Although deep down he despised Yan Jiang's cowardly behavior, Han Zhan still turned on the light. He turned over to sleep on his side and soon fell asleep.
Han Zhan had been a soldier, and he could sleep well in any harsh and cold environment. But Yan Jiang was different. Apart from Song Fei, Yan Jiang had never shared a bed with anyone else.
Yan Jiang was very uncomfortable being in the same room with a strange man. He kept playing with his phone until his eyes hurt and hit his face with it several times. Finally, he couldn't hold it any longer and fell asleep.
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In another room, Song Fei and Song Ci were whispering to each other.
Song Ci said to Song Fei, "Song Fei, Ah Jiang..." Realizing that she had addressed Yan Jiang incorrectly again, Song Ci quickly changed her words, "Brother Jiang is the boy who wrote you a love letter on your birthday, did you know that?"
Song Fei: "Yeah."
Song Ci asked her again: "I forgot to ask you, what did you think when you received a love letter from a boy for the first time?"
Song Fei was too lazy to chat with Song Ci about trivial things. She said with a look of disgust, "Go to bed." Song Fei turned off the lights.
Snap——
Song Ci turned on the light again. She turned over and lay on her side, staring at Song Fei who was pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, and said with a knowing look on her face, "You're shy." It turned out that Song Fei could also be shy.
Song Fei didn't say anything, as if she was really asleep.
Song Ci stretched out his index finger and tapped the tip of Song Fei's nose.
Song Fei opened her eyes a tiny slit and stared at Song Ci coldly. Song Ci withdrew her hands and pressed them both under her head. Then she said, "When I found out that Brother Jiang liked you, I was really shocked. Who would have thought that such a timid person would dare to like you?"
Song Fei didn't like what she said. "What's wrong with me?" Was she a female demon or a devil with green face and fangs?
Song Ci recounted the big things Song Fei had done: "That troublemaker in your class called you a monster behind your back. When you found out, did you lock him in the men's room and leave him with a black-browed rat snake for the whole night?"
"Also, when that thug from outside the school was following you on a motorcycle, did you shoot a nail through his wheel, causing him to have an accident?"
"Oh! Also, there's a gossipy woman downstairs who's cursing at our mom. Did you take screenshots of the video of her cheating on you and spread it around the neighborhood..."
Song Fei: "Shut up!"
Song Ci chuckled and said with emotion, "Mom and Dad were worried that no one would dare to pursue you when you grew up. Who knew Brother Jiang would be so brave?"
Song Fei regained her composure with one sentence: "Do you want me to tell Han Zhan that when you were thirteen, you had a crush on a senior in high school, secretly took pictures of him, and even made chocolate and knitted a scarf for him?"
"...You're cruel."
The world suddenly became quiet.
They hadn't talked to each other for so many years that no matter how weak Song Fei was, she was reluctant to sleep.
The same goes for Song Dynasty porcelain.
Under the quilt, the two sisters suddenly held their hands tightly together.
"Song Ci, I'm sorry. You've worked hard all these years." Song Fei suddenly said.
Song Ci's nose and eyes felt sore, and tears suddenly flowed. "I should say sorry to you, Song Fei. I'm not as smart as you, nor as brave as you. You were the one who should have hidden in the bathroom back then."
"I was blind and took the thief as my father. In your last life, Mu Mian dug out your heart, but I foolishly listened to him and respected him as a close person. Song Fei, I am useless. I failed to protect you."
Song Fei also felt bad.
There was one thing Song Fei had never told anyone. She actually had memories of her previous life. When Mu Mian dug out her heart in her previous life, she was actually conscious, but she couldn't wake up.
Because she was in a vegetative state, Mu Mian did not give her anesthesia when he took out her heart. So when her heart was dug out, Song Fei could feel the pain of her body being cut by the blade and her heart being dug out alive, but she could not even scream.
She couldn't tell this story, because if she did, it would only deepen the pain in Song Ci's heart.
"Song Ci, when this mess is over, let's go and pay our respects to our parents together."
"good."
...
The next day, Song Ci personally went to the real estate agency and sold the house that the government had given her family as compensation for the demolition. The house was in a good location, close to the subway station and a very famous foreign private school. Within a day, many people came to view the house.
On the third day, the house was spotted by a wealthy family, who repeatedly lowered the price until they finally settled on 8.3 million yuan. The family was very forthright, signing the contract within a day and paying Song Ci the money.
Over the years, Mu Mian has spent a total of 16 million yuan on Song Ci and her sisters. Song Ci took out the rest of her savings, plus the demolition compensation, the money from selling the house, and the labor fees during the demolition, so the total amount she had on hand was only more than 15 million yuan.
There are still hundreds of thousands left.
After thinking about it, Song Ci finally asked Han Zhan to borrow money.
After work, Han Zhan was happy but also a little helpless when he heard Song Ci say she wanted to borrow money. "Borrow money? We are husband and wife, do you have to calculate the money so clearly with me? If you want it, I will give it to you."
Song Ci said, "Everything else is fine, but not this. This is a feud between us sisters and Mu Mian. I'm borrowing this money from you. I'll pay you back when Liang Bo makes some money."
Han Zhan could only agree. "Okay, but apart from this matter, you can't settle accounts with me too clearly." Han Zhan rubbed Song Ci's hair and said earnestly: "Cibao, I like you to be entangled with me."
"Okay." Song Ci rubbed her stomach and asked Han Zhan, "Can I eat durian?"
Han Zhan agreed without hesitation, "Okay."
Song Ci was puzzled, "Don't you just hate that smell?"
Han Zhan said mysteriously, "I've been prepared." Han Zhan walked to the kitchen, took out a gas mask from the cupboard and put it on his face, covering his handsome face tightly.
Song Ci was amazed. She couldn't help but took out her phone and took a photo of Han Zhan, then posted it on Weibo to complain about her brother Han.
Han Aoyu was a fashionable old man, proficient in Weibo, WeChat, and QQ. Ever since he learned that Song Ci was a Weibo influencer, he immediately followed her and even asked her to follow him back.
Han Ao Yu’s Weibo name is - Uncle Farmer.
After seeing Song Ci's updated Weibo, Han Aoyu couldn't help but shed a tear for his grandson. He left a message in Song Ci's comment section: "What a clever child."
Zhong Buhui walked into the house carrying a basket of vegetables and saw Han Aoyu shaking his head and sighing at a cell phone. He asked Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, what are you looking at?"
Han Aoyu put down his phone and sighed, "Zhanzhan is so smart. How did he come up with the idea of wearing a gas mask to block the stench of durian?" Han Aoyu patted his head, feeling frustrated. "Why didn't I think of that back then?"
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