Song Ci was a little surprised. This kind of line that only a seasoned driver should have said was out of place when it came out of Han Zhan's mouth. Song Ci looked at Han Zhan deeply and thought, no matter how self-righteous this man pretends to be, he is still a nasty old man at heart.
Oh, man!
Song Ci stood up, muttering to herself that Han Zhan was boring, and ran upstairs to pack her luggage. She stuffed her clothes into Han Zhan's closet, and looking at their clothes next to each other, Song Ci realized with great depth that she was truly tied to this man.
Downstairs, Han Zhan stood in front of the French window and called his grandfather.
A middle-aged man answered the phone, "Is this Zhanzhan?"
Han Zhan nodded, called Uncle Zhong, and then asked, "Where's my grandpa?"
Uncle Zhong looked out the window at the old man busy in the vegetable garden and said, "The old man is picking tomatoes. He said he wants to make tomato sauce and send it to you."
Han Zhan looked up at the rooftop and suddenly said, "Uncle Zhong, please bring some more bacon and sausages." At noon today, Du Tingting made a dish of fried bamboo shoots with bacon. Song Ci, who was afraid of getting fat, ate a bowl of rice with the dishes.
She was really too thin. Han Zhan pinched Song Ci's wrist and it was unbelievably thin.
You have to take good care of it.
Uncle Zhong on the other end of the phone was very surprised when he heard Han Zhan's request. He asked in a puzzled tone, "Doesn't Zhan Zhan dislike sausages and bacon?"
Han Zhan smiled and said, "Some people like it."
Hearing Han Zhan's ambiguous answer, Uncle Zhong was stunned and his mind started to turn.
Someone...
What kind of person is this?
Zhong Buhui didn't ask Han Zhan any further questions. He just said he understood and chatted with Han Zhan for a few more words before hanging up the phone.
After a while, Han Aoyu returned from the vegetable garden carrying a basket of vegetables. He saw Zhong Buhui standing by the phone, dazed. He took off his straw hat and asked Zhong Buhui, "What are you dazed about? Who called just now?"
"Grandpa." Zhong Buhui turned around and said to Han Aoyu with a strange look on his face, "Zhan Zhan called just now and asked us to send some bacon and sausages along with the tomato sauce."
Han Aoyu: "Oh, I have some at home, just send it to you, what's the big deal."
"But old man, Zhanzhan doesn't like to eat that." Zhong Buhui's eyes flickered. He said, "Zhanzhan said that someone likes to eat sausages. Old man, do you think there's something wrong with Zhanzhan?"
Han Aoyu's eyes lit up. "You mean, that guy is finally in love?"
Zhong Buhui nodded and said, "I'm afraid that's the case."
Han Ao Yu slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "No, I have to go and see it myself!" So many years have passed. Ever since that kid was kicked out, his love life has been stagnant. Han Ao Yu was worried that Han Zhan was emotionally hurt and couldn't get over it.
Where did this living Bodhisattva come from? He saved his family Han Zhan from dire straits. He should be thanked!
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At this moment, the living Bodhisattva Song Ci was sleeping upstairs. She smelled the pillow with Han Zhan's scent, thought about it for a while, and finally fell asleep.
Han Zhan hung up the phone and went upstairs. He didn't hear anything and was curious about what Song Ci was doing. He pushed open the door and saw a long, rectangular bulge on his bed, with a head sticking out.
After a moment of hesitation, Han Zhan's steps became lighter and he walked towards the bed.
Song Ci was curled up under a thin blanket, revealing only her beautiful face. Her brows were furrowed as she slept, her hands clutching the air-conditioning blanket tightly. A layer of sweat formed on her forehead, as if she were trapped in a nightmare.
Han Zhan squatted beside the bed and touched Song Ci's forehead. It was cold. Han Zhan wanted to loosen Song Ci's hands from holding the sheets one by one. Song Ci refused and even whimpered twice.
"Songci, don't be afraid."
Song Dynasty porcelain still does not let go.
Han Zhan didn't know what to do, so he could only pat Song Ci's shoulders slowly and gently, like a mother patting her child's shoulders, and sing to her. Han Zhan didn't know many songs, and the only one he could sing completely was Li Yuchun's "Just Like You".
During the days when Han Zhan was injured and fell into depression, it was this song that accompanied him to sleep and gave him strength.
But this song is not suitable as a lullaby, but looking at Song Ci's painful and desperate look in the dream, Han Zhan finally sang it.
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Who patted my shoulder gently when I needed it most?
Who is willing to share with me when I am happiest?
The days are so long
I'm by your side
Witnessing your growth gives me strength.
Who can forget the pain I suffered along the way with you?
Who can predict the long and boundless future? Where will you be?
Han Zhan is a typical bass singer, and the song sounded quite beautiful when he sang it. But when Song Ci heard this song, her uneasy face gradually calmed down, and her hands holding the sheets were no longer pale.
Han Zhan was very pleased to find it useful.
After confirming that Song Ci was fine and really asleep, Han Zhan covered her with a quilt, raised the air conditioner temperature by two degrees, and then left.
Alas, raising a little wife is not easy. I have to sing to her before going to bed on the first day. Who knows what troubles will happen in the days to come. But Han Zhan found that this feeling was not bad.
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Song Ci woke up and found it was dark.
She felt very embarrassed. She hadn't expected to sleep on Han Zhan's bed for the entire afternoon. Song Ci sat up, touched her mouth to make sure there was no saliva, and then went downstairs.
Han Zhan was not on the first floor, and Song Ci heard occasional talking in the conference room.
She didn't disturb Han Zhan from working.
But she was hungry and she had to eat something.
Song Ci walked into the kitchen and opened Han Zhan's oversized refrigerator. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found it was filled with food. She found the ingredients she needed and hummed a song as she prepared dinner.
After the meeting, Han Zhan came down from upstairs and stood on the platform at the corner of the stairs, staring silently at the woman in the kitchen for a moment.
Song Ci was still wearing the same clothes she wore this morning, with a neck brace on and humming a song. She seemed to be in a good mood.
"Cooking?" Han Zhan walked to the kitchen door at some point.
Song Ci was taking the corn kernels out of the water. Hearing this, she said without turning her head, "Brother Han, please sit down first. I also made dinner for you. You can eat it soon."
Han Zhan was full of anticipation for Song Ci's cooking skills. He sat down in the restaurant, poured two glasses of warm water, and waited for a while before seeing Song Ci come out with two plates of food. Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and thought: Western food?
“Dangdangdangdang!”
Song Ci placed one of the plates in front of Han Zhan, bowed to him, and said, "Mr. Han, please enjoy it."
Han Zhan's smile suddenly froze after seeing the word "dinner".
On the plate, there was only a piece of fried chicken breast the size of a baby's palm. Next to the meat were a few pieces of boiled broccoli, a few spoonfuls of boiled corn kernels, and three red cherry tomatoes.
The dish is presented very nicely.
Han Zhan took a deep breath, looked up in disbelief, and asked Song Ci: "Is this what you're going to eat?"
Song Ci had already sat down in the chair opposite Han Zhan. She cut a piece of chicken breast with a knife and put it into her mouth. She swallowed it with a tasteless taste before answering Han Zhan: "Do you think a good figure is natural? I maintain it by controlling my diet."
If you want to have a good figure, you have to control your mouth.
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