When he walked out of the elevator hall, all the employees stopped and nodded to him in respect: "Mr. Han, Happy New Year."
"Boss Han, are you off work? Happy New Year!"
"Mr. Han, Happy New Year!"
Han Zhan was a bit uncomfortable being suddenly addressed as "President Han" by so many people, but he managed to keep a straight face, appearing calm and imposing. "Well, Happy New Year." He quickened his pace, walking briskly towards the company's exit.
Han Zhan saw the Song Dynasty porcelain at a glance without having to look for it.
Song Ci wore a white shirt, a black A-line long skirt, and a dark purple windbreaker on the outside. Her figure was graceful and sexy.
She stood in the sun, wearing sunglasses, her long legs elegantly crossed, her eight-centimeter high heels making them look even more slender and straight. Song Ci leaned against a red McLaren supercar, looking as beautiful as a superstar on a movie poster.
Seeing Han Zhan coming down, Song Ci took off her toad-shaped mirror, patted it in her palm, raised her chin slightly and looked at Han Zhan, and asked him: "How is it? Do you have the aura of the boss lady of Zeus International?" In order to enhance her aura, she also took out her mysterious weapon, the toad-shaped mirror.
In front of Song Ci, President Han always couldn't help laughing.
He walked towards Song Ci, stretched out his index finger to hook away Song Ci's sunglasses, and put them on Song Ci again. Staring at the beautiful porcelain-white face in his palm, Han Zhan suddenly bent down and kissed Song Ci on the lips.
Knowing that Song Ci was wearing lipstick, Han Zhan's kiss was very gentle. "Boss, you look so beautiful today."
The boss's wife blushed after being kissed by the boss. Touching the sports car behind him, Song Ci looked at the clear blue sky, cleared his throat, and said, "Well, the car is nice, I like it."
Han Zhan said: "I chose it specially for you. How could the boss lady not have a standard supercar? The license plate number is sc811, which is the birthday of Song Ci and Song Ci."
Song Ci couldn't help but purse her lips and smile. "Not bad, easy to remember." She was already very happy, but she still looked calm.
"It's fine as long as it's easy to remember." Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "Who will drive?"
Song Ci said, "I drove here, you can drive it when we get back."
"good."
The sports car was a two-seater. As Han Zhan opened the door and prepared to get in, he noticed a pair of flat sneakers resting on the driver's footwell. He imagined Song Ci parking her car downstairs at Yulong Building, hiding inside the car to change into her high heels and a smile crossed his eyes.
"It's not safe to drive in high heels. Leave your sneakers in the car. Remember to change your shoes next time you drive." Han Zhan touched Song Ci's soft black hair and couldn't help but praise her: "Cibao is so good."
Song Ci slapped Han Zhan's hand away.
It is said that the relationship between a couple will be sublimated after an argument. Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan seemed to be more doting on her than before. When shopping in the supermarket, anything that Song Ci looked at for a second would be directly put into the cart by Han Zhan.
In the end, they bought three carts of stuff, and the staff helped to deliver it to the garage. The cargo box of the sports car was too small to fit everything, so Han Zhan finally called an online taxi and asked the driver to bring the stuff home.
That evening, Song Ci went downstairs and gave Jiang Bi some fruit and chocolate. She thought girls would like to eat these. Jiang Bi accepted the gift, and the next morning, when Song Ci opened the door, she saw a box of Yakult on her doorstep.
There are four words written on the packaging bag of Yakult -
Thank you gift.
Jiang Bi.
Song Ci raised an eyebrow and thought that the neighbor was quite cute.
Yakult is a good thing, cheap and delicious.
Song Ci moved her things into the house. She opened a can of Yakult and had just finished half of it when Han Zhan reached out and snatched it away. "Why drink something cold in winter?" Han Zhan threw the things into the trash can. After a while, he came over with a glass of warm water and pressed it into Song Ci's hand.
Song Ci didn't refute him and just drank the cup of bland warm water.
Song Ci hadn't had warm water for a few days, and he actually missed the taste.
After breakfast, Han Zhan called Song Ci into the study. Before entering the study, Song Ci imagined many scenarios. She thought Han Zhan was going to give her a New Year red envelope or a New Year gift, but when they got to the study, Han Zhan just handed her a piece of ink.
"Cibao, do you know how to use inkstone?"
Song Ci held the inkstone, her smile a little stiff. "Inkstone ink?"
"Um."
Song Ci said, "Yes."
Song Ci stood at the desk, diligently filling his inkstone. Han Zhan spread out a piece of red paper, took out a brush, removed the glove on his right hand, removed his prosthetic limb, and gripped the brush with only his thumb and ring finger. He dipped the tip of the brush into ink and wrote a sentence on the red paper:
A prosperous era brings peace and prosperity to the people and the country.
Song Ci's eyes lit up, "Brother Han's calligraphy is really good."
Han Zhan said: "This is what my grandmother asked the teacher to teach me."
"I guess Brother Han's husband must be a great writer."
"Yes, Master Cheng An is my calligraphy teacher."
"I know Master Cheng An. His calligraphy is truly amazing. I remember five years ago, a copybook of his calligraphy was auctioned for three million."
"Um."
"It's a pity that the old man has passed away and I didn't have the honor to meet him." Song Ci wrote very well with a fountain pen, especially the thin gold style, but she was not very good at calligraphy.
"The master passed away peacefully. People grow old and eventually have to leave." Han Zhan was very open-minded. He told Song Ci: "There is a great calligrapher next to you. If you want to learn, I will teach you."
"Don't." Song Ci smiled playfully and said, "I'm afraid that the apprentice will starve the master to death if he learns from me."
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