It was true that Song Ci's motives for approaching Han Zhan were impure, but Han Zhan only needed to know this in his heart and there was no need to publicize it to a third party. In front of everyone, he would give his wife 100% respect.
Han Zhan's flattery really touched Song Ci's heart.
Song Ci's face was flushed, and she was so happy that she was about to ascend to heaven!
During the time Song Fei was asleep, she had already heard Song Ci tell her the real reason for her marriage to Han Zhan. Knowing the truth about their marriage, and hearing Han Zhan's words defending Song Ci, Song Fei's attitude towards Han Zhan improved slightly, and the indifference in her eyes faded a little.
A man who can give his wife enough face should have no problems with his character.
Song Fei glanced at Song Ci, who was feeling amorous, and she repeated in an inexplicable tone: "It starts with appearance, respects talent, matches character, and is loyal to the soul..." Song Ci felt a little embarrassed when she heard her sister's joke.
Song Ci was about to say something modest when she suddenly heard Song Fei sneer and said in a tone full of sarcasm: "She has that thing?"
Song Ci's smile froze, and she gritted her teeth and threatened Song Fei: "Song Fei, do you want to fight again?"
Song Fei: "You can't beat me."
"That was in the past, it's not necessarily the case now!" Song Fei was thin and weak, looking frail, while Song Ci was plump and smooth, and looked like someone who could carry 50 kilograms of rice on her shoulders and walk briskly.
If a fight really breaks out, Song Fei will not be able to defeat Song Ci now.
Seeing that the two sisters were about to fight, Han Zhan pulled Song Ci, whose eyes were blazing, back in time and reminded her in a low voice: "Sister Fei just woke up and is weak. Cibao, don't get angry."
Song Ci's anger subsided immediately. She looked at Song Fei again with the same eyes as if she was looking at a newborn kitten, afraid that she would feel hurt if she touched her.
Song Fei felt that Song Ci's eyes were weird, so she cursed, "Coward!" and turned around and left.
Song Ci felt a little aggrieved. She complained to Han Zhan, "She got the advantage and still acts like a spoiled brat!"
Han Zhan thought it was funny, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud for fear of hurting Song Ci's feelings.
Yan Jiang had been working out in the gym. He came out when he heard the two sisters bickering. "Song Fei, you're back." After greeting Song Fei first, Yan Jiang nodded to Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, welcome."
Finally, Yan Jiang's gaze fell on Song Ci. Seeing the resentment and grievance on Song Ci's face, Yan Jiang not only did not side with her, but also said: "Song Song, don't bully your sister. She just woke up and is weak. You have to be more considerate of her."
Before Song Ci could say anything to refute, Song Fei questioned her first: "I'm weak, will it hurt?" Her tone was quite threatening.
Yan Jiang risked his life to explain: "You just woke up and your body hasn't recovered yet. I'm afraid that you will suffer in a fight with Song Ci. If we really want to fight, we might as well wait until you recover."
"Hmph." Song Fei was too lazy to pay attention to them and sat down on the sofa first.
After Song Fei left, Song Ci walked over to Yan Jiang and sarcastically said in a low voice, "Look at your disgusting face. Didn't we agree to be lifelong friends?"
Yan Jiang: "In the face of love, friendship is negotiable." It's just like cuteness is not worth mentioning in the face of sexiness. It's the same truth.
Song Ci suffered a double blow from her sister and her best friend, so she had no choice but to turn around and crawl into her brother Han's arms, thankful that her brother still loved her. Brother Han pulled her out of his arms, patted her head, and said ruthlessly: "Okay, stop it, I know you are not that fragile."
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan with resentment and couldn't help complaining: "You don't love me anymore..." Song Ci, who was very dramatic, pretended to wipe away the non-existent tears, turned around and ran towards Song Fei.
They looked like they were about to fight, but the next second they were sticking together. They must be sisters.
Yan Jiang was unpacking a can of coffee beans in the cupboard when Han Zhan approached. Yan Jiang caught a glimpse of him approaching, but he didn't look up. He simply lowered his head and said, "Song Song said Mr. Han is a health-conscious person and prefers tea over coffee. I only have black tea here. Does Mr. Han mind?"
Yan Jiang took out a can of brand new black tea from the cupboard and shook it towards Han Zhan. "This is specially prepared for you. It finally came in handy today."
"That's thoughtful. The black tea is good too." Han Zhan helped Yan Jiang open the seal on the black tea bottle. When he lowered his head, he asked, "Mr. Yan, do you have any extra guest rooms at home?" Song Ci and Song Fei haven't been together for many years. They must have a lot to talk about tonight. She will most likely stay overnight at Yan Jiang's house.
Before he got married, Han Zhan didn't think there was anything wrong with living alone in a big house, but now that he is married, Han Zhan feels lonely when he thinks about going home to stay alone in an empty house.
Song Ci is staying here tonight, so Han Zhan naturally has to stay too.
Yan Jiang understood what Han Zhan meant. He turned around and looked at the two sisters who were talking in the living room, and smiled with relief. "Actually, they have a very good relationship."
"I know."
No matter how much they beat and scold each other, their relationship is still strong.
"There's a guest room upstairs. Song Song used to come and stay here occasionally. Mr. Han, please stay here tonight. I'll make the bed."
"That would be troublesome."
Yan Jiang put down the coffee beans and walked out of the kitchen with Han Zhan. He said to Song Ci, "Song Song, the newly bought coffee beans have been delivered. If you want some coffee, go make it yourself. Oh, there's passion fruit in the refrigerator. If you want some, make it yourself. Please help me entertain Mr. Han. I'm going upstairs to make the bed."
After Yan Jiang went upstairs, Song Ci poked Song Fei's slender waist and asked Song Fei, "Then shall I go pour some water?" This was Song Fei's husband's home. As a guest, how could Song Ci entertain guests without going through Song Fei, the future hostess?
Song Fei nodded and said to Song Ci, "Give me a glass of boiled water."
"OK."
Song Ci went to the kitchen to boil water, and Han Zhan sat down on the sofa. Because his legs were too long and the coffee table was in the way, he could only cross his legs.
Song Fei took off her shoes at some point. She crossed her legs on the sofa, holding a pillow in her arms, leaning her head against the sofa, looking lazily towards the kitchen.
Watching Song Ci's busy figure, Song Fei thought of her deceased mother and felt a little absent-minded. Eight years had passed, and the little fool had really grown up. With long legs, a slim waist, and a firm chest, he looked more and more like his mother.
Suddenly, Song Fei heard Han Zhan say in a deep voice: "Sister Fei, Song Ci is not a child anymore. It is necessary to give her some respect and affirmation."
Song Fei tilted her head to glance at Han Zhan, her lips curled in an ambiguous way. "You do care about her." Han Zhan's attitude of defending Song Ci actually made Song Fei feel good. "If you really care about her, why don't you help her boil some water and pour some tea? What kind of man are you if you only talk and don't do anything?"
Han Zhan was silenced by Song Fei's words.
After Song Ci boiled the water, she poured a cup of water for Song Fei and brewed some black tea for Han Zhan. As soon as she finished brewing, Han Zhan came over.
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