Beishan is where the head of the Mo family and Mo Fengying live.
The two sisters found a small square and sat down on a stone bench. Song Fei turned on the computer and started her work. Song Ci asked her, "What are you doing?"
Song Fei: "I took a new job, helping a venture capital firm develop an APP. The price is not low."
Song Ci didn't understand any of that. She turned on her phone. The night was cold, and her breath sprayed on the cold phone, instantly causing a layer of fog to form.
Song Ci wiped the matte surface and found that the phone was turned on. She quickly called Han Zhan on video.
Song Ci was not at home, and Han Zhan lived a very regular life, going to bed before 10 o'clock every night. Han Zhan was already asleep when he received a call from Song Ci. He quickly got up, leaned against the headboard, and looked at Song Ci's face through the phone.
Han Zhan was surprised to find that Song Ci didn't smile. "Cibao, are you in a bad mood or did you suffer injustice at the Mo family? Why don't you smile when you see me?"
Song Ci had been playing the role of Song Fei these past two days and had gotten used to hiding her smile. Upon hearing this, she smiled sweetly and called out across the phone, "Brother Han Zhan~"
Han Zhan's heart trembled, and he almost thought Song Ci was having a seizure. "What?" Han Zhan suppressed his laughter, stood up, picked up the teacup, and poured himself a glass of warm water.
When Han Zhan drank water, he placed his phone on the potted plant on the table, pointing it at himself. As he drank the water, his Adam's apple moved up and down, which was particularly sexy.
Song Ci silently turned away his eyes, unable to bear the stimulation.
Han Zhan drank the water and didn't put down the thermos. He just stroked the cup with his hands boredly and chatted with Song Ci. "How is it? Are you happy in the Mo tribe?"
Song Ci was worried that someone might be listening, so she didn't tell Han Zhan the details. She said, "Let's chat by typing."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and agreed.
After hanging up the video call, Song Ci edited what happened in the past few days into text and sent it to Han Zhan, and also sent the video recorded by Song Fei to Han Zhan.
Han Zhan felt both amused and confused when he learned that Song Ci had taken the assessment instead of Song Fei.
I didn’t realize that his daughter Cibao is not only a master of violin, but also a master of traditional Chinese medicine.
After watching the video, Han Zhan called Song Ci again.
When Song Ci connected the video, she heard Han Zhan praising her, "You've been married into the Han family and have been eating the Han family's rice for three or four years. You're getting better and better at bragging."
Song Ci covered her mouth and laughed.
She missed her daughters a little.
"Where are Miaomiao and Junjun?"
"Asleep."
"Then I won't visit them, so as not to wake them up." Song Ci missed her daughters terribly because she couldn't see them.
Han Zhan told her: "Don't mention those two naughty kids. They had a fight today. Even though Han Jun is skinny, she pushed Han Miao to the ground and bit her. There's still a tooth mark on Miao Miao's face."
Song Ci was surprised, "Why did they start fighting?"
"Miaomiao was naughty and messed up the brachiosaurus puzzle that Junjun had worked so hard to put together. Junjun couldn't help it and bit her sister." After returning home, Han Zhan watched the surveillance footage of the children fighting and found it quite funny when he thought about it.
Knowing that Miaomiao was beaten because of her own indiscretion, Song Ci felt a little helpless. "Was the bite serious?"
"It will be fine in two days."
Han Zhan told Song Ci some more interesting stories about Han Miao and Han Jun. He was so thirsty that he drank another sip of water. After talking about the children, Song Ci told Han Zhan about the stories about Nangong Xian and the ancestors of the Mo family.
After hearing the story of Nangong Xian and Mo Liansheng, Han Zhan turned on his computer and looked up Nangong Xian. He found some interesting information and compiled it into a document.
He said to Song Ci: "I have compiled some information related to Nangong Xian, and I found some interesting things. I will send it to your email, you can download it to your phone first and read it when you return to the dormitory."
Song Ci: "Okay."
As soon as Song Ci received the email, she heard Song Fei say, "It's done, let's go back."
Song Ci asked her, "Why don't you chat with Brother Jiang for a while?"
Song Fei said: "He must be working overtime at the bureau." Yan Jiang's insomnia has not been cured yet. When Song Fei is not at home, Yan Jiang usually does not go home. He is used to staying at the bureau to work overtime, and finds something to do for himself when he has nothing to do.
Yan Jiang would only find a crowded place to take a nap during the day when there were many people around.
Song Ci also knew about Yan Jiang's condition. She said worriedly, "If this continues, Yan Jiang's body won't be able to handle it."
"There's no way. His grandmother's death left a deep shadow in his heart that can't be erased." The influence of a child's original family lasts a lifetime.
Song Fei turned off the computer, holding her notebook and walked towards the cable car entrance with Song Ci, but she ran into two people on the way.
That was the head of the Mo family, Mo Suixin, and his wife, Mo Yang.
Song Ci subconsciously adopted Song Fei's expression, stood in front of Song Fei, and greeted the Mo family couple. "Master Mo, Madam Mo, it's so late, you haven't rested yet?"
"It's Song Fei and Song Ci." Mo Suixin looked at Song Ci with a loving expression. He said, "I just went to sit with my father for a while and talked about some things before coming back. I heard that you performed very well in the exam today, Song Fei. I'm very optimistic about you. When you make it into the top three, I'll give you a big gift!"
Song Ci asked boldly, "How big a gift? Can you give me a Fengchun Pill?"
Mo Sui Xin was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "You really are asking for too much." However, it was Song Ci's exorbitant demands that revealed the frivolity that was in line with her age.
Mo Suixin didn't investigate how Song Ci knew about Fengchun Pills. He pointed at Song Ci's face with a smile and promised, "If you can take first place, I will give you a Fengchun Pill!"
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