Arriving at the airport, Yan Jiang greeted Fu Hanshen's team and noticed a man he knew among them. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. "Mr. Long, why are you here too?" The Mr. Long Yan Jiang was referring to was none other than Long Yu.
Behind Long Yu were three men and one woman, all in their thirties and forties, looking seemingly ordinary. Long Yu smiled at Yan Jiang and explained, "Madam is concerned about Miss Song Fei's well-being, so she sent us to accompany her and protect the safety of their team."
Yan Jiang looked at Long Yu meaningfully.
Although Long Yu was Song Ci's bodyguard, he only took orders from Han Zhan. Han Zhan was the only one who could mobilize them, and Long Yu had clearly not been telling the truth. Did Han Zhan, aware of the chaos in Congo and concerned for Song Fei's safety, deliberately send Long Yu and the others to Congo?
Yan Jiang always felt that there was something weird and unusual about this matter.
At the same time, on the flight from Shunchen City to Haicheng, Han Zhan suddenly said to Song Ci: "Brother Long has some family matters to deal with during this period. I will assign you a new driver after we return from our honeymoon."
"What happened in his family?"
"His grandfather is in poor health, and I have to accompany the old man for the last part of his life." Han Zhan silently said sorry to Long Yu's grandfather who passed away two years ago.
"Then I should go back and keep you company. It's fine with me. I'll be at ease with anyone you arrange to be with me." Han Zhan would never send a powerless driver to protect her.
"That's good." It took almost two hours to fly from Shunchen to Haicheng. Song Ci said, "Brother Han, you do your own thing. I'll watch a movie." She found a Polish movie called "365dni" and started watching it.
Han Zhan took out a book from his suitcase and placed it on the table. Song Ci glanced at the cover and saw three words written with a brush:
Tao Te Ching.
Song Ci's expression changed slightly. She looked at Han Zhan's Tao Te Ching, then at her own passionate little movie, and suddenly felt that even Brother Han's soul had become sacred and interesting.
Noticing Song Ci's small eyes, Han Zhan asked her with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"
Song Ci asked, "Brother Han, are you studying philosophy recently?"
Han Zhan nodded, "Yeah."
"What's the point of studying this?"
Han Zhan: "Pretending."
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then clasped his hands together and complimented Han Zhan: "Mr. Han is really a wonderful person."
"You go watch a movie." Han Zhan opened the book to the bookmarked page and lowered his head to read attentively.
Only then did Song Ci put on his headphones and turned on the movie.
Before he knew it, an hour had already passed. Han Zhan's neck was a little tired from reading with his head down. He reached out and squeezed the back of his neck, then raised his head and shook it.
When he shook his head, his eyes caught sight of the picture on the display screen in front of Song Ci, and his expression suddenly became shocked.
Song Ci was actually watching an 18+ pornographic movie on the plane!
Seeing Han Zhan staring at the movie in front of him with a look of surprise, Song Ci took off his headphones and asked caringly, "Brother Han, do you want to watch it? Here are the headphones for you?"
Han Zhan shook his head with a complicated expression, "No, I don't want to watch it." It's not suitable to watch this on the plane.
At this time, the stewardess came over with a tray. Han Zhan quickly covered the screen with a blanket, fearing that the stewardess would find out. After the stewardess left, Song Ci took off the towel and laughed at him: "Brother Han, are you so naive?"
Han Zhan's expression was serious and solemn. "It's not good to watch such a large-scale movie in public."
"Then I'll block it so others can't see it." Song Ci picked up Han Zhan's Tao Te Ching and placed it next to her display screen.
Han Zhan quickly snatched his book away and said, "Don't pollute my Tao Te Ching." He even blew on the cover.
Song Ci was amused by him and had to turn off the movie. After turning off the movie, Song Ci recalled the movie she had just watched in her mind. After a while, she came to a conclusion: "That guy's figure is not as good as Brother Han's."
Han Zhan curled his lips and said, "Thank you for your affirmation."
The plane arrived in Haicheng around nine in the morning. They had lunch at the airport and boarded the flight to Vienna at one. After the plane took off, Song Ci talked to Han Zhan for a while before dozing off.
Song Ci fell asleep, her lips slightly open, and if you looked closely, you could see a little saliva at the corner of her lips. Han Zhan thought Song Ci looked so cute when she was asleep, and he couldn't help but take out his digital camera to take a picture of her sleeping face.
Thinking of those big friends in the WeChat circle who were traveling with their wives, they always had to share their feelings and pictures. Han Zhan felt that the most beautiful scenery was his wife. After getting off the plane and arriving at the hotel, Han Zhan updated his circle of friends.
That night, all the bigwigs and elites who had added Han Zhan on WeChat entered their WeChat Moments and saw that Han Zhan, who rarely updated his Moments, had posted a message tonight:
Han Zhan: [My wife is so beautiful, see picture.jpg.]
Song Dynasty porcelain is indeed beautiful, even when asleep. Under Han Zhan's WeChat, everyone left messages praising Mrs. Han for her beauty, beauty, and beauty.
After taking a bath, Song Ci applied a layer of fragrant body lotion on herself. She changed into the sexy pajamas she had prepared in advance and walked out of the bathroom. Seeing Han Zhan sitting on the sofa playing with his phone, she deliberately pulled the collar of her pajamas lower and walked towards Han Zhan quietly.
Standing behind Han Zhan, Song Ci bent down and put her arms around Han Zhan, and put her hands into the thin shirt.
"Brother Han."
Biting Han Zhan's ear, Song Ci pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Just look at me, why are you staring at your phone?"
Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci's rebellious hand and handed the phone screen to her. Like a child waiting for praise, he said to her excitedly: "Cibao, I posted you to my circle of friends, and my friends all praised you for being pretty."
"Really? Let me see!"
Song Ci happily took the phone, but when she looked down, she saw a picture of herself sleeping with her hair slightly disheveled and her mouth open, almost drooling. She was struck by lightning. "You sent me a picture of me drooling! And you didn't even photoshop it! Han Zhan, what's the grudge between you and me?"
Han Zhan was stunned after being scolded by Song Ci.
He looked at the photo on his phone, then at the true appearance of Song Ci in front of him, feeling a little aggrieved. "You're so beautiful, why do you need to photoshop? Only ugly people use photoshop..."
"What do you know? Photoshopping is the most basic respect for a girl!" Even though she is already stunning enough, photoshopping has become a ritual.
Han Zhanjin remembered this rule and apologized in a good manner: "I will remember to photoshop the picture in the future."
There was no need to delete the photos that had already been seen by friends. Song Ci returned the phone to Han Zhan and said, "I forgive you this time."
Han Zhan put away his phone, held Song Ci's hand, and was about to savor her beauty along her fingertips. At this moment, Song Ci suddenly pushed Han Zhan's head away and said, "Wait a minute, I have to go to the bathroom!"
After saying that, she went into the bathroom.
Han Zhan thought she had a stomachache, so he picked up his phone, downloaded a photo editing software, and studied the photo editing tutorial.
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