One is a playboy, and the other is a young and beautiful girl. Song Ci knows very well what Cheng Ziang's purpose is in getting close to Han Wangwang.
Song Ci felt uneasy when she thought about Cheng Ziang's true character. She took this matter very seriously and worried that Han Wangwang might be deceived by Cheng Ziang. She quickly opened Han Wangwang's WeChat and asked her, "Do you know Cheng Ziang?"
Han Wangwang was probably busy and didn't reply.
At this time, Han Zhan came back, smelling of alcohol. Song Ci smelled the alcohol while talking to him, so she asked him, "Have you been drinking?"
Han Zhan: "I used mouthwash, can you still smell it?"
"I have a very good nose." After saying that, Song Ci looked at Han Zhan with a warning and said to him, "If you have someone else's perfume on you, I can smell it too."
Han Zhan tapped her forehead and said, "Don't be so joking."
Seeing the ball of yarn on the sofa, Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "Did you buy this yarn?" He stared at Song Ci's jade-white fingers, his eyes filled with surprise. "You can knit sweaters?"
Song Ci raised her chin, unable to hide the pride on her face. She said in a smug tone, "I know how to wear scarves and sweaters."
Han Zhan stared at the ball of yarn for a while, then suddenly said, "It's getting cold, it's time to wear a sweater."
Song Ci: "Yes, so I plan to knit a sweater for grandpa."
Han Zhan fell strangely silent. "For grandpa?"
"Well, my sister said that instead of giving those precious gifts, it's better to give some handmade items. Grandpa will be happier if the thought is there." Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "What color clothes does Grandpa like?"
Han Zhan felt a little complicated, but he had to answer honestly: "Gray-blue."
"Okay, then I'll knit a gray-blue sweater." Song Ci wasn't sure if knitting a sweater for her grandfather was a good idea. She asked Han Zhan nervously, "Brother Han, do you think Grandpa will like this gift?"
Han Zhan felt jealous, "Of course he likes it." Who wouldn't like a sweater knitted by Song Ci?
"That's good."
Han Zhan felt upset and decided to go upstairs to calm down. He took off his coat and prepared to go upstairs when Song Ci suddenly called him. "Brother Han, I want to ask you something."
Han Zhan had already stepped onto the third step of the stairs. Hearing this, he stopped, turned around, and lowered his eyes to look at Song Ci in the living room. "What's the matter?"
Song Ci told him: "Wangwang participated in the national DJ competition."
"Yes, I even voted for her. What's the problem?" Thinking that Song Ci was concerned about Han Wangwang and worried that she would encounter perverts when she became a DJ, Han Zhan told her, "Wangwang has practiced Taekwondo. Ordinary people can't bully her. Don't worry."
Song Ci shook her head slightly, "That's not what I'm talking about." She walked up to Han Zhan, looked up at him and said, "I saw an old acquaintance in Wangwang's WeChat Moments."
Han Zhan: "Who?"
Song Dynasty porcelain: "Cheng Ziang."
Han Zhan's expression changed slightly. "Cheng Ziang?" A flash of disgust and violence flashed across his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. "I will investigate this matter thoroughly."
Seeing that Han Zhan took this matter to heart, Song Ci felt relieved. "Well, I just think Cheng Ziang is unreliable. I'm worried that he's approaching Wangwang for ulterior motives, so I'm reminding you."
"You did the right thing." Touching Song Ci's hair, Han Zhan said, "I'm going to take a shower first. I still have some work to deal with. After the shower, I won't come down and will go straight to the study."
Song Ci said, "Then I'll accompany you."
After taking a shower, Han Zhan worked in his study in his pajamas, while Song Ci huddled on the single sofa in the study, concentrating on knitting a sweater. Occasionally, Han Zhan would look up and glance at Song Ci struggling with the ball of yarn, his eyes subconsciously softening.
He couldn't help but imagine that decades later, when they were both old, he would wear reading glasses while Song Ci knitted a sweater. A peaceful life, growing old together, that was probably what it would be like.
The two of them were busy with their own things. At 9:40, Han Zhan turned off the computer and said to Song Ci, "It's almost ten o'clock, go to bed."
Song Ci said, "Wait a moment, I'll finish these injections first."
Han Zhan snatched the needle and thread from her hand, pulled Song Ci back to the master bedroom, and pressed her into the quilt. "Go to bed. It's not good to sleep late."
When Song Ci heard this, she couldn't help but complain: "You can only go to bed on time during my period. How many days do you go to bed on time normally?" Before marriage, they agreed to go to bed on time at 10 o'clock in the evening, but in more than one month, they broke the rules many nights.
Han Zhan suddenly became deaf and dumb, and he heard her complaints but said nothing.
Song Ci played with Han Zhan's hair for a while and was about to go to sleep. Before falling asleep, she seemed to hear Han Zhan muttering in her ear: "It's getting cold, and I haven't bought a sweater this year..."
Song Ci thought: Then buy it, are you still short of money for that sweater?
The next morning, Song Ci was pulled up by Han Zhan, and the two did morning exercises together in the gym.
After training, Han Zhan took a shower and changed his clothes while explaining things to Song Ci. "Next Tuesday is my grandmother's death anniversary. This year, you will accompany me back to my hometown. We will go back on Monday. We will stay there for a few days, and then we will go to Austria for our honeymoon."
"I'll be busy with work these days and may be back late at night. You have to eat on time."
Song Ci listened to Han Zhan's endless mumbling, and she casually complained: "If you are so worried, why not just bring me to the company and work with you."
Han Zhan thought about it carefully and felt that Song Ci's suggestion was very reliable and considerate. Han Zhan quickly opened the wardrobe, took out a long-sleeved dress and threw it to Song Ci, "Change your clothes and come to work with me!"
Song Ci held the clothes and said hesitantly: "...Are you serious?"
"Um."
Song Ci accused Han Zhan: "Brother Han, you have changed. You used to look down on employees who talked about love during work hours."
Han Zhan responded calmly: "I'm not an employee, I'm the boss. Bosses can talk about love during working hours."
"You're the boss, so you're right."
So that morning, Han Zhan carried a briefcase, and Song Ci carried a tote bag filled with wool and knitting needles, and they entered the Zeus Aviation headquarters building side by side with Han Zhan.
Li Li arrived a little later. When he heard from the secretariat that Han Zhan brought his wife to work today, he didn't find it strange at all. Instead, he felt as if this day had finally come.
This morning, Li Li was going to personally receive an important foreign partner. Before leaving, Li Li came to Han Zhan's office specifically to spy on what the couple was doing inside.
Li Li knocked on the door, raised his voice considerately, and said to the person on the other side: "I'm coming in!" After waiting for a few seconds, thinking that the adulterers inside should have put on their clothes, Li Li turned the doorknob and walked in.
To his disappointment, Han Zhan and Song Ci were not doing anything shameful.
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