"Before the incident, countless women chased after him, but so what?" Song Ci stared at the beautiful girl in the mirror, a domineering look on her face. She said, "Han Zhan, who so many people couldn't get, finally became my Han Zhan."
Hearing this, Li Yao narrowed her eyes and looked at Song Ci with scrutiny. She saw possessiveness and scheming on the young girl's face. As expected, the number one socialite was no naivete.
"Song Ci, since you have decided to be Han Zhan's wife, I hope you can support each other for the rest of your life." Li Yao didn't care about the reasons and purpose of Song Ci and Han Zhan's marriage, she only cared about the result.
I just hope that Song Ci will treat Han Zhan well and never let him down.
Song Ci turned around and looked at Li Yao seriously. She said with a serious expression, "As long as Han Zhan doesn't let me down, Song Ci will definitely not let him down."
With her words, Li Yao felt relieved.
After changing into her dress, Song Ci went to Li Yao's studio to get her hair styled. After finishing her hair style, Li Yao looked at Song Ci with satisfaction and said, "Okay, now you can show your most beautiful side to Zhan Zhan."
Song Ci looked at herself in the mirror, looking forward to Han Zhan's reaction.
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Han Zhan was sitting at the coffee table in the lobby, talking on the phone in German, presumably discussing Zeus 1 with his German partners. Song Ci waited until he finished talking before coughing.
Han Zhan turned around in surprise and saw Song Ci standing behind him, a little surprised. "Alright?"
Song Ci circled her fingers in front of her collarbone. She stared at Han Zhan with sparkling eyes and asked him expectantly and nervously, "Brother Han, how is it? Is it beautiful?"
Han Zhan focused his attention on the dress she was wearing.
"Not very good." As if he didn't see the gloom in Song Ci's eyes, Han Zhan lied with his eyes open: "Old Lady Cheng's 80th birthday is a solemn and grand occasion. I think you should wear a more dignified and conservative dress..."
The words sounded righteous, but Han Zhan's eyes lingered back and forth between Song Ci's collarbone and chest.
Song Ci listened and thought it made sense. She was about to nod, but Li Yao, standing beside her, stared at Han Zhan with a see-through look and said expressionlessly, "What nonsense! Aren't you just worried that she's too pretty and someone will notice her?"
Which man doesn’t have possessiveness?
Han Zhan was embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed. However, Song Ci's eyes lit up slightly. She tilted her head and asked Han Zhan, "Is what Aunt Li said true?"
How could Han Zhan admit it?
He said seriously, "Change into one. I think that one is good." Song Ci looked in the direction of Han Zhan's finger. It was a red off-shoulder fishtail skirt. It was not too revealing and looked solemn.
Song Ci secretly wanted to dress beautifully and shine, but she still took Han Zhan's possessiveness into consideration and finally changed into the red fishtail dress.
Before leaving, Han Zhan said to Li Yao, "Aunt Li, I want that purple dress too. Someone will come to get it later."
Li Yao raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "Hurry up and leave!"
Song Ci, who was standing in front of him, was slightly startled when she heard Han Zhan's words. Why was this man so capricious?
Standing in the elevator, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Don't you dislike that one?"
Han Zhan said, "You look good in this dress."
"You don't allow me to wear it." Song Ci said with a bit of annoyance. At this time, the advantages of being single were reflected. When you are single, you can wear whatever you want and no one can tell you. But after getting married, you still have to rely on Han Zhan's care, so Song Ci can only please him.
Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was unhappy with his decision, and he also knew that she was willing to change into the dress to please him. He leaned over and whispered in Song Ci's ear, "You can wear it at home. I like it very much."
Song Ci thought of some hot scene and looked at Han Zhan deeply. She suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Han, I am only 22 years old this year. You are already 32 years old. Although you are in your prime now, your physical and mental strength are very good, and you can do whatever you want..."
Seeing that Han Zhan was attracted by her words, Song Ci felt vindictive and said in a sophisticated and vulgar way, "They say that women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty."
Patting Han Zhan's belly, he could feel the vigorous power hidden beneath the clothes. Song Ci thought to herself that his muscles were really hard, but she said something that didn't make her heart sing. "By then, I'm afraid the muscles will turn into fat, and the uncle will turn into a grandfather. If the physical strength can't keep up with the relationship between husband and wife, there will be problems."
Han Zhan's eyebrows were twitching wildly, and he resisted the urge to beat up Song Ci.
The elevator reached the first floor. After Han Zhan stepped out, he suddenly turned back and stopped Song Ci who was about to leave the elevator.
Song Ci looked up at him and saw Han Zhan's gloomy expression as he said, "Cibao is right, so I should use up your energy in advance, so that when you are thirty years old, you won't have the energy to do those tricks."
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She felt some pain in her legs.
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On the way to the Cheng family mansion, neither of them spoke, both harboring ulterior motives. Han Zhan's driver had left early, and Long Yu was now behind the wheel. Noticing the strange atmosphere in the car, Long Yu didn't dare to say anything, so he just kept driving.
The car arrived safely at the gate of the Cheng family.
Han Zhan withdrew his gaze from the window and turned his head to see Song Ci staring blankly at the Cheng family's house. Her expression was gloomy, as if she was remembering something unhappy.
Han Zhan suddenly said to Long Yu: "Brother Long, find a place to rest first."
Long Yu knew that Han Zhan had something to say to Song Ci and wanted to get him out of the way. "Okay." Long Yu got out of the car and walked towards the street, intending to get something to eat.
The car was empty, and Song Ci tilted her head to look at the gate of the Cheng family mansion diagonally ahead. Her eyes were sinister, and her face was devoid of a smile. "I've lived in this house for six years. The Cheng family is wealthy, and the house is full of people, but strangely, they can't hear the cries of despair."
During the years when Song Ci was beaten by Cheng Ziang, she cried, but the servants downstairs came and went, and even if they heard it, they pretended not to hear.
Things like eyes and ears are sensors when you need them, but they are just decorations when you don't. There are many people in this world who have a deaf-mute in their hearts.
Song Ci pointed at the plaque hanging above the front gate, stared at the words "Cheng's House", and said, "The first time I was beaten by Cheng Ziang was at the gate." Because she smiled at the courier, she got into trouble.
"When the servants saw this, they all lowered their heads and pretended to be blind."
Han Zhan felt a slight pain in his chest. He squeezed Song Ci's hand and told her, "Now you are Mrs. Han, no one dares to hit you."
Song Ci smiled at Han Zhan and suddenly changed the subject. She said, "Do you know how Cheng Ziang retaliated against me after I reported him in my previous life?"
Han Zhan frowned and subconsciously wanted to refuse to listen, but in his heart he wanted to know more about Song porcelain.
Han Zhan was silent until he heard Song Ci say calmly, "He hired a homeless man and told him that if he could cripple me, he would get 500,000 yuan."
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