"I mean, don't become a beast like Mo Liansheng."
"Don't worry, Dad. I won't become that kind of person."
"That's good."
After descending the mountain, Zhou Baoguo put his father down from his back. He hung his legs, breathing heavily.
Zhou Wu sat down against a tree and said to Zhou Baoguo, "Son, come and sit down and rest for a while."
Zhou Baoguo's subordinates were still standing nearby, so he definitely wouldn't just sit down and rest. So he leaned against the tree trunk, breathing slowly and evenly.
Suddenly, Friday heard the sound of a propeller turning. Surprised, he looked up and saw the Zeus International private jet.
Knowing that Han Zhan was sitting inside, Zhou Wu quickly stood up and watched the private plane leave with awe on his face.
Zhou Baoguo saw his father's attitude towards Han Zhan and felt a little jealous. "Dad, don't show that kind of expression to other people's sons. Your son is not bad either."
Zhou Wu chuckled and said, "Come on, let's go to Beijing. You must be very busy participating in the election recently. Dad will make you some soup!"
"good."
On the plane, Song Ci and Han Zhan also noticed Zhou Wu below. She was filled with emotion, "I never thought that Doctor Zhou would be reborn in the 21st century."
Han Zhan said, "What I didn't expect was that he was actually Zhou Baoguo's father."
Speaking of Zhou Baoguo and thinking of his face, Song Ci couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth. She said, "Mr. Zhou is quite handsome." Zhou Baoguo's temperament is very similar to that of a great man with the surname Zhou in history, so everyone calls him the Zhou Dynasty.
Han Zhan was a little displeased when he saw Song Ci's crazy look. "Why are you so crazy?"
Song Ci told Han Zhan: "To be honest, I have always been a beauty lover." That year, at the bottom of the Qingluo Banquet Hall, when Nangong Xian saw Dugu Jie for the first time, she was captivated by his handsome face.
"Your Majesty, if you were a little uglier, I would have fallen in love with someone else on the battlefield." But the men on the battlefield were exposed to the wind and rain, and their skin was dark, so she lost interest in them.
Han Zhan was so angry that he didn't say anything.
Song Ci hugged his arm and asked him a question, "Han Zhan, last time you sent me an email, there was a portrait of Nangong Xian..."
Hearing this, Han Zhan's expression became a little unnatural, and his eyes wandered for a while, as if he felt guilty and embarrassed.
Song Ci looked at him with a half-smile and said, "You admitted in person that you did many things that went against common sense in front of my portrait."
Song Ci suddenly leaned close to Han Zhan, bit his earlobe and asked her, "Is it true?"
Han Zhan's ears turned red. He unbuttoned two buttons under his shirt collar, breathing more freely, and then said, "No."
"I don't believe it."
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's playful appearance, and his body felt something. He saw Song Fei lying on a chair in the aisle watching a movie, so he said to Song Ci ambiguously: "Do you want to experience the plane playing?"
Song Ci gave him a meaningful look.
She threw the pillow on her lap onto the chair, then stood up, walked across the corridor and into the lounge. Han Zhan sat upright for a moment, then stood up and walked in.
Song Fei curled her lips, subconsciously plugged the headphone jack into the computer, and put the headphones on her ears. In this way, no matter how they acted in the lounge, Song Fei's world remained peaceful.
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As it was getting dark, the plane finally arrived at Wangjiangshan Airport.
Song Ci said to Song Fei, "Song Fei, come to my house for dinner first. After dinner, sleep at our house tonight, okay?"
"No." Song Fei took off her headphones, put the hood of her sweatshirt on her head, and walked towards the exit with her suitcase.
Song Ci followed behind Song Fei, looked over her shoulder and saw Yan Jiang in the exit waiting area.
After not seeing each other for several months, Yan Jiang's temperament has changed drastically.
He was wearing a loose black casual suit, a smoky gray silk shirt, and a narrow, skinny tie around his neck.
His hair had grown longer and was styled into a wet, slicked-back style. He wore narrow silver-rimmed glasses, looking like a gentleman.
But everyone has to admit that Yan Jiang is at the peak of his appearance and no one can compete with him.
Song Fei patted Song Ci's shoulder and said something full of color in a cold tone: "I won't eat tonight, I'll drink magma."
Song Dynasty porcelain:?
Drinking magma?
The old driver rarely got stuck.
Watching Song Fei carrying the suitcase and walking towards Yan Jiang, Song Ci belatedly understood what the so-called "drinking magma" meant.
She didn't dare to think too deeply about how Song Fei would drink the magma tonight and how much she would drink.
Song Ci rubbed the goose bumps on her arms and said to Han Zhan, who was a few steps behind her, "Han Zhan, hurry up, I have to go home to see my daughters!"
Song Ci hadn't seen her daughters for a long time and suspected they had forgotten her again. Han Zhan quickened his pace, took Song Ci's hand, and got into Long Yu's car with her.
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In the airport lobby, Yan Jiang looked at the person who was slowly walking towards him through the pair of transparent lenses with great longing.
Song Fei wore a white short sweatshirt and a black high-waisted leather skirt, revealing a pair of slender and well-proportioned white legs. She wore a pair of Chelsea boots, looking both sassy and cool.
When Song Fei came closer, Yan Jiang reached out and took the suitcase from Song Fei's hand, then hugged her and pressed her delicate body into his strong arms.
"I'm back." His voice was a little hoarse, and the lazy, smoky voice made Song Fei's ears itch.
Song Fei's ears turned red as he suspected her, and she reminded her quietly: "It's at the airport."
"I'm hugging my wife, and I'm not cheating on her. What's there to be afraid of?"
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