Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

Shang Xi lowered her eyes, but the eyelashes in front of her eyes trembled a few times.

Gradually, the curve of her lips widened.

She shifted, turned around, and hugged the man.

She buried her head in his chest, her voice equally soft, "Mr. Si, I know. I'm worried about her only because she's my only friend, but for your sake... I'll try my best to keep a proper distance from her in the future."

The reason for keeping her distance was simply because she knew Qiao Wanwan's identity very well, and she also had a general idea of ​​the power behind the man.

She was certain that the Si brothers all knew as well.

Otherwise, neither of them would have shown that subtle, wary look in their eyes when they looked at Qiao Wanwan.

Her words undoubtedly surprised Si Tingye.

In fact, he did not intend to listen to Si Chengxiao and deprive Shang Xi of her right to make friends.

However, black and white are ultimately irreconcilable.

Even though the Si family had completely cleaned up their act on the surface decades ago, the capital city was still not their territory, so they had to be on guard.

Moreover, the Qiao family has always been known for its strict adherence to the law and its low-key approach to life.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to survive unscathed after making countless enemies.

Si Tingye placed a kiss on her forehead, then moved to her lips and neck, finally lingering his hot breath around her ear.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Honey, I've arranged our wedding banquet at the manor. Shall we get ready together when we get back from London?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Xi was slightly taken aback.

She had always assumed that, according to European customs, after registering in a church, there would be an outdoor wedding banquet immediately, followed by a honeymoon.

It seems the man's plan wasn't like that.

As if guessing what she was thinking, Si Tingye added, "I don't want to see the old man at our wedding banquet. Besides, this is our home, so it's more meaningful to hold it here, isn't it?"

Shang Xi smiled and wrapped her arms around the man's neck.

After giving him a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose, she nodded, "Okay, whatever Mr. Si says, I'll just be a quiet bride."

Her initiative undoubtedly fueled the already ignited fire even more fiercely.

Si Tingye's eyes grew even deeper, his deep pupils seeming to draw people in.

He bowed his head and kissed her; the rest was a natural consequence.

Moonlight streamed through the curtains, and two figures, their shadows rising and falling, could be vaguely seen reflected on the wall.

Beautiful night.

The next day.

Since the mall didn't open until 9 a.m. at the earliest, Yin Xiu and Zuo Ye dawdled until 8 a.m. before finally driving the truck they had managed to get out of the manor.

However, the two, who had been living abroad for years and had never even touched the car, forgot something very important.

That means large motor vehicles are prohibited from entering the city during the day.

This time of day isn't considered peak hour, but there were still quite a few people on the street.

Such a conspicuous target naturally cannot escape the range of electronic surveillance.

Just as we were about to reach the purchasing center, police sirens suddenly sounded behind us.

The two were chased by police cars and forced to pull over to the side of the road.

After all, this was the first car this year to blatantly defy traffic laws, so they were surrounded by five or six traffic police officers after they stopped the car.

Zuo Ye was completely bewildered.

Yin Xiu, who was driving, was completely bewildered.

He got out of the car with his phone in his hand and cooperated with the investigation fairly well.

After being reminded, they belatedly realized they had violated the rules.