Song Ci covered her mouth and laughed non-stop, making Han Zhan's face red.
"Okay, let's go back to the room. I've sung songs and received gifts. I had a very happy birthday." Song Ci and Han Zhan returned to the room, and she went to take a shower first.
She put on her nightgown and sat on the sofa to make a video call with Han Miao and Han Jun.
At this time, it was still afternoon in Wangdong City.
Han Jun and Han Miao had just finished their afternoon meal and were learning how to express their emotions from their early childhood teacher. The video feed was connected to the TV, and Song Ci's image appeared on the large screen.
The two sisters were at home, both wearing home-style tank tops and lantern-shaped over-the-knee pants. "Mom!" They called out to her together, and then Han Miao told Song Ci, "Let's dance for you!"
"good!"
Han Jun and Han Miao knew their mother's birthday was coming up, so they rehearsed a dance in advance. Standing barefoot on the carpet, the sisters danced awkwardly, singing Happy Birthday in their childish voices.
Song Ci was recording the screen while laughing.
"Happy birthday, Mom!" Han Miao blew a kiss to Song Ci, while Han Jun stood in front of the TV with a serious expression and said, "Happy birthday, Mom."
Song Ci smiled with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, babies. I'm very happy."
Han Miao then asked, "Mom, when will you be back?"
"There's still half a month left."
Han Miao asked: "How many days is half a month?"
Songci: "15 days."
Han Miao counted to ten, then realized she didn't have enough fingers, so she asked Han Jun to hold out another hand. When she reached 15, she suddenly shouted, "No, no, I need three more hands before Mommy comes back!"
This is too long!
"I want my mother to come back now!" The children have grown up and are no longer the ignorant babies they were when they were little. They start to get upset with their mothers.
Han Jun stared at Song Ci with her sparkling eyes. She said, "Mom, we want to go to my uncle's house too."
Song Ci looked at her daughters and immediately softened her heart. "Okay, I'll ask Dong Yang to take you over."
Han Zhan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and heard Song Ci say, "Han Zhan, I miss the children. I'll ask Yan Qingxiu to send them over tomorrow."
Han Zhan glanced at her meaningfully, his eyes full of emotion.
Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was young, playful, and disliked trouble, and hadn't yet fully immersed herself in her role as a mother. The children were boisterous, and bringing them along would undoubtedly affect Song Ci's mood. Therefore, Han Zhan didn't proactively suggest bringing the children along on this trip to Italy.
But now that Song Ci had brought it up, Han Zhan was naturally happy. Han Zhan raised his hand, pressed it on Song Ci's head and rubbed it, sighing, "Our Cibao is becoming more and more like a qualified and excellent mother."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
I always feel that this is not a compliment to her.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
