"Are you still reading medical books?" Han Zhan stared at the floor, trying his best not to look at the indecent Song Dynasty porcelain.
Song Ci nodded. Seeing that Han Zhan was indifferent to her teasing, she found it boring.
Recovering his serious demeanor, Song Ci walked to the bookshelf, gently stroked the medical books with his fingers, and whispered, "My father is a surgeon. After coming to China, he specially learned Chinese massage techniques."
When we get married, if you’re tired from work, I can give you a massage when you get home.” As for how to do it, that would depend on Song Ci’s technique.
When she said that, Han Zhan felt tingling all over.
Han Zhan didn't dare to think too much.
For a man in his thirties, there are some things that will make him lose control if he thinks about them.
"Is your father Chinese?" Hearing Song Ci say that, Han Zhan thought that Song Ci's father was a Chinese who was born and raised abroad.
Song Ci nodded and said, "Yes, my father is Chinese, and my mother is of Chinese and American descent."
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci's face and suddenly said, "No wonder your facial features are stronger and deeper than usual." Especially the eye sockets, which are deeper and more stylish than those of ordinary Chinese girls.
Song Ci thought Han Zhan was complimenting her beauty.
Han Zhan stood up and walked to Song Ci's side, took a book on surgery from the bookshelf, walked to the bed and sat down, lowering his head to read quietly.
The room was quiet for a moment.
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan and noticed that he had become accustomed to turning pages with his left hand, with his right hand hidden in his glove. Song Ci wanted to ask Han Zhan how his right hand was injured, but she was afraid of touching on Han Zhan's heartache, so she gave up.
I had just read about ten pages of a book when Aunt Zhang came knocking on the door.
"Ms. Song, Mr. Han, the meal is ready. Mr. Mu is back. You can go downstairs to eat." Aunt Zhang was very polite and did not open the door, for fear of seeing anything inappropriate for children.
Song Ci was playing with her phone. Hearing this, she hummed, "I'll be right there."
She locked her phone, reached out to take the book from Han Zhan's hand, and put it back on the bookshelf.
Turning around, Song Ci leaned against the bookshelf, licked her red lips, and asked Han Zhan with a smile: "Why are you reading? Can't you read me?"
Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was flirting again. He wanted to join in the flirting and said, "Reading makes one calm. Look at you."
Han Zhan opened his mouth and said three words, but there was no sound. However, Song Ci had been staring at his mouth and could naturally tell what he was saying.
——I just want to sleep.
So tempting!
Song Ci bent down, poked Han Zhan's chest with her fingers, and asked him curiously: "Mr. Han, you are so good at teasing people, why didn't you have a girlfriend before?"
Han Zhan pinched her fingers and said, "Aren't we waiting for you to show up?"
Song Ci's heart was shot again, and her heartbeat was out of control. She stood up straight, leaned against the desk, and stayed away from Han Zhan, the evil leader.
Song Ci was tapping on the table with a pen in her hand. Han Zhan saw that she had something to say, so he waited patiently.
Finally, Song Ci could no longer remain silent. She said, "Han Zhan, when you leave later, please take me with you."
"Today?" Han Zhan originally planned to wait a few days before taking Song Ci to live with him, so he had to at least give her some psychological preparation.
Nodding seriously, Song Ci said, "Take me away from here and go to your house." Fear and uneasiness flickered in her dark eyes. Song Ci whispered, "I can't sleep peacefully living under the same roof with him. I don't dare to sleep soundly at night."
"I..."
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan, a trace of endearing vulnerability revealed on her pretty face. She said, "I'm scared."
Song Ci was afraid of Mu Mian, afraid of death, afraid of Song Fei's death.
She is afraid of all kinds of things.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci steadily for a while before standing up and putting his hand on her head.
With a light press, Han Zhan said, "Okay."
Hearing this, Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them walked downstairs and saw Mu Mian, who had rushed home on time. He had just gotten off work and was not wearing a suit jacket. His tall figure was covered only by a white shirt with blue vertical stripes.
He looks younger than his actual age.
Hearing the footsteps, Mu Mian looked up at the two of them, his gaze lingering on their holding hands for a few seconds before he coldly said, "You're back."
"Um."
Song Ci called out "Father," and Han Zhan, lowering his posture as a junior, followed suit, calling out, "Uncle Mu."
After Han Zhan called out "Uncle Mu", he noticed that Mu Mian frowned.
"You are so bold. You came just because I asked you to." Mu Mian had met Han Zhan before, and he also clearly showed that he didn't like Han Zhan.
Therefore, when they met again, Mu Mian didn't even bother to pretend to be nice.
Han Zhan was thick-skinned, so he pretended not to be disgusted with him and kept silent.
When Du Tingting came out, she happened to hear what Mu Mian said. She glared at Mu Mian fiercely and hurriedly invited Han Zhan to sit down.
Du Tingting handed the gift Han Zhan brought to the table in front of Mu Mian, "Look how thoughtful Han Zhan is. He even found a 1949 Hero pen for you."
Mu Mian glanced at the pen case, but couldn't keep a straight face, so he softened his expression and said to Han Zhan, "You're really thoughtful to find this pen."
Han Zhan replied, "It just so happened that a friend of mine had a collection, so I brought it here."
Mu Mian nodded, not even willing to glance at Han Zhan.
The meal was somewhat awkward and silent. Du Tingting felt embarrassed, but Han Zhan sat upright, eating his meal properly, and even finished three bowls.
The more Du Tingting looked at Han Zhan, the more she thought this guy was good. He could eat, was tall, and was handsome.
Just the hand...
No mother would want her daughter to be with a disabled person, and Du Tingting was no exception. Du Tingting stopped thinking about it, as it would only make her feel unwilling.
After dinner, Mu Qiu called via video.
"It's Qiu Tianer." Du Tingting said to Song Ci while connecting the video call and said to Mu Qiu in the video: "Qiu Tianer, have you eaten?"
Mu Qiu said, "Eat it, Mom, did my sister really bring her boyfriend home?"
Du Tingting smiled and said, "Yes, your sister's boyfriend is very handsome. Let me show you." Du Tingting walked to Song Ci and sat down with her mobile phone in her hand.
Song Ci took the phone and heard Mu Qiu sweetly call her sister.
"Qiu Qiu, come here. Let me show you your brother-in-law." Song Ci pointed the phone at Han Zhan, who glanced down at the girl in the video. Mu Qiu was wearing hospital pajamas, her hair draped in black. Her dark eyes sparkled, but her skin was a little pale.
Just as the rumors said, Mu Qiu was a girl who looked innocent, clean, and as elegant as a wild lily.
Han Zhan nodded to Mu Qiu and greeted him reservedly, "Hello, Mu Qiu."
Han Zhan was so tall that even casually sitting on the sofa at the Mu family's house, he had the air of a king. Han Zhan was handsome, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his light blue eyes were even more captivating.
Mu Qiu was shocked by Han Zhan's aura.
So after hearing Han Zhan's greeting, Mu Qiu was speechless.
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