Li Li didn't say anything, just nodded at Song Ci, then pulled out a chair and sat down.
Song Ci and Han Zhan had just been messing around in the office, and after washing their hands, they were still a little cold.
She stared at her fingertips, blushed slightly, and whispered, "Not supervising, accompanying my husband."
Han Zhan was pleased by the word "husband". He looked up at Song Ci with a smile in his eyes.
"You are abusing me!" They are both married, so why does he still eat other people's dog food?
Han Zhan: "Can you learn from Li Li and be quiet?"
Bei Zhan looked at Song Ci, then at Han Zhan, and then he sat down indignantly.
Song Ci looked at Li Li. Li Li was affected by the divorce and probably didn't get enough rest last night, so he had very heavy dark circles under his eyes.
He sat there quietly, motionless. If his eyes had not blinked occasionally, Song Ci would have thought he was a mummy.
The conference room fell silent, and Han Zhan said to Cindy, "We can connect now."
"OK."
Cindy began to connect with district leaders in various regions.
The meeting lasted for more than an hour before it ended.
After finishing, Han Zhan returned to the office and dealt with two urgent documents first, and then put the remaining documents into his briefcase.
He walked home from get off work holding Song Ci's hand. When they passed the secretary's office, Han Zhan stopped and said to the secretary in charge of his schedule, "I'm taking a day off tomorrow. If you have anything urgent, you can talk to President Bei or President Li."
"Okay, Mr. Han."
Arriving at the underground garage, Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "What do you want to eat?"
Song Ci said, "I want to go back to our little room tonight and stay overnight. Let's cook our own food."
The small house refers to the duplex that Han Zhan and Song Ci originally lived in. "Okay. Then I'll ask Long Yu to pick up the children?"
"No, I have to go back and pack my luggage tomorrow morning. I'll go back tomorrow morning and have lunch with them before flying to Belgium."
"good."
Just like when they first got married, the two drove to the supermarket, bought ingredients and went home to cook.
They hadn't been back to this residence for a long time, and the security guard had been replaced at some point.
Han Zhan was not driving the Volvo he used to drive today, but the Ao Yu No. 2 independently developed by their company. This car has not yet been registered in the community.
Arriving at the gate of the residential complex, the access control bar blocked Han Zhan and his group outside. The security guard came over and saw two unfamiliar faces. He subconsciously asked, "Hello, are you visiting relatives? You need to call your relatives to let you in."
Han Zhan and Song Ci looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
The security guard was puzzled and looked at Han Zhan and Song Ci as if they were lunatics.
What's so funny about this.
Han Zhan took out his ID card, handed it to the security guard, and said, "I'm the owner. I rarely come back, and this car is not registered."
The security guard took the ID card with both hands and checked it. After confirming that it was correct, he helped Han Zhan register his car and let them pass.
The house is always cleaned and can be lived in at any time.
Han Zhan was carrying a suitcase with supermarket shopping bags on it in his left hand. Song Ci was carrying a violin case on her right shoulder, holding Han Zhan's right hand with her left hand, and walked into the house with him.
After entering the house and changing his shoes, Han Zhan went to the kitchen to cook. Song Ci wanted to help him, but was driven out by Han Zhan, "Don't come to help, don't fall."
Ever since Su Beibei fell in the kitchen, Han Zhan learned his lesson and would not let Song Ci enter the kitchen easily.
Han Zhan is going to make beer duck, so he won’t be able to have dinner for a while.
Song Ci ate a few cherry tomatoes, opened her instrument case, and played a piece of music in front of the French window. When Han Zhan heard the familiar tune, he came out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife and looked at her quietly.
After Song Ci finished playing a piece of music, Han Zhan said, "I know this piece of music."
Song Ci turned around with her zither in hand and stared at the knife in his hand. She looked away and asked Han Zhan, "What's your name?"
"Zhan." Han Zhan accurately said the name of the song. He clearly remembered that this song was improvised by Song Ci at the opera house during their honeymoon in Sydney. It was inspired by her love for him.
Although Han Zhan was tone-deaf, he remembered the tune of the song and could hum it perfectly. Of course, he thought his humming was beautiful, but in fact it was still off-key.
Song Ci nodded, "That's right."
Thinking that Han Zhan could only sing the national anthem and "Just Like You", Song Ci suggested: "I'll play and you sing "Just Like You", okay?"
Han Zhan nodded, "Okay, you play the music and I'll cut the meat."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
The romantic atmosphere was completely destroyed by Han Zhan's words.
Song Ci walked to the restaurant and fixed the violin between her shoulder and chin. She stared at Han Zhan for a moment before lifting the strings and playing "Just Like You".
When Song Ci played the violin, his entire aura changed.
When she plays the violin, she is the queen of music.
Han Zhan heard the piano, hummed along twice, and then began to sing softly. "Who patted my shoulder gently when I needed him most? Who was willing to share my happiness when I was happiest? The days are long, and I am by your side..."
After the performance, Song Ci put down the violin and prepared to watch TV. At this time, she heard Han Zhan humming the national anthem in the kitchen again.
Song Ci stopped again, picked up the bow and continued to accompany him.
After singing two songs, Han Zhan felt that his soul was sublimated and he felt that he could make his debut and hold a concert at any time.
He poured the blanched duck meat into the wok and kept stirring it, humming a tune that had changed. The more handsome his cooking movements were, the more unpleasant his humming was.
Song Ci stood in the living room, holding a violin, and looked at him with interest.
When Han Zhan cooks, he habitually rolls up the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt, revealing his muscular forearms. Years spent in the office, his suit obscuring his muscular frame, has left his skin somewhat pale.
Although white, he is not feminine, and his thin muscles are full of strength.
Han Zhan is tall with long legs, narrow waist and broad shoulders. Wearing a shirt and suit pants, his figure is even more perfect, and even his butt is very perky.
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's butt for a long time and sighed, "Old man, your butt is sticking out."
The duck meat in the pot sizzled and the oil splashed. Han Zhan didn't hear what Song Ci said clearly. Without even looking up, he asked, "What are you mumbling about?"
Song Ci said calmly, "I praise your good figure, broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs, handsome, sweet mouth and good life."
Han Zhan silently repeated this in his mind, then looked up at her and praised: "It rhymes quite well."
"As long as you think it rhymes."
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