Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Song Yang's eyes obviously changed.

That is by no means the gaze of a friend, but the gaze of a man to a woman.

Zhong Ying realized that she was in danger, and said sharply, "Have you seen enough?"

Song Yang turned his gaze back to her face: "Your shoulder strap is broken."

Zhong Ying was taken aback, is it because she has a villainous heart?

In fact, people have no evil thoughts?

Then you have to get up quickly, and you can't hug him like this.

It's not that she doesn't trust Song Yang, but mainly because she doesn't trust drunk men.

When a man is drunk, he is easily impulsive, and a man who is stimulated is more likely to lose control when he is drunk.

She pushed Song Yang hard, this time pushing him away.

She also sat up quickly, adjusted her clothes with her back to the person on the bed, and said angrily, "You have the nerve to say that you tore my clothes the first time I wore them."

"I?"

"Otherwise, who else is there?"

"Sorry..." He closed his eyes and lay on his back on the bed, "I'll pay you for the ring in the bathroom."

He looked like he was talking in his sleep, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

Zhong Ying paused as she was pinning the brooch, "That ring is much more expensive than my dress."

"It doesn't matter, it's useless for me to keep it anyway."

He was so disheartened that he didn't even open his eyes.

Zhong Ying was not polite to him either, she went straight to the bathroom, took out the ring, and went back to the bedroom.

"I really want it, I won't regret it later."

Song Yang nodded: "I don't regret it."

"Okay, then I won't be polite to you."

Taking this ring away will save him from being sad when he sees it.

So in front of Song Yang, she put the ring in her handbag.

……

Song Yang was so sad today, he just wanted to throw away everything about Xun Xia.

He didn't feel bad about that ring at all.

But sometimes people can't talk too much, because you really don't know when you will slap yourself in the face.

That big diamond ring, which he wished he would never see again, became something he desperately needed just a week later.

……

Back on the wedding day of Ouyang Zheng and Xun Xia, after Zhong Ying took Song Yang to the room and settled down, he waited for the waiter to bring stomach medicine and watched him take the medicine.

After making sure that he didn't need anyone to watch, Zhong Ying left the hotel.

She didn't go back to the wedding scene again, the blessings that should be sent have been delivered, and the things that should be witnessed have also been witnessed.

She still had things to do, so she called Xun Xia and left by car.

Song Yang sent her a message the next day, thanking her for taking him back to the hotel, and thanking her for stopping him in time, not letting him ruin Xun Xia's wedding, let alone making him look ugly.

It seems that the alcoholism is completely over.

Maybe also give up.

In the following week, Zhong Ying flew to several cities to discuss projects and visit factories. He was so busy that he didn't have a few meals.

Even if it is a machine, it cannot rotate like this, let alone a human.

A week later, Zhong Ying successfully fell ill.

Wrapped in a windbreaker, she stepped off the plane, wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

She asked the driver to take her home, that luxurious but unpopular private villa.

Usually, she doesn't live with her parents, and she doesn't hire a nanny at home.After all, I seldom come back, and I order takeaway when I’m hungry, and I can’t open fire a few times throughout the year.

As for the sanitation at home, she also needs to clean up before asking the housekeeper to come over. She can't do it herself.

When there is time to do housework, it is better to get a good night's sleep.

And she spends most of her time in hotels near the company.

There is her exclusive room there, the hotel is equipped with a butler, who can also wash her clothes and deliver meals, and it is close to the company. If it is not necessary, Zhong Ying will not come back to live.

Right now, because she is sick and the interior of the hotel is being renovated, she has only been home for two days.

Jiangcheng's late autumn was much colder than Nancheng's. When she got off the plane, she wore less clothes, and the cold got worse with each hot and cold day.

In the evening, a high fever started directly.

I wanted to take some antipyretics, put the pills in my mouth, and reached for the water glass on the bedside table, but it was empty.

Because of the fever, she was sore and weak, and she didn't bother to fetch water, so she swallowed the pills raw.

It was a large tablet of antipyretic, and when she swallowed it, she choked on her throat, Zhong Ying couldn't help retching, tears almost came out.

After taking the medicine, he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The cold mansion, the dark room, the lonely rich woman... Thinking of these, Zhong Ying's tears really came down.

During the day, she works in a hurry, like an energy bar that can never be exhausted.

But at night, when you are alone, you can realize what it is to be lonely and cold.

Now that I am sick, I am more vulnerable and want to be comforted.

So she took out her mobile phone and called her eldest brother, wanting to hear his voice, and let her know that there are still people in this world who care about her life or death.

But the eldest brother didn't get through on the phone, probably because he had a rest.

So he called his second brother Zhong Rufei.

The second brother got through on the phone, but his side was very noisy, saying that he was attending a class reunion.

Zhong Ying said twice that she was not feeling well and wanted to talk to him for a while, but the second brother didn't hear a word, so she asked her to talk again.

Zhong Ying's throat was uncomfortable, and she didn't want to shout at him, so she sighed, "Forget it, you can play, I'm fine."

Then she hung up the phone angrily.

At this moment, Song Yang called.

Looking at the names displayed on the phone screen, she has never had a more pleasing moment to look at Song Yang than this moment.

She answered the call, and Song Yang's voice came from the receiver, but his voice was deeper than usual: "Are you asleep?"

"No……"

"Are you in Jiangcheng? Treat you to supper."

Zhong Ying didn't even bother to pick up a glass of water, so how could he go to eat supper, so he said to Song Yang, "I just came back today, I feel a little uncomfortable, why don't you buy supper and bring it over, and eat it at my house?"

"Okay, do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

"It's okay, I don't have an appetite anyway."

"Then send me the address, and I'll go straight there in a while."

So Zhong Ying sent Song Yang's home address to Song Yang's mobile phone, and also gave him the login password by the way, telling him to open the door and enter by himself when he arrived later.

The antipyretics she had just taken might have sedative ingredients. While waiting for Song Yang, the effects of the medicine took effect, and Zhong Ying fell asleep unknowingly.

When she woke up again, Song Yang had already arrived at her house and was sitting beside her bed, putting one hand on her forehead to test her temperature.

A desk lamp was lit in the room, and the light shone on his handsome eyebrows, adding a layer of tenderness.

"When did you come here?" Zhong Ying said, sitting up halfway, leaning against the head of the bed.

"Just arrived," Song Yang looked at her, "how did you make yourself like this?"

She smiled mischievously, "I'm too busy these days, I didn't take care of drinking water, I got angry."

Then she looked at the kraft paper bag on the table at the end of the bed: "Why did you think of looking for me for supper, and if you need something?"

Song Yang nodded, and after a while, he said, "Forget it, let's eat first, and we'll talk after we finish."