Song Fei didn't dare to think about how strong Song Ci had to be to handle all these affairs after losing both his parents overnight and his only sister becoming a vegetable.
The little girl who was once pampered has grown up and transformed in a place where Song Fei cannot see.
But such a transformation is too cruel.
Song Ci hugged Song Fei and was reluctant to let go. She cried and said, "Song Fei, if even you don't want me anymore, I will really become an orphan. Song Fei, you must never leave me again, never again!"
Song Fei finally placed her hand on the back of Song Ci's head and hugged her tightly. Song Fei said in a firm tone, as if she was swearing, "Okay."
The tear-jerking scene of the sisters' reunion was interrupted by a male voice. "Sister Fei, Cibao, let's get in the car first." Han Zhan had walked to the side of the two sisters before he knew it.
Song Fei raised her eyelids and glanced at Han Zhan.
When she first met her brother-in-law, Song Fei looked at him with scrutiny and inquiry. Han Zhan had seen all sorts of ups and downs, and no matter how arrogant or cold Song Fei was, Han Zhan was not afraid.
He nodded calmly to Song Fei and said, "It has already attracted other people's attention. Let's talk about some things when we get home."
Song Fei glanced around and saw that the passengers were all looking at them strangely, so she let go of Song Ci. "Let's go, let's talk back." After saying that, Song Fei turned around and walked towards the car. Her movements were quick and decisive, without any hesitation.
Song Ci hurried to catch up, like a little follower.
Han Zhan looked at this scene and raised his eyebrows. Was his wife listening too much to her sister?
It looks like he'll have to be nicer to Song Fei in the future.
On the way home, Han Zhan sat in the passenger seat, while Song Ci and Song Fei sat in the back. This was the first time Han Zhan and Song Ci had been in the same car, but they had been sitting in the front and back rows separately. Observing Song Ci from the front in the back seat was quite a different experience.
In the car, Song Ci's mouth was like a faucet, chattering non-stop. Song Fei mostly listened, occasionally agreeing.
Han Zhan sent a message to Li Li, informing him that he would not be going to the company today. After putting away his phone, Han Zhan looked up and found Song Fei looking at him through the rearview mirror. Han Zhan did not turn around, but nodded at the rearview mirror.
Song Fei saw it and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Off to the side, Song Ci was talking about the demolition of old houses in the city. "The area where we lived was demolished and has now been built into a commercial plaza. We received over 6 million yuan in compensation for the demolition, 500,000 yuan for the personnel, and an apartment as compensation. I've saved all that money."
Song Ci never touched that money.
Song Fei hummed, and thinking of the troubles Song Ci had whispered to her while she was unconscious, Song Fei suddenly said, "Sell the house for cash, and return the demolition fee and the head fee to Mu Mian."
Song Ci was stunned. "Sister, you know everything?"
Song Fei nodded, "I know everything that happened to you over the years." Glancing sideways at Song Ci, Song Fei told her, "I agree with what you're doing. Mu Jia has spent a lot of money on us over the years, and what should be repaid must be repaid." After repaying the favor, it was time to settle the hatred.
Song Ci nodded and said, "Then the money is almost there. I will make an appointment with the bank tomorrow."
"Um."
Song Ci was about to say something when Song Fei suddenly said, "I'm a little tired. Take me back to the coward... Yan Jiang."
Little coward?
Song Ci hesitated a little. She asked Song Fei, "Are you planning to live with A Jiang?"
Song Fei suddenly frowned and corrected Song Ci: "He is older than you. It's not right to call him Ah Jiang. Call him Brother Jiang."
Song Ci seemed to have heard a joke. She rolled her eyes and retorted to Song Fei: "Forget it, you call him a little coward, why should I call him Brother Jiang? We are the same age."
Song Fei sneered, "He's the man I'll protect for the rest of my life. Is it appropriate for you to call him Ah Jiang?"
"Why is it so outrageous..." Song Ci suddenly realized something and opened her eyes wide. She asked Song Fei in a surprised tone, "What do you mean by the man you want to protect for the rest of your life?"
Song Fei said nothing.
Song Ci was shocked by what she thought of. "Song Fei, have you accepted him?"
Song Fei: "Noisy."
Song Ci closed his mouth, his expression blank.
Han Zhan glanced back at the Song sisters, taking in his wife's silly expression and Sister Fei's arrogant disdain. He felt a little sympathetic towards Yan Jiang. Only girls like Cibao were cute and interesting. Most people couldn't appreciate Song Fei's type.
Yan Jiang is not an ordinary person.
The driver dropped Han Zhan and the others off downstairs at Yan Jiang's house, and then, at Han Zhan's instruction, left the car behind and left alone.
Standing by the roadside, Song Fei looked up and saw the villa in front of her was brightly lit. The owner was obviously at home and not asleep. Was he waiting for her to come back?
Song Fei's eyes flashed slightly. Is he so sure that she will come back?
After pondering for a moment, Song Fei led Song Ci and his wife into Yanjiang.
Entering the house, Song Fei took off her black and white sneakers and put on the rabbit slippers that Yan Jiang prepared for her with disdain. Song Ci often came to Yan Jiang's house to play, so Yan Jiang had already prepared a pair of slippers for her.
After Song Ci changed into her own shoes, she searched the shoe cabinet for slippers for Han Zhan. Yan Jiang's feet were size 44, and the largest slippers were also size 44. Song Ci found a new pair of black slippers and handed them to Han Zhan. "Ah Jiang's feet are only size 44, Han brother, I'm sorry for putting you in such a difficult position."
As soon as Song Ci said this, Song Fei, who was standing in front of her, suddenly turned around and looked at her with a warning look. Song Ci received Song Fei's gaze and blinked. The spineless girl immediately changed her words and said, "Brother Jiang has small feet. Brother Han, you have to make do with it."
Only then did Song Fei look away.
Han Zhan patted Song Ci's head sympathetically. He stuffed his big feet into the new slippers, leaving his heels completely exposed.
Song Ci stared at his heels, feeling a little embarrassed. Han Zhan smiled at her lovingly and comforted her in return: "It's okay, it's not cold anyway."
"Yeah." Song Ci couldn't help but reach out and hook Han Zhan's fingers. Han Zhan hooked her little finger in return, and the two of them started flirting at the entrance.
Song Fei turned around and saw the couple's little movements. Her narrow eyes narrowed. She leaned against the wall and asked Han Zhan: "How did you two get together?"
Song Ci and Han Zhan exchanged a glance, a look that said a lot. Song Ci was about to confess to Song Fei, but Han Zhan pulled Song Ci's hand, signaling her not to speak.
Han Zhan looked at Song Fei and replied, "Song Ci is a pilot. My company is recruiting pilots and she happened to come for an interview. The first time I met her, I was fascinated by her wit and humor."
"Later, I came into contact with it more frequently during work, and gradually developed a fondness for it." Han Zhan thought for a moment and summed it up in one sentence: "My impression of Song Dynasty porcelain begins with its appearance, I respect its talent, I admire its character, and I am loyal to its soul."
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