With Songci as his backer, Han Wangwang was fearless and continued to expose Han Zhan's negative information. "Is my cousin very self-disciplined and exercises every day? He's just afraid of getting fat. When he was twelve, he had a crush on the class beauty and confessed to her, but was rejected because she didn't like fat people."
When Han Zhan's dark history was exposed, Song Ci laughed so hard that her shoulders were shaking.
Han Zhan had no desire to live and only wanted to kill Han Wangwang. His image as a tall, mighty and handsome man in Song Ci's heart finally collapsed.
Song Ci laughed enough, and finally she was willing to take her hand away from Han Zhan's mouth.
Han Zhan was finally able to speak. He stared at Han Wangwang with a dangerous gaze and said to her, "What are you wearing? Did you go to a nightclub? I remember your dad said that if you go to a nightclub again, he would break your legs!"
As Han Zhan spoke, he took out his phone and pretended to take a picture of Han Wangwang. "I'll send a picture to your father and show him this horrible look on your face. He'll definitely send someone to beat you to death!"
Han Wangwang is most afraid of her father.
Her father, Han Yueyun, was also a soldier in his youth. He was later injured and discharged to enter politics. He is now a political bigwig in Sunshin City. Han Yueyun has a bad temper and beats children regardless of gender. Han Wangwang has no idea how many times her father has beaten her.
After hearing what Han Zhan said, Han Wangwang felt pain in the skin on his back.
Taking advantage of Han Zhan's unpreparedness, Han Wangwang suddenly reached out and knocked the phone out of Han Zhan's hand. While Han Zhan lowered his head to pick up the phone, Han Wangwang quickly ran out of the door.
Standing in the elevator lobby, Han Wangwang said loudly to Song Ci, "Aunt, I'll come and play with you another day!"
After saying that, Han Wangwang slipped away.
Han Zhan picked up his phone and looked back at the empty elevator, "You little bastard!" He closed the door and turned around to meet Song Ci's charming eyes that seemed to be smiling.
Um?
Han Zhan said seriously: "I am no longer the fat man."
Song Ci nodded, and her answer was very seductive, "What part of Brother Han's body have I not seen? I definitely know whether you are fat or not."
Han Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing that Song Ci's expression was still so strange, he couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Then why are you still looking at me like that?"
Song Ci: "Han Wangwang?"
Han Zhan thought she was asking about Han Wangwang's identity and quickly said, "She's my cousin, the eldest daughter of my cousin Han Yueyun. Her great-grandfather was my grandfather's cousin." This kind of kinship might not hold much water in other families. But the Han family was different. Han Aoyu had few descendants. He only had one daughter in his life, and she died young.
Because he has very few relatives, Han Ao Yu has always maintained a close relationship with his cousin's descendants.
Song Ci said, "I know. Wangwang has already explained it to me."
Han Zhan noticed that the forced smile on Song Ci's face was still there, and it was getting bigger and bigger. He was even more confused. Like a guilty child, Han Zhan asked Song Ci in a low voice: "Cibao, what do you want to say?" Did he do something wrong?
Song Ci walked up to Han Zhan and looked up at him. Han Ge was full of righteousness and looked like a man of integrity. But...
Song Ci suddenly said: "My cousin is only two years younger than you. I am not interested in little girls..."
Han Zhan felt that this sounded familiar. Who said this?
Song Ci considerately helped Han Zhan clear up his confusion. "You said this to me in person when we first met, at the interview. Brother Han, does your face hurt?"
Han Zhan's face stiffened slightly.
No wonder it sounds familiar, it turns out it came from my own mouth.
After Song Ci deliberately mentioned it, Han Zhan remembered what happened on the day of the interview, and his expression was subtly embarrassed.
Song Ci clenched her right fist and raised it to Han Zhan's lips. She smiled mischievously and asked Han Zhan in a clear voice, "Interview Mr. Han Zhan, don't you feel guilty for sleeping with a young girl who is only two years older than your cousin? Doesn't it hurt your face?"
Han Zhan hesitated for a few seconds before regaining his composure.
He looked at Song Ci with deep eyes, which made Song Ci's cheeks hot and she couldn't help but want to lower her head.
Han Zhan suddenly said: "I feel guilty sometimes. When I think about the fact that I am old and still cheated on such a young and innocent girl, I feel guilty and uneasy. What should I do? It's because the young girl is so attractive that I can't control myself..." Han Zhan's face was full of guilt, and his tone was very painful and self-blaming.
Even though she knew Han Zhan was acting, Song Ci couldn't help but soften her heart.
Her brother Han is the real king of flirting, he flirts with people without them knowing it, no one can beat him!
Song Ci withdrew her hand and said angrily, "Forget it, forget it. I'll let you go this time! I'm going to take a shower!"
After taking a shower, Song Ci played with her phone while doing her beauty treatment. She changed Han Zhan's phone and WeChat notes from "Brother Han" to "Brother Sanpang". After the change, staring at the name "Brother Sanpang", Song Ci couldn't help but smile.
Han Zhan had come up behind her without her noticing. He looked down at his name on Song Ci's phone, his emotions mixed. "Can you please stop hurting me like this?" Han Zhan acted like a villain.
Song Ci quickly put away her phone, fearing that Han Zhan would secretly change her notes. She said, "I have to change my phone unlocking gesture." As she spoke, she stood up from the dressing stool, ran to the bed, and jumped onto it.
Hiding under the quilt, Song Ci changed the unlock gesture and breathed a sigh of relief. She put down her phone and saw Han Zhan sitting down by the bed, with no intention of snatching her phone. "What is Han thinking about?" Song Ci asked.
Han Zhan said, "The end of the year will be quite busy, Cibao, how about we move up our honeymoon trip?"
Song Ci was pleasantly surprised. "Honeymoon trip? Sure, where shall we go for our honeymoon?"
Han Zhan asked her, "Where do you want to go?"
After thinking for a while, Song Ci said, "I want to go to Vienna."
Han Zhan was a little surprised. He said, "I thought you wanted to go to the Maldives or France." The bigwigs Han Zhan knew loved to go to the Maldives for their honeymoons. Han Zhan didn't think the seaside was fun, but girls always yearn for the blue sky and the sea, so he thought Song Ci wanted to go to the Maldives too.
Song Ci shook her head and explained, "Vienna is the city that every musician dreams of. My teacher..." Seeing Han Zhan's surprise, Song Ci remembered that she had not told him about Du Junfei.
"Teacher?" Han Zhan asked, "What teacher?"
Song Ci searched Baidu Encyclopedia for Du Junfei and placed her phone in Han Zhan's palm. She told him, "Du Junfei is my teacher. He's amazing. He's a violin master and is renowned worldwide."
"My teacher was invited to perform in Vienna many times, and I once accompanied him there many years ago." Song Ci recalled the past events of his youth with a somewhat lonely smile. "At that time, my biggest dream was to one day be like my teacher, standing in the Golden Hall and performing for the whole world to hear."
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