"Good night, Uncle Han."
"Um."
When Han Yueyun returned to his room, he saw Lin Jiao'e still pestering Song Ci to sit in the living room on the second floor and talk. He stood behind the sofa and said, "It's already ten o'clock, my wife. Song Song is pregnant, so it's time for her to rest."
Lin Jiao'e and Song Ci turned around at the same time, their eyes sparkling as they looked at him, and asked curiously, "How did the conversation go?"
Since they were all trustworthy people, Han Yueyun didn't hide anything and said bluntly, "I agree with them."
Han Zhan closed the psychology book, looked up and asked Han Yueyun: "What did he do?" He was very curious about what Jiang Zhen had done to convince Han Yueyun.
Han Yueyun sat down on the sofa next to Han Zhan. He glanced at the other three people, then took out the confession certificate from his pocket, pinched it between his fingers, and said, "That kid simply wrote down all the crimes, big and small, he had committed over the past twenty years on these two pieces of paper. He signed and sealed it, saying that from now on, if anything happens to Wangwang, you can take this paper to report him."
After Han Yueyun finished speaking, the three people showed shocked expressions on their faces.
Even Han Zhan didn't expect Jiang Zhen to do such a thing.
Giving the confession certificate to Han Yueyun was like handing his life over to Han Yueyun. No vows could be more moving than these two pieces of paper.
Han Zhan sighed, "He is indeed a courageous child."
Song Ci also said: "No wonder big brother agreed."
Lin Jiao'e was both happy and distressed. She said, "It seems that this child is truly devoted to us, Wangwang. This makes me feel relieved. But this child has suffered too much."
Song Ci patted the back of Lin Jiao'e's hand and said, "It was bitter in the past, but it will be sweet in the future. From now on, we are a family. Big brother and sister-in-law should treat him as their own child. That child is a grateful one. He is actually my sister's apprentice..."
Song Ci then explained the relationship between Jiang Zhen and Song Fei to Han Yueyun and his wife. After learning that Jiang Zhen had become successful, he still remembered Song Fei's kindness in cultivating him, and they were even more relieved about Jiang Zhen's character.
A child who knows how to repay kindness will never be a bad person.
"This child is completely different from his father."
Song Ci nodded. "Yes, Jiang Weimin is so bad, but Jiang Zhen is a man of affection and righteousness. As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse gives birth to a son who digs holes. This saying can also be proven wrong."
Han Zhan looked at his watch and saw that it was indeed getting late, so he said to his elder brother and sister-in-law, "Song Ci and I have to go to Italy tomorrow, so we need to get some rest. Brother and sister-in-law, when I return from Italy, I will take Mr. Xu back to Shunchen to decide on the matter of the ancestral hall."
"Let's all rest."
"good."
When Song Ci and Han Zhan were about to rest after taking a shower, they heard the sound of a car starting up downstairs. Han Zhan stood up from the windowsill and looked out, then said to Song Ci on the bed, "Wangwang Dog and the others are out."
Song Ci looked at the time and said, "It's already eleven o'clock."
Han Zhan sighed, returned to the bed, and pulled the quilt over them. He put his arm around Song Ci and sighed, "It's good to be young. Eleven o'clock is the beginning of the nightlife."
Song Ci poked Han Zhan's chest and said, "Brother Han, I'm also a young person. I won't be 25 until the day after tomorrow."
Han Zhan: "..."
Song Ci muttered, "Once this baby is born, I'm going to live the life of a young hot mom. I'll go shopping every Monday, practice piano every Tuesday and Wednesday, go out to socialize every Thursday, go out to participate in charity activities every Friday, spend time with my kids on parent-child activities every Saturday, and enjoy my nightlife every weekend."
Han Zhan pinched her waist and said, "Are you disgusted by the lack of nightlife?" He suddenly turned over, walked around behind Song Ci, and quickly slipped his hot hand under her nightgown.
He said, "No hurry, I will accompany you to enjoy a colorful night life tonight."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "There's no need..."
The rest of the words disappeared directly from Han Zhan's mouth.
Han Zhan was a little angry. He was angry that she was bullying him for being an old man again. He was angry that her schedule was full seven days a week, but not a single thing was related to him.
The young woman is so heartless. She is blinded by greed, which is why she loves Song Ci so wholeheartedly.
It needs to be treated well!
Song Ci was bullied by Han Zhan until tears welled up in her eyes. She held Han Zhan's left hand and bit his palm lightly, reminding him: "I'm still pregnant, shouldn't you be gentler?"
Han Zhan continued his actions behind her and said unhappily, "Old men are gentle, young men are passionate." So he wanted Song Ci to feel his fiery passion and let her know that he was not old yet.
Song Ci's shoulders were shaking from laughing.
Han Zhan stopped and looked at her in confusion, not understanding why she suddenly burst into laughter while doing something. "What are you laughing at?" Han Zhan pinched Song Ci's chin with one hand and turned her cheek to face him.
Song Ci smiled so seductively that her eyes were filled with tears, and it was obvious that she was thinking of some rich images in her mind. "What bad things are you thinking about?"
Song Ci blinked at Han Zhan, and with that irresistibly soft and charming voice that reached deep into her bones, she called out delicately, "Uncle."
Han Zhan: "..."
Almost wilted!
"What are you yelling about?" Han Zhan's tone became dangerous. Han Zhan was particularly resistant to words like "uncle" and "old". He had no interest in playing the uncle-loli game.
Song Ci suppressed her laughter and called out again, "Uncle."
"Shut up!"
Han Zhan directly covered Song Ci's mouth and tortured her in various ways. But Song Ci kept calling her "uncle", so that after Han Zhan fell asleep, his dreams were haunted by the uncle's voice that sounded like a devil.
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