Best friend turned enemy? Marrying the villain, if she runs, I'll run too.

It should be noted that Song Guanting was a person who never liked to waste time on trivial matters.

For him, the people he hired at great expense weren't there to freeload.

Therefore, President Song, who never lifts a finger to cook, has never personally set foot in the kitchen.

Genting Highlands has at least a hundred servants, each with a clear division of labor and specific duties.

Song Guanting is usually busy with work, so he naturally wouldn't spend his energy on something that can be done by someone else simply by spending money.

So when Chen Ma heard his question and saw him open the refrigerator and rummage through it rather clumsily, she was shocked and rushed over.

"Sir, would you like some honey water? You could have just let me know, why did you come downstairs yourself?"

With practiced ease, Chen's mother found a jar of honey in the third compartment of the refrigerator, slightly towards the back.

But Song Guanting simply took the honey from Chen Ma's hand, his tone indifferent and casual: "It's alright, I'll do it. It's already late, we can't let her drink anything too sweet."

When others make honey water, they inevitably fail to control the sweetness properly.

It was actually for the wife to drink?

Chen Ma watched in surprise as Song Guanting, somewhat clumsily, scooped up a spoonful of honey, then, seemingly thinking it was too much, poured some back in.

He then put it in a glass of water, but then he thought that if it didn't taste very sweet, his delicate little wife would probably make a fuss again, and in the end, he would be the one who suffered.

Song Guanting added some more water before going to fetch more.

Seeing this, Aunt Chen quickly stopped him, "Sir, when making honey water, it's best to use water between 40 and 50 degrees Celsius. Otherwise, if it exceeds 50 degrees Celsius, it will destroy the nutrients in the honey."

Song Guanting's brows furrowed in seriousness, as if he were studying a very important document.

He nodded and adjusted the water purifier to a temperature of 45 degrees Celsius.

As Song Guanting carried the honey water he had personally prepared upstairs, he stepped onto the spiral staircase, paused, and then gave another instruction.

"Make some high-carbohydrate foods for breakfast tomorrow."

High carbohydrates are good for digestion, making them ideal for people with hangovers.

Chen Ma once again marveled at Song Guanting's meticulousness and replied, "Yes, sir."

After drinking the sweet honey water, Meng Tang was no longer as disobedient as when she was drinking the hangover tea.

He drank it all, not a drop left, and then smacked his lips as if he still wanted more.

Song Guanting put the water glass aside and noticed some water stains left on her lips.

She stretched out a slender, jade-like finger and gently wiped away the water stains.

Before he could retract his hand, Meng Tang's tongue, which had been licking the corner of his lips, slid across his fingertips.

Then, without warning, she bit his finger.

Song Guanting was so angry he almost laughed.

Bite him when you're angry.

He was clearly happy now, but he still bit him.

What if his hand is a teething toy?

Before Song Guanting could make any further move, he felt his fingertips being licked.

It was as if they were savoring a delicious meal.

Meng Tang even smacked her lips in satisfaction, saying, "So sweet, so delicious."

Song Guanting was stunned for a moment before he realized that he must have accidentally gotten some honey residue on his fingertips while he was handling the honey.

Her mouth is as sharp as a puppy's; she managed to make it taste like a dog's.

It's fine if she licks it once, but if she keeps slapping it, it's no different from flirting.

Song Guanting suppressed his emotions, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He was still mindful that she was drunk and that he had already taken good care of her in the bathroom.

Song Guanting forcibly withdrew his hand, fixing his restless wife, who was eagerly trying to put her mouth into his mouth, to the bed.

"Meng Tang, if you keep seducing me, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

His words sounded like a threat, but more than that, they were words of forbearance.

He must have owed her something in his past life!

But once a fire is ignited, it cannot be extinguished so easily.

After Song Guanting was forced to take a cold shower and barely calmed down, the culprit came out of the bathroom and curled up like a spring roll, fast asleep.

*

When Meng Tang woke up the next day, she didn't feel a headache.

My head doesn't hurt, but I feel soreness in my lower back and back.

I've never heard of feeling like you've been slept with after being drunk.

Meng Tang felt puzzled. When she looked up, she saw a face so close to hers, as beautiful and handsome as a distant mountain.

Song Guanting's facial features are extremely smooth, as if God was extremely biased when creating man, each stroke carefully engraved.

Even though she had seen it many times, she was still amazed by the close-up view.

It's so beautiful, it's beautiful everywhere...

Wait a minute, on this perfect face, how come there's a teeth mark on the right cheek?

Although the mark had faded considerably overnight, it was still clearly visible that it had been bitten.

The fact that the bite was placed in such an ambiguous position suggests that the person who made the bite must have had a very close relationship with Song Guanting...

My mind, sluggish from the hangover, finally began to clear.

Last night's absurd and incredibly absurd scenes replayed in Meng Tang's mind frame by frame, like an old movie.

Not only did she make a scene, demanding that Song Guanting carry her the whole way, but she also ungratefully bit his face.

And on the main street, I was singing "The Lone Warrior" with a group of kids.

This old man has completely lost face...

Meng Tang couldn't recall anything anymore, so she grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her head, trying to play dead like a quail.

Song Guanting barely slept a wink all night, of course, because his young wife kept him up.

So today, he woke up later than the other person, which was unusual for him. He was awakened by the rustling noises from the people around him.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Meng Tang crawling into the blankets like a caterpillar.

Fearing she might suffocate, Song Guanting lifted her out with one hand.

Why are you crawling under the covers? Aren't you stuffy?

Meng Tang's face flushed with shame. "Why didn't you stop me last night?!"

The earth was destroyed the next day, so she lost all face, right?

Very well, they've started by turning the tables on you first thing this morning.

"The premise is whether I can stop you. Do you need me to help you recall how much trouble you caused last night?"

Meng Tang hadn't expected the wine to have such a strong aftereffect.

Even when the show ended, she was still quite lucid.

Who knew that after vomiting all over Cheng Youjun, she became completely drunk.

It's all Cheng Youjun's fault, that gigolo!

Meng Tang felt unusually guilty.

But then, she glanced down and found that her body was covered with many ambiguous marks.

Especially since her skin is so fair, every time she gets a little bit of skin bruised, it will leave bruises that are hard to fade even after a night.

Soon, shame was replaced by annoyance.

"Song Guanting, you took advantage of my vulnerability!"

Song Guanting sat up slowly and calmly, as steady as an old dog.

"What's wrong with me fulfilling my legal marital obligations to my legal wife?"

Meng Tang was furious.

No wonder she felt sore all over; she thought she had drunk fake alcohol.

It seems I was thoroughly sedated by Song Guanting all night!