Song Ci said, "Well, the haute couture dresses I delivered a while ago are still missing a few sets of suitable jewelry."
Han Zhan: "..."
Song Ci went to Han Zhan's arms, scratched his chest with her fingers, and called out softly, "Husband, husband, I want it."
Han Zhan's Adam's apple moved up and down several times before he said in a hoarse voice, "How much?"
Song Ci: "Not much, not much, just two hundred million!"
Han Zhan:!
The word "husband" is worth 200 million!
Han Zhan pushed Song Ci away indifferently, stood up, and said ruthlessly: "Miss Song, please call me Mr. Han when we meet in the future."
After saying that, Han Zhan turned and left.
He took two steps and then stopped to wait for Song Ci. The edge of the pool was wet, and he was afraid that Song Ci would slip, so he didn't dare to go far.
Song Ci walked over barefoot with her shoes in hand, came to his side, raised her foot and stepped hard on his foot, then walked away with her slender waist twisted.
The next day, Song Ci slept until nine o'clock. When she woke up, she felt a little nauseous. This was her second child, and she had experience with it, so she knew that morning sickness was coming.
Song Ci didn't dare brush her teeth for too long, for fear of vomiting.
She went downstairs in her home clothes and without makeup. As soon as she left the bedroom, she saw several strangers standing in the reception building. Song Ci called a servant and asked, "Who's here in the reception building?"
Ever since Song Ci got angry and drove away the two housekeepers, the servants have been respectful to her. The servant who was stopped bowed and replied, "Madam, it's the manager of XX Jeweler who came here wearing jewelry. They are limited edition pieces that haven't been released yet. Madam, please choose."
Only after the remaining Song Dynasty porcelains are selected will they be taken to specialty stores for display.
Song Ci stood there for a moment, then smiled again. "Han Zhan, Han Zhan, why are you so cute?"
She had deliberately said that to Han Zhan last night, just to tease him. But when it comes to jewelry, the more limited edition it is, the more collectible it is. It's okay to keep a few sets. She also has two daughters, so she can pass it down to her daughters in the future.
Song Ci went to the reception room to meet the jeweler's manager, picked out three sets of jewelry, and let the manager take the rest away. Song Ci took a photo of the jewelry and sent it to Han Zhan.
Han Zhan didn't reply to her message until almost noon.
Han Zhan: [Call again.]
Song Dynasty Porcelain: [What is it called?]
Han Zhan: [That from last night.]
Song Ci suppressed her laughter and sent the recording via WeChat.
Han Zhan opened the WeChat voice chat and heard Song Ci's charming voice calling out delicately: "Husband, are you tired from work? Husband, I miss you so much."
Han Zhan felt it was corny the first time he heard it, but his heart was boiling the second time, and he was distracted the third time.
"I say, how many times do you want to hear it?" Bei Zhan stood at the door of Han Zhan's office with his arms folded, winking at Han Zhan and saying, "Do you really like hearing your sister-in-law act like a spoiled brat?"
Han Zhan quickly turned off the voice call.
Song Ci's delicate voice must not be heard by other men.
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