Han Zhan pressed Song Ci into his arms and said, "Take it off for me." His voice suddenly became much lower, and the hoarse voice made Song Ci tremble all over.
Song Ci and Han Zhan had been separated for two months. She stayed in the pharmacy every day, like a pool of calm spring water. When Han Zhan spoke, the wind blew and the spring water rippled.
Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan meaningfully before saying, "Old rogue!"
But she happens to be a little hooligan.
The little rascal sat up from Han Zhan's arms and gently helped Han Zhan take off his clothes and pants. In the past, when doing something like this, Song Ci would definitely tease Han Zhan, but today she couldn't bear it.
For the first time, she didn't pay attention to Han Zhan's muscular body. All her attention was on Han Zhan's wound.
When Han Zhan went to Country D to carry out a mission, although he successfully protected his stomach with a bulletproof vest, he was shot in the left arm and calf.
The gauze on the wound had long been removed, revealing two gunshot wounds. The wounds had been sutured with surgical needles and were now beginning to heal, but not completely. The pink and tender new flesh formed a huge contrast with Han Zhan's original skin color.
Song Ci's chest ached as she thought of Han Zhan running through the hail of bullets. She gently touched the wound on Han Zhan's left arm and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"
Han Zhan: "It hurts."
Hearing this, Song Ci felt even more distressed.
But Song Ci was satisfied that Han Zhan could come back alive. "Han Zhan, promise me that you won't do this kind of thing again, okay?"
This time, Han Zhan successfully brought back all his comrades, and he has a clear conscience.
Hearing Song Ci's request, Han Zhan held half of Song Ci's right fingernail. He felt the coolness on Song Ci's fingertips and couldn't help but put her finger to his lips and kissed it.
"From now on, I will only be the boss of Zeus International, Song Ci's husband, and Miaomiao and Junjun's father." He didn't care about other things.
He is a human, not a god. Having a family, Han Zhan also cherishes his life. He just wants to live a good life with his wife and children.
Hearing this, Song Ci finally felt relieved.
Han Zhan suddenly cried out, "The wound hurts so much, blow on it and it will stop hurting." Even at an old age, Han Zhan was still shamelessly acting like a spoiled child with Song Ci.
Miaomiao and Junjun always act like this to Song Ci, and Han Zhan is also Song Ci's baby, so it's not excessive for him to act like this to Song Ci.
Song Ci laughed at him: "You are not a three-year-old baby anymore, why are you still blowing on it?" Song Ci said that she disliked Han Zhan very much, but she still lowered her head and blew gently on Han Zhan's wound.
When she lowered her head, her hair fell on Han Zhan's chest, which was a little itchy.
It's not just the skin that's itchy, it's also the heart.
Han Zhan suddenly pinched Song Ci's arm and hinted to her: "It's blown, let's do something else." Blowing is boring, biting is interesting.
Song Ci said subconsciously: "I didn't prepare anything."
Han Zhan never lets Song Ci down. He reached out for the wallet on the bedside table, opened it, and took out two small things from the wallet under Song Ci's astonished gaze.
"I have everything ready."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
"Old beast!"
Song Ci cursed, but still reached out and took the things from Han Zhan's hand and went to do her own thing.
Because Han Zhan's body had not recovered fully, many positions were inconvenient for him to practice. After tasting the meat briefly, the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, Song Ci asked Han Zhan why he suddenly came to the Mo family.
Han Zhan said, "I'm here to bring warmth to the Mo family."
Song Ci: "What warmth?" She didn't believe Han Zhan would be so kind.
Han Zhan: "Whatever the Mo family needs, I will send it to them." Giving criminals a full meal before they die is humanitarian.
Song Ci suddenly felt that Han Zhan was extremely mean.
Song Ci spent the morning at the pharmacy. At noon, the manager, Mo Suiyun, came to ask her to go to lunch. The richest man, Han Zhan, had come and given the Mo family many good things for free. The Mo family wanted to thank Han Zhan and specially hosted a banquet for him.
Song Ci followed Mo Suiyun to the banquet hall. On the way, she asked Mo Suiyun, "What did Han Zhan give us?" When Song Ci said "we", Mo Suiyun laughed.
"In reply to the young master, Mr. Han sent us two helicopters. From now on, when we go out to treat patients, we won't have to travel by boat."
Song Ci felt heartbroken.
Two helicopters, that's a lot of money!
Wouldn't it be nice to buy gems for her, toys for the children, and meat for Han Zhan himself?
When Song Ci arrived at the dining room, he saw Han Zhan and Song Fei sitting with Han Zhan.
Although Song Ci and Song Fei look similar, one has a natural smile and the other has a cold face. Song Fei has to play Song Ci and can't let herself go. She smiles so hard that her face becomes stiff.
When she saw Song Ci coming, Song Fei looked at her with resentment.
Song Ci suppressed her laughter and sat down next to Song Fei. As soon as she sat down, she heard Song Fei say, "Hurry up and finish this, and then we can switch back."
She smiled at everyone she met, and Song Fei almost had a fit of laughter.
I don’t know why Song Ci loves to laugh so much.
Song Ci said with a wooden face, "I'm lending you Han Zhan for your show, you should be content. You should know that I never lend out men or bras."
"Go away, your Han Zhan is too serious and not cute at all." Yan Jiang is still cute. It's fun to play with him no matter how Song Fei touches him.
The two sisters huddled together and whispered, but Han Zhan couldn't hear what they were talking about.
But now it is early spring, and the Chinese toon tree has just sprouted.
The Mo family planted many Chinese toon trees. Seeing that Han Zhan, a wealthy man from the big city, had come, and thinking that he might rarely eat these mountain foods, the Mo family's chef specially got some Chinese toon leaves and made a plate of scrambled eggs with Chinese toon leaves. He also made a bowl of cold dish with coriander, Houttuynia cordata and dried red peppers.
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