After hearing Han Zhan's plan, Han Wangwang's expression became extremely serious and solemn.
"Uncle, you are such a bad person." Han Wangwang rubbed the goose bumps on her arms and said with fear, "I haven't offended you, have I?" She was afraid that one day she would be sold out by Han Zhan without knowing the inside story.
Han Zhan snorted coldly and ignored her.
"I've made this deal." Han Wangwang poked Han Zhan's arm and reminded him, "But you also have to promise that you can do a good job of educating my dad."
"Um."
Han Wangwang was satisfied.
"Then I'm leaving." Han Wangwang walked to the sofa, picked up his backpack, and turned back to Han Zhan and said coquettishly: "Uncle, money is tight lately, please support your poor niece."
Han Zhan looked at Han Wangwang without any warmth in his eyes and cruelly rejected her request for help. "Wangwang, where is your cousin? He just got married recently and has to support his family. Money is tight."
"Stingy!" Han Wangwang stomped her feet, shook her dreadlocks, and left quickly.
Song Ci was woken up by Han Wangwang's petty voice. She opened the door and walked out with her hair slightly messy. "Who was here just now?"
Han Zhan stared at her slightly messy hair and thought it was cute. "Wangwang dog."
"Your cousin?" Song Ci asked him, "Did you tell her about Cheng Ziang?"
"Tell her."
"That's good."
Song Ci went to the bathroom to tidy up, then sat down on the sofa, picked up her knitting needles and yarn, and continued to work hard. It took her five days, working overtime, to finally finish the sweater before returning to Shunshin City.
After the sweater was knitted, Song Ci folded it, put it in a beautiful gift box, and packed it into the suitcase.
We are going back to Shunchen tomorrow, and Song Ci needs to get ready.
Hearing Han Zhan say that his grandfather lived in the countryside, and that this was Han Zhan's first time bringing his wife home, Song Ci thought of the gossipy and lively nature of the village women. She decided to dress up beautifully to make Han Zhan proud.
For this purpose, Song Ci spent a whole day dressing herself up.
Han Zhan came back late at night, and Song Ci was still awake. She was lying on the bed playing with her phone. Han Zhan saw that she was still awake, so he asked, "Are you waiting for me?"
Nodding, Song Ci said, "It's almost one o'clock. Are you so busy at work?"
Han Zhan said as he took off his clothes, "There are too many things to deal with. I have to arrange them. Li Li and the others are working overtime with me tonight." He wanted to kiss Song Ci, but he felt exhausted after a whole day and his body smelled bad, so he said, "I'm going to take a shower first."
After a quick shower and brushing his teeth, Han Zhan got into bed without even putting on his pajamas. Song Ci glanced at the muscles in his arms that were exposed outside the quilt and asked him with a smile, "Are you being naughty?"
Han Zhan: "Don't you just like me being a hooligan?"
Song Ci raised an eyebrow.
Han Zhan suddenly reached out and grabbed the phone that Song Ci was holding in his palm, and said like an elder caring for his juniors: "Don't play with your phone while lying down, it's bad for your eyes. You are a pilot, you should pay more attention to protecting your eyes."
Song Ci obediently handed the phone to Han Zhan.
Only then did Han Zhan realize that Song Ci's hair had grown longer, and it was now wavy and curly! "What's wrong with your hair?" Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's long hair and touched it curiously, only to find that it was unusually smooth. It must be real hair.
Song Ci picked up the end of Han Zhan's hair and swept it across his eyes. "You've got hair extensions." Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Does it look good?"
Han Zhan nodded, "It looks good. Where did this hair come from..."
"It's mine." Song Ci had her hair cut short in the hospital. Afterwards, she asked Li Li to buy a box for her to store the broken hair. "The hairdresser said it would only last for a while. I'll go get it cut when the time comes."
At that time, her own hair had grown a lot longer, and even if she cut it, it would probably reach her shoulders.
Han Zhan looked at her with long hair, and thought of how charming she looked with long hair when he first met Song Ci, and couldn't help but sigh. "Actually, your long hair is quite pretty, but it's a pity..." He didn't say what he meant by pity.
Song Ci could understand what Han Zhan had not said, so she asked Han Zhan, "You don't like long hair, is it because of Du Xueyan?" When she mentioned Du Xueyan, Song Ci felt a sour feeling in her heart.
Han Zhan: "Not really. It's mainly because after I broke up with her, my grandfather saw that I had no new relationship and thought I was still obsessed with Du Xueyan. He was afraid that I would hang myself on a tree, so he arranged a lot of blind dates for me. Almost every blind date was chosen based on Du Xueyan's image."
"I was forced to go on blind dates a few times, and I met a very disgusting woman..."
Song Ci's curiosity was aroused, and she asked, "What did she do?"
Han Zhan didn't want to talk about it, but couldn't resist Song Ci's coquettishness, so he finally spilled the beans. "At the blind date, her young lover came running over angrily, threw coffee in my face, and called me a vixen..." Han Zhan looked sheepish, a little embarrassed.
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Blind dates are risky. It's not easy for Brother Han!"
Han Zhan finds it funny when he thinks about that incident now. "I was quite angry at the time. After that, my grandfather never arranged any blind dates for me again. And I've developed a fear of pretty girls with long hair."
Song Ci, with her charming long hair, enchanting figure and bright and beautiful appearance, became the kind of woman Han Zhan feared the most.
Song Ci felt a little better after learning that Han Zhan's dislike for long hair wasn't because of Du Xueyan. "Let's go to bed." She put on her eye mask, and just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard Han Zhan ask, "Have you packed everything?"
"It's packed."
"Have you brought enough condoms?"
Song Ci opened her eyes. She didn't answer the question, but asked him with interest: "How much is enough?"
Han Zhan: "You decide for yourself."
Song Ci turned off the lights and said, "Go to bed!"
Song Ci slept soundly and was woken up by Han Zhan in the morning. "It's time to get up. We have to leave for the airport."
"Ouch..." Song Ci was dazed when Han Zhan picked her up and stuffed her into the bathroom. When a cold towel was slapped on her face, Song Ci immediately woke up. She quickly washed her face, brushed her teeth, changed her clothes, and spent some time putting on makeup.
By the time she was done packing, Han Zhan had already prepared breakfast. After breakfast, they each carried a suitcase and went out. Entering the elevator, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Isn't the driver here yet?"
"We'll drive there ourselves today. We'll leave the car at the airport, and Long Yu will drive it back later."
Song Ci rubbed her hands and asked Han Zhan, "Can I drive?"
Han Zhan glanced at her, neither agreeing nor refusing, his expression showing a hint of anticipation. Song Ci tiptoed and kissed him, and Han Zhan's feigned indifference could no longer be maintained. He held up the key and said, "I'll let you drive as long as the speed is under 60 mph."
"Sure!" Song Ci snatched the key.
When they arrived at the underground garage, Song Ci got into the driver's seat and Han Zhan sat in the passenger seat, fastening their seat belts immediately.
Seeing this, Song Ci laughed at him: "Are you afraid?"
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