Seeing Song Ci looking at him, he shrugged, stuck out his tongue, quietly put the phone back into his pocket, and made a 'hush' gesture to Song Ci.
Song Ci tilted her head and looked at him, not sure whether to smile or not.
"You won't report me, right?" the young man said in authentic Malay.
Song Ci: "I am Chinese." She told the other party in English.
The young man was a little surprised. He walked to Song Ci and stood side by side with her.
"Very few Chinese people come to Brunei for sightseeing. Most people prefer to go to Thailand, New Zealand, Europe and the United States." Surprisingly, the young man could speak fairly standard Chinese. Although some syllables were pronounced strangely, Song Ci could understand them.
Song Ci smiled and told him: "You should go to China and see its magnificent rivers and mountains. You will find that the place Chinese people love to go most is always the land of China."
The young man was slightly stunned.
"Yes, China is a great place with a vast territory and abundant resources." He took the initiative to extend his hand to Song Ci and said, "Jack Abraham, may I ask your name, Miss?" His choice of words was elegant and sounded funny and interesting.
Song Ci shook hands with him and said, "Rose Adkins."
He said his name was Jack, and she said her name was Rose, which was a reference to the Titanic. The young man was stunned for a moment, realizing that he had been tricked by Song Ci. He smiled and said, "Miss, you have a sense of humor."
Song Ci agreed with a smile before saying, "My name is Song Ci."
"Song Ci? Tang poetry and Song Ci?" It seems that the young man has some understanding of Chinese culture and also knows Tang poetry and Song Ci.
Songci explained: "Songci, the porcelain of porcelain."
"Oh!" the young man snapped his fingers. "I know. Fine porcelain! I have Jingdezhen porcelain at home!"
Song Ci smiled and did not deny it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a male figure approaching quickly. Alan said goodbye to Song Ci, "Beautiful lady, we are lucky to meet again. I have to go find my friends."
"See you again if we're lucky."
As soon as Alan Clooney left, Long Yu came over.
"Madam, who is that?" Long Yu frowned and looked at the man's receding back, with a flash of vigilance in his eyes.
Song Ci told him, "Jack Abraham, he said his name was this, so I told him my name was Ross Adkins." Song Ci sneered, staring at the man's back, and said quietly, "Tell Han Zhan that I was noticed by a man of suspicious identity."
"Madam, how do you know that there is something wrong with this person?" Long Yu looked at Song Ci deeply and found that the lady was smarter than he thought.
Song Ci gave Long Yu a profound look, "A woman's intuition is more accurate than a detector."
Long Yu shrugged, thinking that what the lady said made sense.
In the evening, Han Zhan just got out of the car and saw Long Yu waiting at the hotel entrance. He walked towards Long Yu and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"
Long Yu said: "I had a craving for cigarettes and wanted to find a place to smoke, but it turned out that smoking was banned nationwide."
Han Zhan smiled and said, "Quit smoking, don't smoke your lungs black."
Long Yu said nothing and looked quite honest.
"Something worth noting did happen today." Long Yu informed Han Zhan of the existence of the man who called himself Jack.
After hearing about this, Han Zhan showed that he was very concerned. As he walked towards the hotel lobby, Han Zhan asked Long Yu, "What does that person look like?"
Long Yu said, "I only saw his back, but he was quite tall. Madam said he was very young, with blond hair and blue eyes. Oh, and Madam also said he had a small black mole between his mouth and chin."
Hearing this, Han Zhan paused.
Long Yu stopped as well.
Han Zhan turned around, his eyes turning cold. "That guy, is he limping?"
"I didn't notice that, but..." Long Yu carefully recalled the man's walking posture and noticed a detail. He hurriedly told Han Zhan: "He walked very slowly, as if he was afraid of stepping on an ant."
"I see."
On the way back to the room, Han Zhan didn't say another word.
In the room, Song Ci was already asleep. Han Zhan had wanted to tell her something, but seeing how soundly she slept, he gave up. The next day at noon, they set off for home.
Song Ci was about to enter the cockpit as she had done when she came, but Han Zhan grabbed her wrist. "Sit with me today. I have something to tell you."
When Song Shiqing and Xiong Jian saw this scene, they hurriedly closed the cockpit door.
Song Ci had no choice but to follow Han Zhan to his private lounge. As soon as the door was closed, Han Zhan took off his coat.
Song Ci sat on the edge of Han Zhan's small bed. Thinking of the plots in some movies she had seen, she smiled wickedly and teased Han Zhan: "If we do this, people outside will think too much."
"What are you thinking? We are a legal couple, let them think whatever they want." Han Zhan lay down on the bed with his legs crossed in a comfortable posture.
Song Ci followed and lay down, resting her head on Han Zhan's arm. "What does Brother Han want to tell me?"
"The man who approached you yesterday, I should know him."
Song Ci raised her head, staring at Han Zhan's face, frowned and asked, "Do you really know him? Is he a spy? Or a killer?"
"Neither." Han Zhan turned his head to look at the increasingly clear blue sky and white clouds outside the glass window, and said in a muffled voice: "It's my brother."
Song Ci was stunned.
"Your brother? How come you have a brother?" Song Ci had never heard that Han Zhan had a brother. She thought for a moment and said, "He's not a biological brother, is he?"
"I guess they're related." Han Zhan added, "They have the same father but different mothers."
"Ah?" Thinking of the young man's arrogant golden hair, Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "Is your father a foreigner?"
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