Su Yang's hair was usually well maintained, smooth and soft. Feeling the unskilled and unfamiliar technique on her head, the curve of her lips deepened, and a hint of smile appeared in her clear and deep almond eyes.

The hair dryer had very strong wind power, and in about seven or eight minutes, Su Yang's hair was dry.

The whirring sound of the wind stopped abruptly, and the whole room fell silent. Su Yang casually tied up her hair with the hairband on her wrist.

"Let's go. I'm hungry. Let's see what Mrs. Luo has cooked."

Rong Zhan unplugged the cord of the hair dryer, glanced at her thin Qianying, narrowed his eyes, casually wrapped the cord around the hair dryer, placed it on the cabinet next to him, and followed her out of the room.

In the restaurant, the dishes on the table were all covered with lids. When Mrs. Luo saw the two of them coming out, she quickly opened the lids and brought out the bowls and chopsticks.

After everything was ready, I went to the basement to clean.

Rong Zhan helped her fill a bowl of black chicken soup, and put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into her bowl: "What happened last night?"

Su Yang was silent for a while, and did not intend to hide it from him, so he asked: "I remember you seemed to tell me that you were afraid of cats because you had a nightmare when you were a child and were attacked by a black cat."

"Yeah." Rong Zhan glanced at her and replied calmly, "It was also from that time that I began to faint and pass out frequently."

"It should be at that time that your luck was absorbed by the black cat. I have the same luck as you. The evil spirit last night must have targeted my luck."

Rong Zhan frowned. What she said was almost the same as what the Master Shikong his grandmother had invited said.

Moreover, the dream about the black cat had accompanied him for more than twenty years. After he married her and slept with her, the dream never appeared again.

"I suddenly felt unwell last night because the evil spirit absorbed my luck, but it's not a big problem. The peach branch in the white magnolia bottle can help me nourish my energy, and the luck in your body can also help me recover."

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Su Yang spoke again slowly: "Are you free tonight?"

Rong Zhan subconsciously looked at the string of milky white Bodhi beads on her wrist, two of which were tinged with deep red.

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Come with me to the Su family."

"Go back to the Su family?"

Su Yang nodded: "According to common sense, I have this string of Bodhi beads to protect me. Generally, evil spirits cannot get close to me. Instead, they will be absorbed by the Bodhi beads. But the evil spirit last night was not afraid of my Bodhi beads and luck."

"Are you suspecting that the evil spirit came from the Su family?" Rong Zhan's eyes darkened.

"This is just my guess. I can only make a conclusion after I return to the Su family tonight. Moreover, even if this thing came from the Su family, it is probably just being used." Su Yang drank a sip of soup and paused slightly: "By the way, ask someone to check whether Ni Sangwan has had any contact with the Su family recently."

"You doubt her?"

"I asked her about Xixi's fainting last time. She said that she suddenly lost consciousness and fainted when she took the snacks from Ni Sangwan." Su Yang was silent for a while and did not say anything directly. He just stated the point that he suspected.

"It's because of her."

Rong Zhan understood instantly, a dangerous and hawk-like light flashed in his eyes. He put down the chopsticks in his hand, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called Qin Yu, asking him to check all the recent movements of Ni Sangwan and the Ni family.

Around seven o'clock in the evening, the silver moon like a jade plate was half hidden in the hazy clouds, emitting a faint and cool glow.

After dinner, Su Yang and Rong Zhan sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV together.

The evening news was playing on TV. Rong Zhan glanced at the wall clock and poked a piece of fruit to feed her lips: "Didn't you say you would go back to the Su family tonight? Not going back?"

"Yes, it's not time yet." Su Yang raised his eyebrows, and said with a hint of frivolity in his cold tone: "Let's go later. It's not too late to go there at nine o'clock."

If she goes back now, she is afraid of being branded as the one who brought down her father.

Otherwise, public opinion can kill people.

It is better for her to avoid these unnecessary troubles as much as possible.

"Sir, I have prepared everything you want. When do you think it would be best for the driver to set off?" Mrs. Luo came over and asked with a slight nod.

"Let's go at 8:30." Rong Zhan coldly uttered two notes without any warmth.

"Yes, then I'll go talk to the driver."

After Mrs. Luo left, Su Yang asked in confusion: "What did you prepare?"

"Two days ago, Xu Yi sent a gift to Rong Garden. I had someone deliver it today. It's a good time to return it later..." Rong Zhan smiled, and his deep and mellow voice was stretched out, making him look magnetic and charming.

Su Yang frowned. She had never heard him mention this before.

"Don't you have a suitable excuse to go back to your parents' home so late at night?" Rong Zhan held her hand and answered her softly, "Since you have severed your relationship with the Su family, there is no reason for our Rong family to accept this gift. It is only natural to return it."

Hearing this, Su Yang couldn't help but laugh and nodded: "Grandma didn't say anything?"

This kind of thing is true. If Xu Yi interrogates her, she can't just talk about the soul, otherwise Xu Yi will easily accuse her of being a father-killer.

With his arrangement, things seemed to be logical and reasonable.

"I've explained it to her." Rong Zhan hugged her, raised his eyebrows confidently, and smiled brightly: "Isn't it thoughtful? Reward me?"

His eyes were burning, and he was very close to her. The implication of his words was obvious, and Su Yang couldn't help but roll her eyes.

In front of her, he could never be serious for more than three seconds.

"I'll give you an apple as a reward. Isn't it crisp and sweet?" Su Yang poked a piece of apple and forced it into his mouth, then retracted his gaze and changed the subject: "Look, today's news is quite exciting."

Rong Zhan narrowed his eyes and said, "You little bastard, I can’t cure you yet."

After she finished eating the apple in her mouth, Rong Zhan pinched her jaw and gently bit her lips.

The sweetness and fragrance of the fruit instantly filled her mouth, and the slender hands that were pinching her slender waist tightened slightly.

Su Yang couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm", and put his hands on his chest, gently clenched his fists, and pulled his T-shirt into wrinkles.

The last bit of her rationality was still tugging at her heart, and she murmured indistinctly: "Rong... Rong Zhan."

"Call me husband." Rong Zhan held her in his arms domineeringly and said in a deep voice.

"Don't... don't make trouble, there are... footsteps, Sister Luo... is back." Footsteps were heard at the entrance, and Su Yang patted his chest anxiously.

If someone were to see such a thing, he would be socially disgraced.

How can she hold her head up at home in the future?

Please don't be so embarrassing, okay?

After hearing her last words, Rong Zhan stopped what he was doing. There was obvious turbidity and restlessness in his dark and deep eyes, and it seemed as if he was enduring something.

(End of this chapter)