheers!"

  Song Yuqiao took two disposable paper cups, originally saying he wanted to pour wine, but Hua Shuo disliked drinking beer in that kind of paper cup, thinking it was too pretentious and not comfortable at all. So the two people simply started drinking directly from the bottle mouth.

  Song Yuqiao said that it was really true, before she and Ye Zenan were good, Lu Lu often joked with the two of them, saying that they were inseparable, and it would be better to live a life of two women together. Hua Shao just followed the trend and called Song Yuqiao "wife", Song Yuqiao heard this and got goosebumps all over her body.

  Later, she started dating Ye Zenan, and Hua Zhong also had her first boyfriend. However, she didn't like that boyfriend; she just wanted to experience the feeling of being in love.

  Until three years ago, Song Yuqiao married Ye Zenan with a heart full of resentment and hatred, while Hua Zhuan crossed the ocean to pursue Pei Si Cheng.

  "You and Ye Zenan, who would have thought he was such a scumbag at first," Hua Xuan said. "You don't know, back then, both Lu Lu and I thought you were the type to hold hands with Ye Zenan from high school to college, and then enter the grave together. Now that you're like this too, I don't even believe in love anymore."

  Song Yuqiao shook her head: "I don't believe it either... In the past, I admired my dad the most, Ye Zenan, but these two people... in the same summer, one had an affair and married a younger woman, and the other... never trusted me."

  Her father, her husband, had ruined her whole worldview.

  Love? Affection?

  Everything has been burned into ashes.

  Song Yuqiao really did her best, her drinking capacity is basically just touching the wine and falling down, but she also persisted in drinking a bottle of beer.

  Hua Yun's alcohol tolerance was quite good, but by the time Song Yuqiao had drunk half a bottle, she had already opened her third.

  "Yao Qiao, do you know that when I went back that day, Pei Si Cheng rejected me. This time, it was a thorough rejection. There have been times before, but I didn't take it seriously," Hua Shuo said with a hiccup. "Actually, Pei Si Cheng also has a past. You say, a man in his thirties, still bringing a five-year-old son, his emotional history must have gone through a lot too. My mom asked me before, can I accept being a stepmother to someone else's child after marriage? At that time, I said firmly, yes!"

  Hua Yun said, and then gulped down several mouthfuls of beer, ate a mouthful of dishes, and suddenly used both hands to fan the spicy food at the edge of his mouth.

  "If a man is really good to you, you can't resist, right? If a man like Pei Shuai treats you well, wouldn't you be infatuated with him, Yu Qiao! Song Yuqiao!" Hua Zhen pushed Song Yuqiao's shoulder, "Get up, Song Yuqiao! Let's drink!"

  Song Yuqiao had already fallen onto the table, her eyes somewhat dazed, but there was one good thing about her getting drunk - she wouldn't talk nonsense. Hoping that Song Yuqiao would say something wrong after drinking was absolutely impossible.

  Two people eating spicy hot pot and drinking beer, tears streaming down their faces as they cry and hug each other, causing the surrounding people to stare over, thinking something had happened. The server even came over to ask if they needed to call a friend to come over.

  "Who are you calling?" Hua Xuan slapped the table and stood up, but couldn't stand steadily, so she sat back down. "I'm right here! No need to call anyone!"

  After a while, Song Yuqiao's phone rang. She was drunk and fumbled in her bag for half a day to find the phone. When she took it out, she didn't even look at who it was and directly slid the screen. As a result, she misdialed and hung up on the other person.

  However, she thought it had already connected and put the phone to her ear, saying "Hello? Hello?" several times before putting the phone on the table and telling Hua Shuo: "I made a call but no one spoke."

  "He said: 'Neurosis.'"

  Song Yu Qiao smiled slyly: "Neurosis."

  ………………

  The two drunken girls' nonsense is just Paisley's promise.

  He reluctantly accepted Song Yuqiao's hang-up call again, couldn't help but shake his head, it was still like this, calling her phone had to be redialed three times or more, would hang up once, go silent once, and then use Pei Hangyu's small mobile phone to call again.

  He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and made another call.

  This time, it went through.

  "Is he in the company?"

  There is no sound in the receiver.

  "Is it Pei?"

  After three seconds, Song Yuqiao's voice finally came from the receiver "Hello! Who are you? Speak up! Not speaking again! Neurosis."

  Pei Si Cheng: "......"

  He heard Song Yuqiao's tone and knew she was drunk, so he asked: "Where are you now? I'll go pick you up."

  Song Yuqiao said: "I...where am I? I was with Hua Shuo, drinking beer and eating spicy fragrant pot..."

  "Now hand your phone over to the server next to you and let me talk to him." Peis said, stroking his brow.

  Pei Si Cheng heard that over there, Song Yu Qiao seemed to have beckoned a waiter and handed her phone to him.

  "Hello, can you tell me your store's address? My girlfriend got drunk and I'm going to pick her up now."

  The other party reported an address, and Peis Cheng said: "Thank you, trouble you to take care of it, I will arrive within 15 minutes."

  He hung up the phone and Pei Si didn't start the car immediately, but instead made a call to Tang Qi Shao Tang Yu Jue, telling him the address.

  "Your cousin is now drunk over there, go and bring her back."

  "No way, you arrived back from abroad last night and got the news today? I haven't even adjusted to the time difference yet."

  "Ten minutes later, you take Huazhen away."

  Then Pei Si Cheng threw his mobile phone on the passenger seat before starting the car.

  Paisong listened to the waiter's report of the address, which was located in the old city district. It wasn't a main street that cars could drive on, but rather a small alleyway. Paisong found an empty space and parked his car steadily before getting out.

  It's indeed an old shop, the sign outside is a bit worn out, the words are already blurred and can't be seen clearly, the floor-to-ceiling glass window is clean but the scratches on it reveal its age at a glance.

  Looking from the fallen glass window inside, the lights are bright and clear. In the middle of the room, Hua Zhong and Song Yuqiao are sitting, with beer bottles scattered all over the table. The two are holding chopsticks and randomly tapping on the table, as if they were saying some messy drinking games.

  Fortunately, it was already past dinner time, otherwise the two of them would have been disturbing other people's business.

  Pei Si Cheng didn't rush in, but stood outside, lit a cigarette, and gazed into the window with a solemn and distant look.

  However, just ten minutes later, a sleek red sports car drove over and Tang Qishi jumped out from above.

  "What kind of crappy place is this? There isn't even a parking space."

  As Tang Yukuo approached, Pei Si Cheng handed him a cigarette. Tang Yukuo waved his hand: "Don't smoke for now, let's get Huazhen into the car first."

  "Weren't you supposed to be playing abroad until the end of the year? Why have you come back now?"

  Tang Yukuo said: "No way, I'm pregnant, damn it's a big win! The quality of American condoms is really poor, last time I wore two and they both leaked."

  Pei Si couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  As soon as the two walked into the store, they heard Huazhen ask: "You say, can you withstand such a man?"

  Song Yuqiao shook her head like a rattle drum: "Cannot."

  Hua Yun slammed the wine bottle onto the table and said, "You say, if Pei Si treats you so well, how can you not fall in love with him?"

  Song Yuqiao didn't know if he had heard Hua Zhen's words clearly or not, and still shook his head: "Can't."

  Tang Yuko walked over and first pulled Hua Zhen up from her seat, "How did you get drunk to this extent? Let's go, Hua Zhen."

  Hua Yun raised her head and looked at Tang Yukuo for a while before recognizing him: "You're my cousin."

  Tang Yu Jue smiled: "Still can recognize people."

  Hua Yun suddenly fell forward, Pei Su Cheng stretched out his hand to support her, she lifted her head, turned around and grabbed Tang Yu Jue's collar: "Brother, go tell Pei Su Cheng for me! I don't care about him anymore, let him get out, get out and find his Xia Chu Chu, if he finds her I'll send them a wedding dress to wish them a hundred years of happiness and eternal love! I'm the kind of woman who can pick up and put down!"

  Although Hua Zhen can put it down, but after chasing for three years, how long will it take to put this feeling down.

  Tang Yujue directly took Hua Zhen out with her, nodding at Pei Si Cheng: "I'll go first."

  He also saw Song Yuqiao sitting opposite Huazhen, and before that, he often took Huazhen's two good friends, Song Yuqiao and Lu Lu, to play outside, soak in hot springs, and climb mountains. However, it never occurred to him that the person Pei Si Cheng had been searching for was actually this very Song Yuqiao.

  It's really a wonderful match made in heaven.

  Hua Yun was still chattering away, when Tang Yu Jue directly pushed her cousin's forehead: "Alright, just come out and that's it, there must be a first and last, Song Yu Qiao knew Pei Si Cheng before you did."

  Hua Yun didn't understand, she directly ran to the roadside ditch and vomited.

  Tang Yuko shook her head.

  I don't know if Huazhen will find out about this in the future, and whether his friendship with Song Yuqiao can continue. If it can't, even he will regret it.

  ………………

  In the store, Song Yuqiao sat quietly, just like every time he drank, very quiet, as if there was no problem at all.

  Pei Si walked over and sat down in the position Hua Zhen had just left, facing Song Yuqiao.

  Song Yuqiao's cheeks were flushed with a drunken red, and her lips were also bright fire engine red. Pei Si Cheng took a glance at the bottom of the spicy pot in front of him and thought it was probably due to the stimulation of chili peppers.

  Song Yuqiao took a glance at Pei Si Cheng and seemed to have only realized then that Hua Zhen was nowhere to be seen, so she widened her eyes and looked around left and right.

  "Hey? Where's Huazhen?"

  Pei Shu said: "Hua Yun has left."

  "Oh." Song Yuqiao said with a long drawl.

  Paisley said: "I'm here to pick you up."

  Song Yu asked with a tilted head: "Where are you taking me?"

  Pei Si Cheng said: "I'll take you home."

  Drunk Song Yuqiao was extremely quiet, and Pei Shichen let her do whatever she wanted, only that maybe because she had drunk a lot of wine, she seemed a bit dull.

  "Fasten your seatbelts."

  Song Yuqiao said she was going to fasten her seatbelt but had been trying for a long time without succeeding.

  Pais quickly turned around and fastened his seatbelt.

  Song Yuqiao blinked, with a dazed and confused gaze, looked at Pei Si Cheng, then rubbed his temples, revealing a row of white teeth as he smiled: "You really look good."

  Pei Si rarely saw Song Yuqiao as usual, and deliberately teased her, saying: "Where is it beautiful?"

  "Everything looks good." Song Yuqiao smiled like a little girl, completely unlike her usual polite and efficient self at work.

  Pei Si Cheng smiled and pinched Song Yu Qiao's delicate face, "I think you should come with me tonight?"

  Song Yuqiao nodded heavily and said in a very serious tone: "Okay, you want to support me, huh?"

  Pei Si's fingers on the steering wheel paused for a moment, then reversed smoothly, stepped on the accelerator, and said softly: "Okay, I'll support you."

  ………………

  Pei Chi drove directly and sent Song Yuqiao to Jinshui Apartment.

  Because he had known early on that Song Yuqiao's sister, Song Shuying, had gone out of town with Han Jinyu and wouldn't be back for several days, otherwise he would have taken Song Yuqiao directly to Huayuan.

  When it was time to open the door, Song Yuqiao searched for the key in her bag, but after searching for half a day, she couldn't find it. So she simply turned the bag over and everything inside fell out, including lip gloss, mascara, powder puff, small notebooks, signature pens, keychains, and even her phone, which clattered to the ground.

  Pei Su let out a quiet sigh, pulled Song Yuqiao up and pressed her against the wall: "Stand still now, I'll help you get the key."

  Song Yu nodded.

  Pei Si Cheng lowered his head and reorganized everything in Song Yu Qiao's bag, but he couldn't find the key.

  He simply took out a key from his own pocket and inserted it, opening the door with a click.

  Song Yuqiao exclaimed, "How did you get a key to my house?"

  This is the real landlord, how can there be no key?

  Pei Cheng silently put the key back into his own pocket and pulled Song Yuqiao inside.

  Song Yuqiao directly reached out to grab the key from Pei Si Cheng's pocket: "You stole my family's key! Hand it over quickly!"

  She said, and directly stretched out her hand to grab Peisong's trouser pocket.

  Because she was drunk and had no aim, when her hand reached into the pocket of her pants, it directly touched the middle part of her pants.

  Pei Si Chong took a deep breath, directly pressed down on Song Yu Qiao's shoulder, and pushed her against the wall, but protected the back of her head, so she didn't hit the wall.

  Song Yuqiao didn't understand what was going on and asked, "Why did you push me?"

  Pei's large hand directly grasped Song Yuqiao's small hand, then pressed it down on his already bulging crotch, leaning in to bite Song Yuqiao's ear.

  Song Yuqiao was really drunk, absolutely the kind that would pass out and not know what happened when she woke up, because she didn't withdraw her hand due to the certain thing swelling in her palm, but instead teasingly grasped it with her five fingers, then smiled softly: "How can it still get bigger."

  Pei Si Cheng: “......”

  His last bit of sanity was also taken away by Song Yuqiao's smile and pinch, as if his soul had been hooked away.

  He kissed Song Yuqiao's lips fiercely, and at first, he still used that kind of patient grinding, but it didn't last long before Song Yuqiao became short of breath and her face turned bright red.

  Pei Si's one hand pressed against Song Yuqiao's buttocks, the other wrapped around her waist, and he transferred the air from his mouth to hers. Then, he turned it into a passionate kiss, and when Song Yuqiao was almost out of breath, he transferred another mouthful of air to her.

  Song Yuqiao's inner fire was ignited, due to the alcohol and also due to Pei Shichen's masculine hormones, it finally burst into flames, his hands unconsciously grasped at Pei Shichen's back, messing up his shirt.

  She wrapped herself around Pei Sheng's waist like a snake, and Pei Sheng looked at the charming eyes in his arms and smiled.

  Who said before, Xia Chuchu's limbs are stiff and uncoordinated, definitely a piece of wood in bed?

  Look now, it's almost melted away.

  A quiet night, as two people are attracted to each other in their loneliness, gradually becomes fiery and alluring.

  The early summer breeze carried a hint of heat, rustling the pale green curtains and bringing with it the sweet scent of jasmine flowers that bloomed at night.

  Because Song Yuqiao's body was extremely weak, and she had also been drinking, after doing it once, she completely fell into a state of drowsiness. Pei Sicheng pinched her nose, calling her "little lazy pig". Song Yuqiao couldn't breathe through her nose, so she opened her mouth to breathe instead. Pei Sicheng then leaned down and kissed her again before picking her up and taking her to the bathroom to clean up.

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao felt that this morning was very different.

  She actually slept until she woke up naturally.

  Oh no, I was woken up by someone.

  She opened her eyes, took a glance at the dull sky outside the window, turned over to continue sleeping, and then noticed two piercing gazes falling on the back of her head.

  People have this kind of magical vigilance, sometimes it's really like even with their eyes closed, they can still feel someone staring at them.

  She suddenly opened her eyes and inadvertently bumped into a broad chest.

  She rubbed her eyes, for a moment unable to tell whether she was dreaming or awake. "Pei Su? I dreamed of you again?"

  Pei Si Cheng smiled lightly and said: "Have you ever dreamed of me?"

  "This isn't a dream... is it?" She didn't even have the energy to speak anymore.

  Pei Si leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her face. He grasped her waist with one hand and pulled her other hand over to cover his abs: "Want to verify whether this is a dream or a spring dream?"

  Song Yuqiao was completely certain about this.

  This is not a dream.

  She sat up in bed, not expecting the quilt covering her body to slide down from her shoulders, revealing her bare torso. However, it was clear that there were dense lip marks on her chest, neck, and collarbone.

  Song Yuqiao's face turned red in an instant, she directly pulled the quilt to her chest to cover it up, but a piece of quilt was all pulled to her front, and the quilt that covered Pei Si Cheng's body also came over.

  Paischen revealed his well-defined chest, he usually wore a shirt and looked quite thin, but now his chest muscles were very beautiful, and the waistline below was breathtakingly perfect...

  The key is not the honey-colored chest, but the scratches on the chest, several red scratches are particularly obvious, and a bite mark on the neck...

  Song Yuqiao's blood all surged towards his brain, suddenly igniting his boiling point.

  Pei Si stood up and smiled slightly: "Don't mind it, I'll just think of it as a little wild cat's claw scratch."

  He turned and went to the bathroom, and it was only then that Song Yuqiao saw that the scratches on his chest were negligible compared to the finger marks and scratches all over his back.

  How intense it was last night...

  She moved her sore legs and felt revived, only then did she feel the pain below her waist, as if it had been disassembled and reassembled.

  No, dissected into the abdomen.

  She gradually recalled that last night was with Hua Zhen going to eat hot pot and then drinking...

  It's wine again, drinking causes trouble.

  Just as Song Yuqiao was frantically looking for clothes, she saw that from the bedroom bed to the living room, there were Pei Si Cheng's suit, shirt, her dress, and even a torn pair of stockings, and a flash of red lingerie...

  Song Yuqiao closed her eyes, picked up the pajamas and wrapped them around her body, barefoot on the floor, just about to go get something when she heard two knocks at the door, it was the sound of a key being inserted into the lock and turning.

  Right after that, the conversation between Song Shuying and Han Jinyu could be heard.

  "You go see Old Lady Pei, I won't go, she is your..." Song Shuying's voice suddenly trailed off.

  In the living room, clothes were scattered all over the place, messy and chaotic, extending all the way to Song Yuqiao's bedroom...