At 9:30, Han Zhan took a shower on time.

It was a quarter to nine when he finished showering. It was hot, and since he was at home, Han Zhan simply tied a towel around his neck and headed downstairs to get some water. He finished his drink, went upstairs, removed his towel, and changed into his summer pajamas.

When I sat down on the bed, it was exactly 9:54.

There are still six minutes until bedtime.

Before going to bed, Han Zhan had to put his phone on silent mode. He picked up the phone from the bedside table and pressed the unlock button. He saw an unread WeChat message on the screen. It was a photo from Song Porcelain.

Han Zhan unlocked the phone and entered WeChat. As soon as he opened the chat interface between him and Song Ci, all his attention was attracted by the pair of long legs in the photo.

He frowned and opened the photo.

Song Ci sat on a patch of green grass, dressed in a sporty yet cool outfit. She wore a white tank top with a black sports bra underneath. The straps of the bra were pressed against her sexy and delicate collarbone, tempting people to commit adultery.

She was sitting on a skateboard, tying the laces of her sneakers with her head tilted down. Her beautiful long hair was tied into a high ponytail. She wore light makeup and no jewelry, but she was still dazzlingly beautiful.

Song Ci, who is 1.71 meters tall, not only has a pair of beautiful, slender and white legs, but also a pair of delicate hands.

Han Zhan lived to the age of thirty-two and had seen countless beauties, but none was as flawlessly beautiful as Song Dynasty porcelain.

The first lady, with a fair complexion and graceful figure, is beautiful without being artificial.

While Han Zhan was staring at the photo in a daze, Song Ci sent another message.

Song Ci: [Brother Han, does it look good?]

Han Zhan: [Miss Song...]

Songci: [What about this? ]

Um?

While Han Zhan was puzzled, Song Ci threw another photo at him.

Han Zhan opened the photo and was stunned when he saw Song Ci's outfit. He felt the phone in his palm was a little hot. He wanted to throw it away, but he couldn't bear to do so. He was willing to let it blister.

Song Ci then sent a private photo. In the photo, she was wearing a light blue backless sweater, kneeling on the bed, holding the collar of the sweater with both hands to cover her chin, her cherry-red lips slightly curled up, and her soft eyes were bright and charming, staring at Han Zhan with alluring charm.

Poor Han Zhan, at his age, it is really painful for him to face such temptation.

Song Ci couldn't wait for Han Zhan's reply, so she asked him again: "Brother Han, does this look good?"

After a while, Han Zhan replied: [Dress properly.]

After replying, Han Zhan turned his phone to silent mode, flipped it upside down, and threw it on the bedside table. No matter what Song Ci sent, Han Zhan couldn't see it. He lay on the bed for a while, his head resting on his hands, and suddenly lifted the thin blanket and stood up, slipping downstairs to pour a glass of ice water.

After drinking the water, Han Zhan returned to his room and glanced at the wall clock.

Ten twenty.

After seeing Han Zhan's reply, Song Ci couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled. It was really fun to tease Han Zhan. She stared at the message that Han Zhan replied to last, and could imagine Han Zhan's frowning and tangled look.

That night, Han Zhan had some messy dreams.

The next day, he went to the study first.

Han Zhan sat back and solemnly opened a black leather notebook. The first page of the notebook read "Han Family Household Rules and Regulations."

Hanjia Home Rules and Regulations——

1. Go to bed early and get up early. Don’t stay up later than 10 o’clock and get up no later than 6:30.

2. Use your eyes in moderation and avoid playing with mobile phones or computers for long periods of time.

3. Meal times should be fixed and breakfast should not be skipped.

This morning, a fourth rule was added to the Han family's household rules and regulations:

4. Do not wear overly revealing clothing (excessive exposure refers to exposing the back, thighs, or chest).

Putting down the pen, Han Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

A demon will soon move into his house. If he doesn't make three rules with the demon, the demon will tear down the house and make trouble.

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Song Ci woke up early, took a stroll around the hospital grounds, and bought some breakfast, which she then prepared to eat in her ward. She was due to be discharged tomorrow, and she was in a good mood today.

Song Ci returned to the ward and found Du Tingting there.

Du Tingting brought a hearty breakfast. She sat on a stool at the end of the bed, looking down at her phone. Song Ci was about to speak when the phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

Hearing the ringing of the cell phone, Du Tingting quickly turned her head to look at Song Ci.

"Song Song, where have you been? I was calling you."

Song Ci took out her phone and saw that it was indeed Du Tingting's call. Song Ci put the phone back in her pocket and smiled at Du Tingting, "Mom. Why are you here so early?"

Song Ci walked over to the bed and sat down. She placed her packed breakfast on the bedside table and saw another food box. "Mom also brought me breakfast?"

Du Tingting stood up from the stool, opened the lunch box and said to Song Ci, "I cooked pickled fish noodles for you. The soup and noodles are packed separately so they won't get mushy." The cooked noodles were soaked in cold water, and the pickled fish and soup were placed in a large bowl.

Du Tingting scooped the noodles out of the cold water with chopsticks, put them into the soup bowl and stirred them a few times.

Song Ci stared at the pickled fish noodles that night, and her nose suddenly felt sore.

Because her parents had both died and her sister had become a vegetable, she was very unhappy when she was first brought to the Mu family and had no appetite for anything. Du Tingting, who rarely cooked, saw that she had no appetite and made her a bowl of pickled fish noodles.

Living under someone else's roof, Song Ci wanted to please Du Tingting, so she ate the whole bowl of noodles. In fact, Song Ci didn't really like eating pickled fish noodles, but she liked the noodles made by Du Tingting.

When Du Tingting died in her previous life, Song Ci had already married into the Cheng family.

Upon learning that Du Tingting was seriously ill, Song Ci went to the hospital to visit her. At that time, she had a fight with Cheng Ziang and had injuries on her collarbone and chest. Afraid of being discovered by Du Tingting, Song Ci deliberately wore a conservative shirt and put on makeup to look healthy.

Du Tingting knew that Song Ci had a hard time after marrying into the Cheng family. While Mu Mian and Mu Qiu were away, Du Tingting took Song Ci's hand and told her some of her true feelings. She asked Song Ci to divorce Cheng Ziang, saying that she was so beautiful and outstanding that there was no need for her to waste time in the Cheng family.

During those two years, Mu Mian's company had many problems and was struggling to make ends meet. Song Ci was grateful for the Mu family's care for her and naturally couldn't divorce. But every time she thought of the heartfelt words Du Tingting said to her before her death, Song Ci felt heartbroken.

Now it seems that Du Tingting is the only one in the Mu family who truly treats her as his daughter.

"It's inconvenient for you to eat with a neck brace on, right?" Du Tingting held the bowl of noodles in both hands and said to Song Ci, "Then I'll feed you, okay? When you came to our house, you were fourteen years old, and I'd never fed you before."

Song Ci almost cried.

"Okay, thank you, mother."

"What trouble are you talking about? I'm your mother."

Du Tingting fed Song Ci mouthful by mouthful, and while feeding her, she told her what had happened at home recently.