Song Ci was stunned. "Song Fei, do you still care about this? Is it the billions of assets that our Song family wants to inherit, or the crown that they want to inherit?"
Song Fei: "Does the Han family have a fortune of billions..." Song Fei thought of Han Zhan's worth and suddenly shut her mouth. "In short, the incense of our old Song family cannot be cut off."
Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, okay, the second child's surname is Song."
When they returned home, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Do you mind if the child has my surname?"
"What's the big deal? They're our children anyway. Don't I have the same surname as my mother, Han?" Han Zhan looked at Song Ci deeply and said, "As long as the child has our blood flowing in his body, it doesn't matter whether he has the surname Han or Song."
"Will Grandpa mind?"
Han Zhan said something that would bring him death. He said, "When you have a second child, my grandfather won't be able to take care of it anymore." By that time, the grass on the old man's grave would probably be two meters high.
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
"Oh, right. My grandpa asked me to take you back to the villa halfway up the mountain to live for a while. He said that you'll start having morning sickness soon. Before you have any morning sickness symptoms, he wants to make delicious food for you every day so that you can eat to your heart's content."
Song Ci's expression changed slightly. She was resisting in her heart, but she couldn't bear to reject the old man's kindness, so she nodded and agreed. "Then go stay for a while. If you gain weight, you gain weight. Anyway, after morning sickness for a while, you will lose weight again."
Song Dynasty porcelain is like a broken jar.
"Okay then."
After returning home, Song Ci went to brush her teeth while Han Zhan packed his clothes by himself, preparing to take Song Ci to stay at her grandfather's house for a while tomorrow.
Song Ci's suitcase that she brought back home yesterday had not been packed yet. Han Zhan opened the suitcase, took out the clothes and hung them in the closet.
After taking out all the clothes, Han Zhan discovered a fan-shaped light blue shell at the bottom of the box.
Han Zhan thought the shell was pretty, so he placed it on the black display cabinet in the bedroom.
Song Ci finished brushing her teeth and walked out of the bathroom. When she saw the shell, her eyes froze slightly.
"Go lie down, I'll pack your things." Han Zhan stacked the clothes he needed to wear into the suitcase one by one, completely unaware of how conflicted Song Ci's expression was.
Song Ci walked to the antique display cabinet, tiptoed to take the shell, and thought of the mysterious boss she met in Palermo. A sense of uneasiness enveloped Song Ci's heart.
Han Zhan closed the zipper of the suitcase and looked up to see Song Ci holding the shell, seemingly in a daze.
Han Zhan asked her with a smile: "What are you thinking about? Did you buy that shell? It's quite beautiful."
"Han Zhan, there is something I have to tell you." Song Ci decided to tell Han Zhan about the man's appearance.
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and stood up. He took the shell from Song Ci's hand and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Leaning against the French window, Han Zhan stared down at Song Ci and asked her, "What do you want to tell me?"
Han Zhan was not sure what Song Ci was going to say, and his mind began to wander.
Song Ci walked up to Han Zhan, pointed at the shell in his hand, and told him: "This shell in your hand was forced upon me by a man on the day I stopped in Palermo."
Han Zhan's expression changed slightly.
Another admirer of Song Ci? Why is there always someone trying to steal his girl?
Han Zhan narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Someone hit on you? And gave you this?" Han Zhan was tossing the shell, and accidentally, the shell fell to the ground with a corner missing.
Han Zhan apologized insincerely: "I'm sorry, I broke the token of love your suitor gave you." It was a very insincere apology, sounding perfunctory and sour.
Song Ci shook her head. "He's not a suitor, he's a psychopath."
Looking at Han Zhan's face, Song Ci asked tentatively: "Han Zhan, do you know Cecilio?"
Han Zhan's pupils suddenly shrank into two small black dots!
"Who are you talking about?" Han Zhan's voice was cold and stiff.
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