After seeing off the group of young men, Han Zhan and Li Li took a car back to the company together.
Li Li moved his butt on the passenger seat, then turned around and asked Han Zhan in a low voice: "Mr. Han, when did you get out of being single?" As Han Zhan's closest colleague, subordinate and friend, Li Li didn't even know that Han Zhan was no longer single.
He has fallen out of favor with Han Zhan.
Han Zhan: "Just these few days."
Li Li pondered over the situation and a suitable candidate came to mind. "Is it... Miss Song?" Thinking of how Miss Song resolutely cut her hair that day in pursuit of Mr. Han, Li Li felt that Mr. Han had met a true warrior this time.
Song Ci is beautiful and bold. If she really pursues Mr. Han with all her might, he might not be able to control himself.
Han Zhan glanced at Li Li, and the corners of his lips seemed to curl up. "Yeah."
Li Li took a deep breath.
He said in a cold voice: "Miss Song has only been pursuing you for a few days, and you agreed just like that?" Where is your backbone as a single, high-quality man?
Han Zhan said, "You'll agree sooner or later, why wait?"
The sooner you agree, the sooner you can enjoy it. Han Zhan was too lazy to tell Li Li about this kind of pleasure.
Li Li was shocked by Han Zhan's frankness.
That’s right, Miss Song will take him down sooner or later, so why not lie down and enjoy it early?
Li Li was so shocked that he was speechless and just hid in the passenger seat, playing melancholy. Han Zhan's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. It was WeChat. Han Zhan's phone had been vibrating more frequently recently. Whenever it vibrated, Han Zhan would take it out and check it.
Song Ci: [Brother Han, my mother asked me to take you home for dinner tomorrow.]
Song Ci: [He said he wanted to test you to see if you were qualified.]
test?
Han Zhan is not afraid at all when facing the test from his mother-in-law tomorrow.
Han Zhan twirled the phone in his left hand, thinking, "Why should I be so timid? I have a car and a house, my parents are both deceased, I don't have any romantic partners, and there are no scandals or gossip. Everything is perfect!"
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The next day, Han Zhan arrived at the hospital on time at 7:40.
When he arrived at the ward, Song Ci had already changed her clothes. Because she was wearing a neck brace, it was inconvenient for her to wear a skirt, so she wore a dark purple silk shirt with a shallow V-neck and a pure white A-line skirt.
When Han Zhan arrived, Song Ci was sitting by the bed, holding a mirror in her left hand and an eyeliner in her right hand, applying eyeliner. Han Zhan stood at the door, watching his girlfriend put on makeup with interest.
Are you so obsessed with being an idol? Even after leaving the hospital with a neck brace, you still have to put on makeup?
Song Ci heard Han Zhan's footsteps. She finished applying the eyeliner, then gracefully turned sideways, waved at Han Zhan, and said to him, "Brother Han, come and see how my eyeliner looks."
Han Zhan didn't know anything about spyliner, but he still walked over.
He stood in front of Song Ci, lowered his head and stared into her eyes.
She had applied foundation and eyebrows, but no lipstick. Up close, Song Ci's skin was practically flawless. She wore a light purple, slightly smoky eye makeup, and two simple strokes of eyeliner accentuated her charming eyes.
Han Zhan didn't understand how Song Ci was painted, but he thought the girl was pretty.
Song Ci asked, "Does it look good?"
Han Zhan nodded honestly, "It's pretty." Han Zhan had to admit the beauty of Song Ci.
Han Zhan was about to stand up when Song Ci's right hand, which was holding the eyeliner, suddenly grabbed Han Zhan's tie. She stood up and, while Han Zhan wasn't paying attention, pressed her pink lips on the corner of his lips.
Han Zhan:!
After a brief moment of incense, Song Ci quickly sat back down on the bed. She raised her head, her slender jade fingers gently adjusting Han Zhan's slightly wrinkled tie, also trying to hide her red ears and cheeks, as well as her accelerated heartbeat.
Han Zhan let Song Ci smooth his tie. He heard Song Ci say, "Brother Han is too handsome. Song Ci couldn't help herself when she saw him."
Han Zhan felt that he and Song Ci had picked up the wrong script. This kind of bold and unrestrained thing should be the script for the male protagonist.
After the hand on his tie was removed, Han Zhan finally stood up straight. He looked at Song Ci deeply, then took a step back and said, "I'll go and get you discharged. You pack first."
Han Zhan turned around and strode towards the ward door, looking very calm and in control of the situation.
Han Zhan came to the service desk, asked for Song Ci's discharge certificate, and went to wait for the elevator with the discharge certificate. There were many people in the elevator, and Han Zhan, who was 1.89 meters tall, stood out like a crane among chickens.
After paying the discharge fee and holding the stamped discharge form, Han Zhan sat down on the iron chair in the lobby on the first floor, looking dazed.
He touched the corner of his lips, a little absent-minded.
Han Zhan hadn't been in love for so many years that he almost forgot what it felt like to kiss.
It turns out it’s so soft.
When she returned to the ward, Song Ci had already packed. She didn't have much, just a small suitcase for her cosmetics and a handbag. Han Zhan asked her, "Do you want anything else?"
Song Ci said, "No, it's boring to take home something used in the hospital."
Han Zhan: "It's a pity to lose it."
Song Ci was a little surprised to hear such words from Han Zhan. She thought for a moment before saying, "I will give the bucket and basin to the elderly man next door. He is from another province and is poor. He just transferred to the hospital and has nothing prepared."
Song Ci's illness wasn't contagious, and the wash basin and bucket she used were both clean. Song Ci had previously asked the old woman if she wanted her basin, and since she was a very frugal person, she naturally accepted it.
Song Ci picked up the bucket and basin and said to Han Zhan, "Let's go."
Song Ci gave the bucket and basin to the old man next door, and then went downstairs with Han Zhan. In the elevator, Song Ci teased Han Zhan: "I can't believe that the future richest man is so good at managing his household."
Han Zhan said: "My grandfather taught me from a young age that extravagance and waste are shameful."
Seeing the surprise in Song Ci's eyes, Han Zhan explained, "My great-grandmother starved to death during the famine. My grandfather was only three years old when she died."
Han Zhan took his mother's surname. His maternal grandfather, Han Ao Yu, was born in the late 1930s and is from Henan.
In the early 1940s, a famine that shocked China and the world occurred. After his mother died, Han Aoyu was carried in his father's arms as they wandered all the way to Hunan, where they finally survived.
Because his mother died of starvation, Han Aoyu was taught to be frugal from a young age by his father. Even after he rose through the ranks and became a resolute general, after retirement, he returned to his hometown, built a modest two-story house, and hired a retired veteran to take care of him.
Old Man Han was a frugal man his entire life, and influenced by him, Han Cheng was not one to waste money. Han Zhan was rich, but not extravagant. He had shoes that cost tens of thousands of yuan a pair, as well as yellow cloth rubber shoes that cost just a dozen yuan.
After hearing Han Zhan's words, Song Ci's hand holding the handbag suddenly tightened.
In front of Han Zhan, Song Ci felt ridiculous and embarrassed. The Mu family was not short of money and had raised their two daughters in luxury. Song Ci's bags were all worth five figures, and her shoes and clothes were all luxury brands.
But standing next to Han Zhan, Song Ci felt ridiculous.
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