Han Aoyu couldn't help but boast, "Song girl is pretty good, she's pretty and kind, she can talk, she can knit, she can fly a plane, and I heard she's also a very good violinist. She can also eat..." Han Aoyu shook his head and said happily, "Everything is good."
Old Mrs. Chen just smiled faintly.
Han Zhan got married when he was in his thirties, so she could understand why the old man was happy.
After the wedding, everyone drove to the hotel for dinner. Song Ci and Han Zhan took a set of wedding photos in the forest before heading to the hotel.
The meal was very enjoyable, and there was no crazy drinking. Because there were not many people, after a round of toasts, Song Ci only drank two cups.
There was a party, and after dinner, the guests all stayed at the hotel, playing cards and singing. Han Zhan and Song Ci greeted their friends and played a few rounds of cards, then took Song Ci upstairs to formally meet his godmothers.
All three godmothers are here.
Mo Yao, wearing a white V-neck dress, sat diagonally on the sofa, her fair feet resting on Li Yao's legs. Li Yao gently touched the soles of Mo Yao's feet with a feather, and Mo Yao squinted her eyes, seeming to enjoy it.
As soon as Song Ci entered the room, she saw this scene. She was stunned, and a sentence flashed through her mind -
The domineering female president and her sweetheart!
Song Ci felt a little embarrassed when she glanced at Li Yao's fit and well-built body under his suit jacket.
This little sweetheart is not too little.
Singer Di Rongrong had taken off her dress and was now wearing a slip dress. She knelt on the carpet beside the coffee table, looking through her bag. As she searched, Di Rongrong said, "Come on, let's play mahjong. Mo Yao, you have so much money, are you afraid of losing to me?"
Mo Yao narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
Female diplomat Kim Loran was staring at the TV, watching the movie Titanic. She stared at the face of the male lead Leonardo DiCaprio without blinking.
Jin Luolan acted like she was a beauty lover and was proud of herself, making a heart shape for the handsome guy. It was hard to associate her with the sharp-tongued and cold diplomat in front of the media, who often made foreign media reporters dare not even fart with a single word.
Han Zhan coughed and whispered, "Godmother, I brought Song Ci to you." Hearing this, the three godmothers all looked up and looked towards Song Ci. Their eyes were bright, as if they were looking at a treasure.
Song Ci's muscles tensed.
She stood beside Han Zhan, nodded slightly, and called out to the three women, "Hello, godmothers!"
Di Rongrong quickly stood up and pulled Song Ci over to sit on the single sofa next to Mo Yao. "Song Ci, I see your friends all call you Song Song, so let's call you Song Song too."
"Okay, godmother." Thinking of Li Yao's previous instructions, Song Ci quickly flattered Di Rongrong: "Godmother, what brand of foundation do you use? It fits so well, and my skin looks poreless. It's even better than mine!"
Li Yao raised his eyes and glanced at Song Ci, wondering whether to smile or not.
Di Rongrong touched her face sheepishly and said shyly, "Ah, Song Song, you have good eyes. When it comes to good skin, your other two godmothers can't compare to me. I'm a skin care expert. I've been paying attention to maintenance since I was in my teens..."
When it comes to skin care tips, Di Rongrong chatters endlessly.
Song Ci listened with a smile, very patiently, without a trace of impatience on his face.
Han Zhan suppressed a smile and glanced at Song Ci. When Di Rongrong was talking about how to wash your face to better remove the dirt in your pores, Han Zhan finally interrupted her and said, "Godmother Rongrong, why don't you write a skin care book and give it to our Song Ci so that she can learn from your book?" Rongrong's eyes lit up, "You're right. Hey, Zhan Zhan, you're so smart!"
Di Rongrong stopped playing mahjong. She turned on her computer and prepared to write a book.
Song Ci had noticed that, aside from her beautiful singing, Di Rongrong was a bit lost in thought. She'd heard her teacher had a crush on Di Rongrong, and she'd been surprised to learn that she actually liked this kind of adorable, lost type.
Song Ci then took out a photo of Yan Jiang from her bag.
She gave the photo album to Jin Luolan, "Godmother Luolan, Yan Jiang heard that you are his fan, so before he went to Africa, he specially gave me his autographed photo so that I could give it to you. He said that it is his honor to be liked by you."
Jin Luolan took the photo and touched it lovingly. She put the book carefully into her bag, looked up at Song Ci lovingly, touched Song Ci's face, and praised her: "Song Song, you are such a kind and thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket."
Song Ci smiled obediently.
Who can not love her when she acts cute?
Seeing that Song Ci easily won over the hearts of Jin Luolan and Di Rongrong, Mo Yao became curious about what methods Song Ci planned to use to please her.
Song Ci finally walked up to Mo Yao, somewhat overwhelmed by her powerful presence. "Mo Yao, godmother. I've prepared a gift for you, too." Song Ci tried to appear calm and composed. This was the most difficult woman to deal with!
Song Ci directly handed a notebook to Mo Yao.
Mo Yao took the notebook, flipped through it several times, and suddenly closed it. She raised her eyes, looked deeply at Song Ci, and asked her, "Where did you get this notebook?"
Song Ci said: "This was written by my father when he was still alive."
Mo Yao looked at her with a questioning look. "Your father..." She stared at the handwriting on the cover of the notebook and asked, "What is your relationship with the Mo family?"
Hearing this, Li Yao, who was playing with his phone, suddenly raised his head and stared at Mo Yao. Glancing at Song Ci, who looked confused, Li Yao explained, "The Mo family in Chuancheng."
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