Han Zhan filled the cup with water, then looked up in the direction where Song Ci was standing.
Song Ci is very beautiful. If the smile on her face was not so malicious, she would be even more beautiful.
Han Zhan suddenly felt a little annoyed.
Think about it, a 32-year-old man was teased by a 22-year-old girl. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he didn't react? After all, he is an elder who has experienced ten years more than Song Ci. If he allows the little girl to bully him, he should give some response to repay Song Ci's efforts.
Thinking of this, Han Zhan first drank some warm water, then put down the cup and walked towards where Song Ci was.
Song Ci saw Han Zhan striding towards her and wondered: What is he going to do? Why does he look like he's going to kill me?
The old cadre looked very well-behaved and restrained, and he probably wouldn't do anything to offend her. Thinking of this, Song Ci calmed down a bit, and looked at Han Zhan as he approached step by step. He showed no sign of guilt, and even raised his head, looking at her provocatively.
Han Zhan walked closer, suddenly stretched out his arms, and slammed his palms on the floor-to-ceiling window glass, trapping Song Ci.
Hearing the snapping sound, Song Ci's heart also trembled.
Wall-bang?
Song Ci was trapped between Han Zhan's chest and the glass. She knew Han Zhan wouldn't do anything to her, but her heartbeat was still a little disordered. Han Zhan lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "What are you going to do at night? Isn't it more exciting during the day?"
What kind of vicious words are these?
Song Ci swallowed, pointed at the collar around her neck, and said to Han Zhan flatteringly, "I'll be disturbing your fun if I wear this."
Han Zhan's lips were pressed against Song Ci's ear, and his breath penetrated into Song Ci's cochlea, making her feel itchy all over and unable to stand steadily. She heard Han Zhan say, "It's not bad to just try it out. We can enjoy it to the fullest another day."
Song Ci immediately became timid.
No matter how well-behaved Han Zhan is, he is still a man. She underestimated Han Zhan's competitive spirit as a man.
Song Ci: "I, I was wrong." Her voice was very small.
Han Zhan seemed not to hear and said, "Didn't you have lunch?"
Song Ci said loudly: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have teased Brother Han. I promise to behave myself from now on."
Her brother Han was satisfied, so he withdrew his hands and carried her luggage upstairs.
After he left, Song Ci slumped in front of the French window, taking deep breaths.
Song Ci found his cell phone and sent a WeChat message to Yan Jiang.
Song Ci: [Ah Jiang, what should you do if you meet someone who is better at flirting than you?]
Yan Jiang: [Lie down and be C]
Go away now.
After reading the message, Song Ci threw the phone far away.
After Song Ci recovered, she got up from the ground and toured Han Zhan's house. There was a large living room, an open kitchen and laundry room on the first floor of Han Zhan's house. The room that was supposed to be a guest bedroom was converted into a gym.
After visiting the first floor, Song Ci walked up the stairs to the second floor and found that the layout of the second floor was somewhat different from what she had imagined.
The second floor was smaller than the first. It only had a study, a meeting room, and a very spacious master bedroom. Song Ci discovered that there was no second bedroom in the entire house, which she thought was not good.
Song Ci knocked on the door of the master bedroom.
"Come in."
Song Ci pushed open the black door and saw Han Zhan undressing. His suit jacket was already off, and four buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a large, bronze chest with well-defined muscles that made one blush and feel his heart beat faster.
Song Ci rarely saw such a beautiful male body and was stunned for a moment.
Han Zhan continued to peel the remaining buttons and said without looking up, "I'm tired. Do you want to take a nap?"
Song Ci wanted to take a nap, but the problem was——
"Is there no other room?" Song Ci asked with some shame.
Han Zhan finally looked up at her.
He opened his shirt and faced Song Ci openly. Han Zhan said, "I thought that the moment you asked me for your favor and decided to give me a child, you were ready to sleep with me and be sincere to me."
Song Ci opened her mouth, but was speechless. "I didn't think it through properly." Song Ci moved her feet, walked to Han Zhan's big bed, and sat down directly on it.
As soon as he sat down, Song Ci's heart started beating like thunder.
She actually took the initiative to sit on a man's bed.
Extremely depraved!
It was the first time someone sat on Han Zhan's bed, and it was a woman. Her skin was so white, and her thighs against the pure black sheets were a sharp contrast, which was very tempting. Han Zhan looked at the scene before him, and his heart felt a little hot. He took a deep breath and suddenly said, "I want to take a shower."
The first thing Han Zhan did after returning home was to take a shower. It was a habit.
Song Ci said, "You wash it."
The man was silent for a moment before he said, "The walls of my bathroom are completely transparent."
Hearing this, Song Ci was stunned.
She quickly turned around to look at the bathroom, and then she noticed that the bathroom in Han Zhan's master bedroom was particularly large, with completely transparent glass walls. Song Ci could clearly see the bottles of shower gel and shampoo used by Han Zhan on the bathroom shelf.
Song Ci's face flushed, she stood up suddenly and ran out of the room without looking back.
She didn't have the pleasure of watching men take a bath.
Even if there is, I can only watch secretly, how can I let Han Zhan find out...
Han Zhan stared at the wrinkled sheets on the bed caused by Song Ci sitting on it, lost in thought for a moment, and then went into the bathroom.
Song Ci sat on the treadmill in the first-floor gym, her phone in hand, feeling uneasy. After hesitating for a long time, Song Ci clicked on Yan Jiang's profile picture, typed a message, and sent it.
Yan Jiang was shooting a magazine that day.
He didn't have many roles, but he was incredibly famous, and magazines were always looking for him. Thanks to his stunningly handsome face, magazine sales were always good. Yan Jiang, dressed in a Chinese-style ink painting outfit, sat on a black sofa, frowning as he read the message from Song Ci.
What's wrong with this girl today? She's looking for him so diligently.
Opening WeChat, Yan Jiang saw Song Ci saying, "Ah Jiang, I moved out of the Mu family today and will live at Han Zhan's house from now on."
Han Zhan?
Song Song actually found that person.
Yan Jiang felt powerless. If he were stronger, he would be able to protect Song Song.
However, as Song Ci was able to board Han Zhan's ship, at least his life was safe.
Yan Jiang scrolled up and saw the message Song Ci had sent him twenty minutes ago. His heart sank. It seemed Han Zhan was also a master at flirting. Even someone of Song Song's rank couldn't stand up to Han Zhan. It looked like she was in danger.
Yan Jiang replied to Song Ci: [What are your plans? ]
Song Ci: [I will marry Han Zhan.]
Yan Jiang: [! ]
Yan Jiang: [Don’t you regret it?]
Song Ci: [Being alive is more important than anything else. I am afraid of death, but I want to live.]
Yan Jiang felt a little sorry for Song Ci, and felt even more distressed when he thought of the "cat" sleeping on his bed.
"Why are you sitting here when there's no sofa to sit on?" Han Zhan had already finished his shower, changed into a light home shirt, and was standing under the gym door. He was too tall, and standing under the door frame, he blocked Song Ci's light.
But it doesn't matter, he will be her light.
Song Ci was about to exclaim: "Sitting on the treadmill that Brother Han visits every day, I feel very happy."
Han Zhan shook his head and laughed.
He patted his legs and said, "This is yours too, come sit here."
Song Dynasty porcelain:?
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