Han Aoyu's wife also loves to eat durian. In the past, durian was cheap in the summer, so Mrs. Han always stocked up some durian at home. Han Aoyu couldn't eat his meal when he smelled the smell.

Zhong Buhui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Who said it wasn't?" He looked at the elderly Han Ao Yu, but what he was thinking was: The old man must miss his wife very much, otherwise he wouldn't stare at the durian in the fruit section every time he went to the supermarket.

"By the way, Duanfang's death anniversary is coming soon. I'm going to call and ask Zhanzhan if he will come back to pay his respects to his grandmother this year."

Hearing this, Zhong Buhui said, "When has Zhanzhan not come back?"

Han Aoyu shook his head and said, "This year is different. I'm married, so there are a lot of things to do."

"Then I'll ask."

Every year on his grandmother's death anniversary, Han Zhan would take time off to return to Sunshin City. Sometimes, in case he was too busy, he would mark the event on his calendar in advance. This morning, Han Zhan stared at the anniversary mark on the calendar, lost in thought.

At noon, he received a call from Zhong Buhui, who asked him if he would go home on his grandmother's death anniversary. Han Zhan told him, "I'll come back with Song Ci."

Zhong Buhui was overjoyed, "Then the old man must be very happy."

After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan sent a text message to Song Ci telling her that he would go back to Shunchen City to pay respect to his grandmother in two days. When he received the text message, Song Ci was riding in a car with Song Fei on the way to the Mu family.

After reading the text message, Song Ci turned off the phone and turned to ask Song Fei: "Song Fei, this is the first time I'm going to Han Zhan's hometown to visit my grandfather. What should I give him?" He can't go empty-handed.

Song Fei: "Didn't you learn to knit in order to pursue your senior? The weather is getting cold, so knit a sweater for grandpa. The gift may be small, but the sentiment is great." With Han Aoyu's status, he has seen all kinds of precious things. Instead of giving those rare things, it is better to give something pleasing and thoughtful.

Hearing Song Fei bringing up the past again, Song Ci couldn't help but warn her: "Just tell me these things. When you get to Han Zhan, don't tell him about the time I pursued my senior. How old was I back then?"

Song Ci had been obsessed with looks since she was a child. Back in junior high, she fell in love with the most handsome guy in her high school. To woo him, Song Ci made chocolates and knitted scarves for him—perks Han Zhan had never experienced. But her feelings back then were naive and naive, far from love.

The first time Song Ci truly fell in love with someone was when she was 14 years old. As a beauty-obsessed girl, she fell in love with a dusty soldier.

Song Fei closed her eyes, looked lazy, and said harshly: "Don't mess with me. If you dare to mess with me, I will tell Han Zhan all your dirty laundry." This is her real sister, the kind who will be ruthless when it comes to fighting.

Song Ci stared at Song Fei, and before they knew it, the car had arrived in front of the Mu family's gate.

"Ma'am, we're here." Long Yu reminded the pair of sisters in the back row.

"Brother Long, go back first and come pick us up this afternoon." As Song Ci spoke to Long Yu, Song Fei slowly opened her cold eyes. Her gaze was sharp and cold as she stared at the Mu family's house, her lips pursed tightly.

"Song Fei, go down."

The two sisters got out of the car, but Long Yu was a little worried. If Mr. Han asked about his work today, should he tell Mr. Han that his wife had once pursued a senior from high school, made chocolates for him, and knitted a scarf for him?

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Before coming, Song Ci had already called Du Tingting in advance and made it clear on the phone that Song Fei wanted to meet Mu Mian in person and thank him in person for taking care of her and her sisters over the years.

For this reason, Mu Mian took a special leave and waited at home.

Knowing that Song Fei had finally been found and that Song Ci would bring Song Fei to their home today, Mu Qiu got up early, dressed up, and waited eagerly at home. Hearing the sound of a car, the family of three walked out of the house and saw Aunt Zhang leading the Song sisters in.

Although they are twins, Song Ci and Song Fei are two beauties with very different styles. In a British-style gray plaid suit and a V-neck knitted short shirt, Song Ci wears it with a cool and handsome style.

Song Fei, on the other hand, was wearing a loose black and white spliced ​​sweatshirt, and her straight long legs were bound by a pair of black pencil pants. She exuded the fierceness of "I'm cool, don't get close to me".

Song Fei looked harmless when he was sleeping, but after waking up, he was like a leopard. He looked thin, but when he moved, he was ferocious and bloody.

Mu Qiu only dared to glance at Song Fei from a distance and didn't dare to look any further.

"Mother, Father, Qiu Tian'er." Song Ci pointed at Song Fei beside her and introduced the three members of the Mu family: "This is Song Fei, I found her."

Song Fei then took off the white hood of her sweatshirt, revealing her short hair and a face that looked exactly like Song Ci's. The difference was that Song Ci's eyes were as bright as stars, dazzling and charming, but Song Fei's eyes were like the white snow on the mountains, which made people feel cold at a glance.

"Hello, I'm Song Fei." Song Fei took a step back, and then under the astonished gaze of everyone, she bowed deeply to Mu Mian.

"Song Fei, what are you doing..." Du Tingting was a little surprised.

Song Fei lowered her head, keeping her upper body at a 90-degree angle to the ground. This was a standard bow.

Song Ci sincerely thanked Mu Mian: "Mr. Mu, Song Fei knows everything you have done for us sisters over the years. I want to thank you for everything you have done for us. We sisters will definitely repay your kindness!"

Mu Mian looked at the thin but unruly woman and forgot to reply. Although these words were meant to express gratitude, Mu Mian felt a shudder of fear inside.

Du Tingting quickly helped Song Fei up, "Song Fei, don't give such a big gift, we can't afford it." When Du Tingting thought about how Mu Mian almost killed Song Fei before, she felt guilty and didn't dare to look Song Fei in the eyes.

Mu Mian finally came to his senses. He suppressed his uneasiness and spoke in a vague voice, "Come into the house quickly."

The two sisters followed Mu Mian and the other two into the Mu family's home.

Before dinner time, the two sisters were pulled to sit on the sofa by Du Tingting. Du Tingting asked Song Fei many questions, but she was smart and considerate and did not ask her why she left the sanatorium without saying goodbye that night.

Instead, Mu Qiu asked, "Sister Fei, you left alone after waking up from the sanatorium. Where did you go? Sister and I were so worried."

It was unknown which word in Mu Qiu's words had offended Song Fei, but Song Fei's face darkened and she looked at him expressionlessly. Mu Qiu was startled, unable to withstand Song Fei's gaze, and slowly lowered his head.

Mu Qiu's scalp was numbing just by looking at it, and Song Fei then spoke coldly: "Miss Mu Qiu, you should just call me Song Fei." "Sister Fei" sounded sickening and disgusting.

The bastard who stole her heart doesn't deserve to be called sister.