After crying for a while, Han Ao Yu finally calmed down.
Han Aoyu let go of Han Zhan and pulled Song Ci in front of him to take a good look. Seeing that Song Ci's face was rosy and she hadn't lost weight, but she looked more calm and intellectual than before, he knew that after this ordeal, Song Ci had finally grown up.
Han Aoyu wiped away Song Ci's tears and sighed, "You have suffered, Song girl."
Song Ci burst into laughter and said, "I'm not suffering, it's Grandpa who is suffering. Miaomiao and Junjun are getting more and more naughty. They bother Grandpa every day. Grandpa, you have worked hard."
"What are you talking about? How can it be hard to take care of my own little great-grandson?" Han Aoyu heard Miaomiao's groaning voice and said to Song Ci, "Let's go check on those two guys."
"good."
Han Ao Yu stepped aside and when Song Ci looked up, she saw her daughters being held in Su Huanyan's arms.
Han Miao and Han Jun were wearing the same knitted sweater, but in different colors. The sweater had a cute black and white panda on it. They were both wearing soft-soled shoes—Han Miao's were pink, and Han Jun's were blue—with Peppa Pig printed on the backs.
Song Ci and Han Zhan looked at the children, and the children also stared at Song Ci and Han Zhan with curious eyes.
Su Huanyan told them: "Mom and Dad are back, Miaomiao, Junjun, do you want to come over and let Mom and Dad hug you?"
Surprisingly, Miaomiao and Junjun actually reached out to Song Ci and Han Zhan.
Song Ci was flattered and hurried forward to hug Miaomiao. Han Zhan also hugged Junjun.
Miaomiao lay in Song Ci's arms, looking up at Song Ci's face and her curly hair. She thought for a moment, stretched out her hand, and pressed on Song Ci's nose, turning it into a pig's nose.
Han Miao was also allowed to do whatever he wanted with Song Dynasty porcelain.
Han Jun, on the other hand, was much more aloof. She just stared at Han Zhan's face for a long time, touched his mustache, and then lay on his chest without saying a word.
After entering the house with the child in her arms, Song Ci saw that all the decorative paintings in the house had been replaced with photos of her and Han Zhan. These photos had not been photoshopped, so they looked very real.
The children look at their parents' photos every day, so they are familiar with Song Ci and Han Zhan.
There is no need to think about it, this must be Han Ao Yu's idea.
Song Ci turned around and looked at Han Ao Yu.
Han Ao Yu winked at her.
Song Ci felt so warm in her heart that she wanted to cry.
The two of them carried the children to the backyard, placed them on the crawling mat, and let the children crawl around. Su Huanyan, Han Wangwang, and Su Beibei were all talking to Song Ci. Han Zhan had nothing to do, so he went to the kitchen to help Grandpa and Uncle Zhong.
After a while, Han Zhan heard the sound of a car.
He looked up at the courtyard gate and saw it was pushed open. Yan Jiang and Song Fei walked in side by side.
Yan Jiang was wearing a blue shirt and a white suit. It had only been a short while since we last met, and he'd already shaved his head. In the past, whenever Yan Jiang showed up, everyone's attention would be drawn to his stunningly handsome face, but now everyone's attention was focused on his bald head.
It's like... a braised egg.
Song Fei showed little expression as usual.
She was wearing a black windbreaker, black jeans, and black high-heeled boots. After not seeing her for half a year, Song Fei's hair had grown longer, and she looked very similar to Song Ci.
Noticing Han Zhan's gaze, Song Fei paused, raised her head, and looked towards Han Zhan. Han Zhan nodded to her, and Song Fei also nodded, then led Yan Jiang into the house.
When Song Fei heard Song Ci's laughter, she walked straight to the backyard.
Seeing Song Ci sitting with Su Beibei and the others and sharing his experiences with them, Song Fei stopped.
Song Ci talked endlessly about those thrilling scenes, and when he talked about the dangerous moments, he also showed a frightened expression. His lively and cheerful appearance made him look like a healthy person.
Song Fei was relieved.
"cough!"
Yan Jiang deliberately coughed, interrupting the group of women's reminiscing.
Song Ci turned around suddenly and was almost blinded by Yan Jiang's bald head. "Brother Jiang, why did you get such a hairstyle?" Song Ci pointed at Yan Jiang's head, trying hard to hold back her laughter.
Yan Jiang touched the top of his head and said, "Your sister disliked my hair quality, so she just shaved it and let it grow again." Yan Jiang used to bleach and dye his hair frequently, and his hair quality was getting worse and worse.
Once in bed, Song Fei touched Yan Jiang's hair and complained that it looked like straw. The next day, Yan Jiang cut his hair.
Hearing this, Song Ci looked at Song Fei.
Seeing Song Fei, Song Ci suddenly felt like a child seeing its mother, and all the grievances in her heart suddenly surged into her heart. Song Ci quickly stood up and threw herself into Song Fei's arms.
Song Fei was knocked back a few steps by Song Ci and was supported by Yan Jiang.
Song Ci lay in Song Fei's arms and cried.
Song Fei was stunned when she heard the crying. "Don't, don't cry." Song Fei was helpless when Song Ci started crying.
Song Ci said, "I didn't cry!" while wiping his snot on Song Fei's clothes.
Song Fei was also helpless, because she had such a crybaby sister.
Yan Jiang looked at the two sisters with a face that was trying not to laugh. Song Fei saw that everyone was looking at them, she felt a little embarrassed, so she covered Song Ci's head and pulled her upstairs.
Song Ci's luggage was brought upstairs by Long Yu. Song Fei put her legs around the suitcase and put Song Ci on the bed.
Song Ci hugged Song Fei and lay down on the bed with her. "Song Fei, you don't know how hard I've been going through recently. That bastard Edward bullied me and even shot me. You don't know how much it hurts!"
Song Ci sat up and pulled up her clothes, revealing the gunshot wound on her abdomen. "Look, that old bastard did it."
Song Fei stared at Song Ci's scars, frowning slightly, feeling a little annoyed.
She reached out and touched the bullet marks on Song Porcelain.
The wound healed, leaving behind a pale pink scar. Song Fei asked Song Ci, "Does it still hurt?"
Song Ci shook her head, "It doesn't hurt now."
Song Fei nodded.
Song Ci thought of something and quickly opened her suitcase, took out all the jewelry she had looted from Edward, and threw them on the bed. Song Ci handed a pink gemstone necklace to Song Fei, "I think this necklace suits you, so I brought it out specially for you."
Song Ci also put it on Song Fei.
Song Fei glanced at herself in the mirror.
She was dressed in black, but she wore a pink and tender gemstone necklace...
It’s hard to put it into words.
Song Ci asked, "Isn't it beautiful?"
Song Fei: "...Beautiful."
Damn it!
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