Song Ci walked over and hugged Han Zhan, saying in his ear: "It's a little late now, we have to go to the teacher's house. Come back in the evening, I will play with you."
Han Zhan's eyes were dark and his breathing was a little heavy.
It took a lot of self-control for Han Zhan to finally push Song Ci away. "Go and help me pick out some clothes. It's so hot, I won't wear a suit today."
"good."
Shen Yubei's birthday party was a family dinner, and there were no outsiders present, so Han Zhan didn't have to wear formal clothes. Han Zhan liked to wear Polo shirts, which were comfortable and loose.
Song Ci walked into the cloakroom and picked out a comfortable dark blue polo shirt and a pair of smoky gray suit pants for Han Zhan.
The simplest style looks elegant and manly on Han Zhan.
Shen Yubei's home was quite remote, far from the city. The two of them took the provincial road in the suburbs, not passing through the city, and it only took 30 minutes to drive to Shen Yubei's home.
Han Zhan was parking the car, and Song Ci rang the doorbell first.
Ding-ling-ling——
Song Ci pressed the doorbell and waited patiently.
Han Zhan came over with the car keys, and when he saw that the door was not open, he asked her, "Why didn't anyone open the door?"
"Isn't he at home?"
Song Ci was about to ring the doorbell again when the door was opened from the inside.
Shen Yubei came to open the door in person.
Today, Shen Yubei was dressed particularly well, wearing a white, close-fitting short-sleeved shirt underneath and a moon-white silk blouse with lotus prints on the outside. Her long hair was tied into a small bun, and her clean face was slightly red.
Song Ci thought Shen Yubei was hot.
She handed the gift to Shen Yubei and wished him a happy birthday with a smile: "Teacher, happy birthday!" Shen Yubei was in his forties or fifties, but because he looked young, he looked as handsome and charming as a man in his thirties.
He seemed a little surprised and said, "It's rare that you still remember my birthday."
Song Ci suppressed her laughter and thought: If I really forgot, you would kick me out of the house.
In front of Song Ci, Shen Yubei opened the gift box.
Seeing a watch inside, Shen Yubei lost interest. "It's a watch, thank you." He was about to close the box when Song Ci quickly held his hand and said, "This is not a watch, it's a lighter!"
Hearing this, Shen Yubei's eyes lit up. "Lighter? I've never seen this kind of lighter before. How do I light a fire?" Shen Yubei was like a child who got a new toy, extremely happy, with a pure and clean expression on his face.
Song Ci took out the watch-shaped lighter and put it on Shen Yubei's wrist.
Shen Yubei couldn't wait to ask her: "Where's the fire?"
Song Ci pointed to the small hole on the front of the dial and said, "Dial the button next to the dial, and the flame will come out from here." After that, Song Ci turned the time adjustment button next to the dial, and a deep blue flame came out of the small hole.
"Interesting!" Shen Yubei smiled brightly and said, "I like this gift."
Song Ci said at the right moment: "This is a gift that Han Zhan found for you. He has good taste."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Ci with a smile.
Shen Yubei looked up and stared at Han Zhan for a few seconds before lowering his head and saying, “Well, he has a good eye. He has a good eye for choosing people and things.”
Song Ci smiled and took Shen Yubei's hand, saying: "Teacher, I have learned to cook now. I remember that you like to eat lotus-fragrant spareribs very much. I will make it for you!"
Shen Yubei was a little embarrassed, he said: “Well, okay…”
The three of them entered the house, and as soon as they walked into the living room, Han Zhan heard someone singing in the kitchen.
This song sounds strangely familiar.
Han Zhan frowned and looked into the kitchen, then saw Di Rongrong.
Di Rongrong was dressed like a peacock today, wearing a soft pink, backless dress and letting her hair down. She looked so perfect and exquisite that she should have been singing on stage. But instead, she was standing in the kitchen of Shen Yubei's house, a frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other.
Han Zhan:?
Why is godmother here?
Di Rongrong turned around with a smile and said to Shen Yubei: "Beibei, is the seafood I ordered delivered..."
Di Rongrong froze in place when she saw her godson and his wife standing on either side of Shen Yubei. Recalling the delicate, cloying tone she had used just now, Di Rongrong blushed.
Di Rongrong quickly dropped the spatula in her hand, turned off the stove, turned around and lowered her head to wash her hands under the faucet of the sink.
She had lost face in front of her godson and was too embarrassed to face anyone. She just wanted to throw herself into the frying pan and fry her.
After a brief moment of distraction, Song Ci finally came back to her senses. She smiled and said to Shen Yubei, "Teacher, you even invited Rongrong's godmother to be your guest. You old friends are having a party, so we younger generations shouldn't get involved."
Song Ci pulled Han Zhan's elbow and said, "Brother Han, didn't we make an appointment with the doctor for a prenatal checkup today? How about we go there first?"
Han Zhan acted as if he didn't hear what Song Ci said.
Han Zhan took a deep breath, stared at the person in the kitchen, and said in a deep voice: "Godmother Rongrong, come out!"
Di Rongrong turned around as if ready to die, and walked towards Han Zhan with tragic steps.
Han Zhan stared at Di Rongrong's garish and somewhat revealing skirt, and a wave of anger welled up in his heart. "Follow me." Han Zhan turned and walked out. Di Rongrong followed Han Zhan obediently, like a child who had done something wrong.
When Song Ci saw Shen Yubei looking at Di Rongrong’s back worriedly, she touched her nose awkwardly, and then said, “I’m going to cook, teacher, do you want to come with me?”
Shen Yubei hummed absentmindedly.
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