Song Ci hurriedly said, "The child is fine. He knows you're upset, so he wants to be a good boy and doesn't want to bother you."
"Song Ci, you just sound nice."
Su Beibei was chatting with Song Ci, and Han Zhan, a man, couldn't get a word in, so he walked to the hospital corridor and stood there. Not long after, he saw Li Li rushing over.
Li Li's clothes were wrinkled and he had a beard. It was obvious that after receiving the news, he arranged his work as soon as possible and flew back to China.
Seeing Han Zhan standing in the corridor, Li Li nodded and greeted him, then went to the ward eagerly.
Han Zhan also followed him into the ward. Seeing Li Li and Su Beibei reunited after the disaster, they obviously wanted to hug and kiss each other.
Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and said to Su Beibei, "It's getting late. Song Ci and I will go back first. Beibei, you should have a good rest. We will come to see you another day."
"Okay, drive carefully on the road."
Han Zhan took Song Ci back home.
The next morning, Song Ci was still asleep when she heard the sound of a truck downstairs. She woke up and walked to the window in surprise. She looked down and saw several workers moving something.
Zhong Buhui and my grandfather were standing in front of the truck, talking to the workers.
Song Ci took off her pajamas, changed into her home clothes and went downstairs. She came to the front yard, walked up to Han Aoyu and asked him, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"
Han Aoyu quickly took off his hat and put it on Song Ci. He said, "These craftsmen are here to install wooden floors in our house."
"Tipping wooden floors?" Han Aoyu's house is very old. In that era, people liked to use those fancy patterned floor tiles, which they thought was very Western.
Han Zhan suddenly decided to replace the wooden floor, probably because he was scared by Su Beibei's fall.
Six or seven renovation workers arrived and, in just half a day, installed solid wood flooring in every corner of the house. The flooring was a top-quality brand, and there was no need to worry about excessive formaldehyde levels.
The house had wooden floors, and they were now using a vacuum cleaner for mopping. The old man, used to using chicken feather blankets, wasn't used to using a vacuum cleaner. He got a new vacuum cleaner and mopped the dust-free floor for half an hour, even asking Song Ci to record it for him.
It is said that old people are always children. Even a person like Han Ao Yu, when he is old, can still have such childish moments.
Song Ci took a camera and recorded the funny scene of the old man mopping the floor.
Tired of studying new things, Han Aoyu suddenly said to Song Ci: "Song girl, give your sisters a call and ask them if they are free to come over for dinner tonight."
"Hmm? Is today a special day, Grandpa?" Song Ci asked.
The old man said, "That's not the case. As your in-laws, we still have to invite your family over for a meal occasionally. It just so happens that today is Friday, and that kid Yan Jiang should be off tomorrow. Staying here tonight won't interfere with work."
Since the old man had spoken, Song Ci naturally wouldn't refuse. "Grandpa, wait a minute. I'll call and ask."
Song Ci called Yan Jiang directly and told him about this.
Yan Jiang was about to get off work when he received a call from Song Ci. How could he refuse? "Tell the old man that Song Fei and I will be there on time." Before hanging up the phone, Yan Jiang asked Song Ci again: "What does grandpa like to eat? Or what do you like to eat? I can't go empty-handed."
Song Ci thought for a moment before saying, "Can you get some loaches? Grandpa said he wants to drink loach soup."
"I'll try to figure it out."
After hanging up the phone, Song Ci told Han Ao Yu: "My sister and Yan Jiang are both free. He will pick up my sister after work." Song Ci walked into the kitchen and saw that there were still a lot of ingredients at home, so she rolled up her sleeves and prepared dinner with Zhong Buhui.
The old man also joined in, preparing to cook a few of his specialties to show off in front of Song Ci's family.
When Han Zhan came back from get off work, he happened to meet Yan Jiang and his friends' car at the foot of the mountain.
Song Fei is driving.
Seeing Han Zhan's car, Song Fei honked at him, then stepped on the accelerator and rushed away like a rocket. Han Zhan stared at the Hummer that disappeared in a flash, his heart very calm. As a future father, Han Zhan disdained to participate in Song Fei's games.
When Han Zhan drove the car to the villa halfway up the mountain, Song Fei had already started chatting with the old man.
As soon as Han Zhan got out of the car, he complained to Song Ci: "Cibao, Sister Fei is speeding."
Hearing this, Song Ci's eyes suddenly widened, and she turned around and began to lecture Song Fei: "Song Fei, you promised me not to speed! Do you know that driving too fast can be very dangerous? This is a mountain road. If something really happens to you, what are you going to do for us?"
Song Fei neither refuted nor admitted her mistake, but just took the scolding like a piece of wood.
Song Ci's mouth was dry, and seeing Song Fei still with that lazy look, her passion seemed to be hitting cotton, and she was immediately a little discouraged. "Forget it, if you don't listen to me, forget it."
On the side, Yan Jiang had not yet recovered from his motion sickness. He held a glass of water, sat on a wooden chair, and supported his forehead with his hand to calm down.
Seeing Yan Jiang's half-dead appearance, Song Ci felt sorry for Yan Jiang.
Song Ci pointed at Yan Jiang and said to Song Fei, "Look at Ah Jiang, he's so dizzy. Do you love him or not? If you love him, how could you bear to see him suffer?"
Only then did Song Fei glance at Yan Jiang.
Seeing Yan Jiang holding his forehead, as if in extreme pain, she realized that Yan Jiang was actually carsick. Song Fei said guiltily: "I thought he thought it was exciting and fun..."
Yan Jiang was speechless when he heard this. He raised his head, revealing a pale face, and asked Song Fei weakly: "Do you think I find this exciting and fun?"
Song Fei had nothing to say.
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