"This is called killing the chicken to scare the monkey!"
After hearing Han Zhan's opinion, Song Ci was speechless for a moment.
When it comes to manipulating people's hearts, Song Ci is no match for Han Zhan. If she can think of a problem, how could Han Zhan not think of it?
Song Ci suddenly felt that he was worrying too much and was anxious about nothing.
Han Zhan shook Song Ci's hand and acted coquettishly with her, "Madam, I am very happy that you care about me so much."
Song Ci felt disgusted by the cheesiness and wanted to pull her hand away.
But Han Zhan squeezed her tighter and said, "Don't move, my wound hurts."
Although Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was playing a trick on her, she was still too soft-hearted to move.
When they got home, the daughters were already asleep. Han Jun was clutching one of Song Ci's pajamas in her hand as she slept. Grandpa said that every night before falling asleep, Han Jun would hold onto Song Ci's pajamas before she would go to sleep.
This pajamas is also the one that Song Ci wore the most during her confinement period. I don’t know if Han Jun loves her mother too much or is still lingering on the smell of milk.
Song Ci pulled the clothes out of Han Jun's arms, straightened the sisters' nightgowns, and placed them on the small pillows. Song Ci sat by the bed, looking at the children's sleeping faces, wanting to kiss them a few times and rub them a few times.
It’s so cute, I never get tired of looking at it.
Han Zhan leaned against the door, knowing that if he didn't leave, Song Ci would most likely stay in his daughter's room tonight, so he quickly turned off the lights.
The room darkened. Song Ci turned around and glared at Han Zhan, "Can't I take a few more glances at them?"
The children are the cutest and most adorable now because they can't talk yet. But when they can walk and talk, they will become two little beasts that destroy the house every day, and they won't be cute at all.
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and said, "Can't you go back to the room and let me take a good look at you?"
Veteran driver Song Ci's eyes turned red. "Don't say that in front of the child."
"It's okay, they're asleep."
Han Zhan strode in, put his arm around Song Ci's waist and led her out of the baby room.
Their room was on the same floor as the baby's room, separated by a corridor. Back in his room, Han Zhan said, "Come, Cibao, I'll help you remove your makeup."
Perhaps because he almost lost Song Ci, Han Zhan became particularly clingy after returning from Italy. He loved soaking Song Ci in the bathtub and personally removing her makeup and bathing her.
Now he can only look but not eat. Giving Song Ci a bath is clearly a torture, but he still likes it.
Han Zhan took off Song Ci's long skirt, and the skirt fell down, revealing her sexy and perfect figure. Han Zhan's head was hot, and he almost impulsively did it himself.
Han Zhan forced himself to look away.
He calmed himself down and continued with his actions.
The Song Dynasty porcelain was as smooth as a peeled egg. She soaked in the bathtub, resting her head on the pillow and humming comfortably.
Han Zhan was holding the makeup remover. When he heard the noise Song Ci made, his expression turned cold and he sternly taught her, "Don't hum."
Song Ci opened her eyes and looked at him.
Song Ci's snort just now aroused Han Zhan's evil thoughts again, and even his pants couldn't hide his reaction.
Song Ci really wanted to tease Han Zhan, but was afraid that Han Zhan would lose control and do something stupid, ultimately hurting himself.
Song Ci held back.
Han Zhan emulsified the cleansing cream and carefully applied it to every part of Song Ci's face, kneading it gently. Song Ci closed her eyes, feeling extremely comfortable.
Suddenly, Han Zhan asked, "Are you really going to Beijing the day after tomorrow?"
Song Ci hummed.
"I'll let Long Yu go with you."
"good."
After washing away the remaining traces of makeup on Song Ci's face, Han Zhan took out the facial cleanser and washed Song Ci carefully.
After washing his face, Han Zhan stroked Song Ci's fair and delicate face. He stared at Song Ci's face for a while, and suddenly said, "Cibao, I'm sorry about Rain, but I don't have a more perfect way."
If Han Zhan were given another chance to choose, he would still do so.
Maybe to Song Ci, Rain was just a child. But to Han Zhan, Rain was just a tool, a tool that existed for Edward.
Han Zhan is essentially cold-blooded.
When Rain was mentioned, the originally charming atmosphere in the bathroom gradually became silent and solemn.
Only then did Song Ci open his eyes.
She also saw the sincere apology in Han Zhan's eyes.
Song Ci said, "Rain is very kind and a good child. I have never met a child more innocent than her. You don't know, that night on the boat, Rain was very rebellious against Edward at first. But Edward shot me, and Rain was afraid that I would die, so she gave in."
"Han Zhan, you have no idea how desperate I was at that time. I could only fall to the ground and watch her being bullied by that beast Edward! At that time, I swore that after killing Edward, I would love Rain well."
"But she..."
Song Ci closed her eyes and tears slid down her face.
In her mind, a tragic scene emerged: Rain used his body to block the muzzle of the gun, and took the initiative to shoot all the bullets into his own body to buy a chance for Song Ci to escape.
Rain was so afraid of pain, but he was hit by so many bullets when he died.
Rain will be a knot in Song Ci's heart that she will never be able to let go of in her life.
After taking a shower, Han Zhan wrapped Song Ci in a bath towel and laid her on the bed. "You go to sleep first. I'll come and accompany you after I take a shower."
"Um."
Han Zhan took more than ten minutes to take a shower. He dried himself, changed into pajamas, lifted the quilt and lay down.
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