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

When Li Su saw that Meng Tang hadn't returned after a while, she thought she had fallen into the toilet.

I followed the path to the restroom and vaguely saw a familiar silhouette around the corner.

"Tang..."

Meng Tang had just been picked up by Song Guanting and hadn't even had time to come up with another reason when she caught a glimpse of Li Su, who seemed oblivious to what was happening, walking towards them.

Oh no, if we run into each other face to face, their double agent story will come to an end!

Hearing the sound, Song Guanting turned around to look.

Meng Tang acted incredibly quickly, swiftly raising her hand to cover Song Guanting's eyes.

Then she shouted loudly, "Since you've flown all the way back from France, honey, I'll reluctantly come home with you!"

Upon hearing this sound, Li Su immediately stopped the car and then saw Song Guanting holding Meng Tang.

That was close! We almost bumped into each other face to face!

Meng Tang blinked frantically: Let's get out of here, I'll clean up the mess!

Li Su turned her head and said: Best sister, forever!

Then, without looking back, they quickly slipped away.

Why are you blindfolding me?

Song Guanting sensed something was wrong, but before he could let go of Meng Tang's hand, his little wife leaned forward in his arms.

Like a chick pecking at rice, a kiss brushed across his lips.

"So it'll be easier for me to steal a kiss from you."

Song Guanting grasped her fair wrist, his eyes regaining their light, his gaze dark and unfathomable. "Is that so?"

"Since you're so eager to throw yourself into my arms, I'll reluctantly grant your wish."

Meng Tang: I didn't, don't talk nonsense!

Assistant Zhou was waiting outside the bar. When he saw President Song carrying his wife out, he immediately opened the car door.

Before going inside, Meng Tang didn't forget to complain about Assistant Zhou once again.

"Xiao Zhou, you've been corrupted by Song Guanting! You didn't even tell me beforehand, so I'm docking your bonus!"

Assistant Zhou maintained his smile: "Madam, I didn't book Mr. Song's plane ticket this time."

In short, he didn't know that Song Guanting would come back halfway, so he could only silently light a candle for Meng Tang.

With a flick of his wrist, Song Guanting tossed Meng Tang, who was still preoccupied with arguing with others, into the back seat.

Although it was a fall, it wasn't very high, so Meng Tang just plopped down on the back seat.

"You've reminded me that my allowance for this month has been deducted."

He leaned on the chair with one hand, his tall frame looming over him like a mountain.

It carries an aggressive oppression and danger.

"This is the consequence of lying."

For Meng Tang, who is obsessed with money, anything can be deducted except her money.

My husband is always busy with work, and working overtime is a regular occurrence. Apart from fulfilling his marital obligations a few times a month, he is almost unrestrained and has an extra five million yuan in pocket money every month.

This kind of life, where you can lie down and count money and be as happy as a god, is simply the pinnacle of life.

Meng Tang sat up abruptly, pinching her thigh to force out a few tears, which lingered in her almond-shaped eyes, making her look pitiful.

"Honey, I was wrong. I wasn't lying; it was a white lie. Besides, you saw it yourself. I just went to a bar for a drink, and I rejected all the people who tried to chat me up or ask for my WeChat without hesitation."

Meng Tang leaned forward and, like a kitten snuggling, took the initiative to hug his neck.

"From now on, I'll definitely let you know in advance before I go out drinking, okay? Talking about money really hurts our relationship, Song Guanting~ Guanting~ Husband~"

The little imp tugged at his tie, acting coquettishly while fidgeting and being restless.

Her voice was like candied fruit, sweet and cloying with a seductive ending.

Song Guanting's dark eyes flashed with a dangerous lust as he encircled her hand with his large palm, firmly controlling it.

He looked down into those almond-shaped eyes, shimmering with moisture, with an aggressive possessiveness and an undisguised declaration.

"If you please me, I'll let you off this time."

It wasn't the first time they'd slept together, so Meng Tang could easily understand his unspoken meaning.

She blinked her almond-shaped eyes, glanced around, and tentatively reminded, "We're still in the car, isn't this... inappropriate?"

"I flew all the way back, not to ask how you are."

As the car window slowly rolled up, the privacy film completely concealed the view inside the black Maybach.

Only the occasional swaying and suppressed, low breathing reminded them what was happening inside the car.

Meng Tang's eyes welled up with saline solution, turning them red.

But Song Guanting had no intention of letting her go. With a wicked grin, he pressed his fingertip against her lips and teeth.

Knead repeatedly until a reddish blush appears.

"Don't worry, the sound insulation inside the car is just as good."

"Let me hear your voice."

That guy's a pervert! He's got so many tricks up his sleeve!

After it was over, Meng Tang, clutching her torn dress, angrily complained, "You tore my new dress again!"

Song Guanting remained silent, slowly and methodically straightening his disheveled and wrinkled shirt. He appeared impeccably dressed, but beneath the surface, he was a complete hypocrite.

His eyes were a little red at the corners, but it was just the languor of someone who had just finished eating.

He took out his phone and tapped the screen with his slender fingers.

"Alipay payment received, 100,000 yuan."

Meng Tang grinned from ear to ear, saying smugly, "I'm only doing this because of the new dress."

She was secretly planning to buy expensive and easily torn dresses in the future, so that she could easily make double the price difference. Perfect!

Suddenly, Meng Tang remembered the important matter, and her pretty face moved closer, staring intently at the man in front of her.

"Am I prettier, or is that woman you spoke to in France prettier?"

Although she knew that Song Guanting would lose control and become love-struck whenever he was around Chu Weiwei, she still needed to confirm in advance whether Song Guanting had the idea of ​​imprisoning and possessing Chu Weiwei this time.

If that's the case, then she probably won't be able to stay as the first wife for long.

It's a pity she hasn't gotten enough money from Song Guanting yet. If the late emperor were to die before his great undertaking was even halfway done, the thought of all that money would be so painful!

Song Guanting glanced at her.

Is the young wife jealous?

Perhaps because she had just been moistened, her round and large almond-shaped eyes shimmered as if they were immersed in water, so bright that they could only hold his reflection.

Song Guanting never bothered to explain such trivial matters, but since he was in a good mood after eating his fill today, he gave a curt reply.

"Nothing."

Meng Tang tilted her head, blinking her eyes in confusion.

What does it mean if I don't say anything?

She asked whether she or Chu Weiwei was prettier, not whether he and Chu Weiwei had spoken!

Before Meng Tang could ask any more questions, Song Guanting received a phone call.

He resumed his indifferent and cold demeanor: "Okay, I understand. Keep an eye on it. I'm coming over now."

Meng Tang wasn't so narcissistic as to think that Song Guanting had flown all the way back from France just to capture her.

Their relationship was just a superficial one; at most, they were physically compatible, but there was no other affection between them.

Moreover, Song Guanting's obsession with Chu Weiwei bordered on perverse imprisonment, something that Chu Weiwei, a mere cannon fodder wife, could never compare to.

However, the necessary procedures still need to be followed.

"So you didn't fly back from France because you missed me. I was just a rest stop for you during your layover."

Meng Tang spread her hands and said, "Then let's settle the payment for the sexual favors, President Song."