She held Song Ci's hand, put it on her leg, hammered it, and sighed, "People have to look forward."
Song Ci frowned and asked her, "How long will it take for this scar to heal?"
"Maybe half a year, maybe a year. If one year doesn't work, then two years. Scars will eventually heal." Su Beibei smiled at Song Ci with relief. She said, "While Neil is still young, I plan to take him out traveling for a while after I recover. When Neil starts school, we'll settle down."
"Alright." Going out to relax is good for psychological healing. "So what are you going to do next? Continue writing novels and scripts?"
Su Beibei said: "I plan to set up a studio to train a group of talented new screenwriters and pursue our dreams together."
The two girlfriends exchanged sweet words for a while when they heard the sound of a car downstairs. Su Beibei said, "It must be Mr. Han and his friends who are back."
Su Beibei stood up and walked to the window, looking towards the garage downstairs, just in time to see Han Zhan getting out of the car and going to the trunk to pick up something.
"It's your Mr. Han who's back." Su Beibei turned around, looked at Song Ci, and said to her, "Neil is home alone, and I'm worried. I'm going back today and will go to the airport soon. Song Song, take care of yourself."
"Is it that urgent?"
"Well, Li Li and I just divorced. The child is very sensitive. I'm afraid he'll start to have unhealthy thoughts if I'm away for too long."
"Okay, I'll ask the driver to take you there."
"good."
Originally, Su Beibei was planning to leave alone, but when Han Wangwang heard that Su Beibei was returning to China, she decided to go with her. She had taken leave from work and was short on time, so she decided to return home with Su Beibei.
At lunchtime, Han Zhan brought the washed and dried baby clothes to the room, ready to give the baby a bath. Having raised two children, Han Zhan was quite experienced in these matters.
He took off his windbreaker, pushed his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, and went to the bathroom with a towel to run the water. Song Ci's wound hurt so much today that she couldn't get out of bed. She tilted her head and watched Han Zhan busy in the bathroom. She thought Han Zhan was handsome and charming even though he was just running the water.
Are older men charming in everything they do?
Han Zhan put the water in place, walked to the bed and said to Song Ci, "I'll carry him to take a bath."
"good."
Last night, Song Ci gave birth without any time to prepare clothes for the child. After the child was born, Story dressed him in Han Zhan's close-fitting warm shirt.
Han Zhan is old and pays attention to health preservation. In late autumn, he often forgets to wear thermal underwear under his clothes. Otherwise, the child will have to wrap himself in a bath towel.
Han Zhan took off the child's clothes and opened the diaper, only to see black meconium inside. He frowned in disgust, "This kid has pooped."
Song Ci laughed at him: "It's kind of me not to pee in your face."
As soon as she finished speaking, Han Zhan saw the little guy's thing jump, and then a curved stream of warm urine sprayed onto Han Zhan's face.
Han Zhan: "..."
For a moment, Han Zhan felt like he had lost all desire to live.
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then began to laugh. Unable to hold it back any longer, she burst into laughter. "Oh, Han Zhan, your son is truly amazing. He must have been sent by God to cure you!"
"Hahaha!"
Song Ci laughed so hard that the wound began to hurt. She gently touched the area near the incision and said, "Ouch, ouch, my wound hurts."
Han Zhan covered Song Ci's mouth and said, "Don't laugh."
Song Ci wanted to stop, but when she saw the urine rolling down Han Zhan's face, she couldn't help laughing.
Han Zhan took the child directly to the bathroom and let Song Ci make fun of him.
When Han Zhan turned around and his face could no longer be seen, Song Ci stopped smiling.
Han Zhan placed the child on his lap, washed the little guy's butt, and then put him in the bathtub.
Han Zhan supported the child's head and shoulders with his broad left hand, and pressed his thumb and ring finger on the child's ears to prevent warm water from entering his ears.
He wiped his face with his wet right hand, then picked up the towel with his only three fingers and carefully bathed the child.
The little guy was pretty well behaved and didn't cry or make a fuss.
After taking a bath, Han Zhan had to apply massage oil to the child and do baby exercises, but he didn't know how to do this, so the whole process was completed under the guidance of Song Ci.
After the massage, Han Zhan put diapers and clothes on the child and gently placed him next to Song Ci.
The little guy was hungry, squinting his eyes and crying, his cry was as soft as a kitten. Han Zhan heard the cry and his fatherly love overflowed. He reminded Song Ci: "The child is hungry and needs milk, Cibao, feed him quickly."
Song Ci felt a headache when she heard this, "I'm not a cow." Although she said that, she still turned over, unbuttoned her clothes and fed the child.
Han Zhan sat on a stool next to them and folded clothes for the child. While working, he said, "What do you think of naming the child Han Zheng?" This was something they had thought of a long time ago.
Song Ci had no objection, "That's fine." The three siblings all had two-character names, so it should be neat.
"Grandpa gave him the name Lingyu in the hope that this child would surpass him in the future." Han Zhan chuckled and said, "But there's no chance of him surpassing my grandfather."
Song Ci boasted, "Maybe your son will become president in the future."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and stared at the little guy. Hearing the gurgling sound in the little guy's throat when he was feeding, he sneered: "Him? A weakling, and he wants to be the president. I think he's more like a glutton."
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