Seeing that the girls were unwilling to leave, Song Ci knew that they actually wanted to stay with her for a while longer. She patted the big bed and said to Han Miao and Han Jun, "Miaomiao, Junjun, sleep with mommy tonight?"
Hearing this, the two little guys nodded vigorously without saying a word, and then quickly crawled to sit next to Song Ci.
Han Jun stared at Song Ci's belly and said, "Dad said that Mom was injured in the stomach and asked us not to touch you."
Han Miao also nodded. She asked Song Ci very innocently, "Mom, were we all born from your belly?"
Song Ci nodded and said, "Yes, you all grew up in my belly."
Han Miao stared at Song Ci's belly and asked again, "Can we sleep in your belly tonight?"
Song Ci was so confused by this question that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "No, you're grown up, and your belly won't be able to hold you anymore."
The two sisters nodded thoughtfully.
Han Miao, whose mind was racing, suddenly stood up. She unzipped her sleeping bag, touched her chubby belly, and asked Song Ci, "Mom, is there a baby in my belly? Is it a boy or a girl?"
This question was too difficult, and Song Ci didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Han Jun stared at her sister's belly and said with certainty, "There are three babies."
Han Miao: "Wow, I'm so awesome."
Song Ci was upset after hearing the children's conversation.
Knock knock——
Song Ci heard the noise and looked towards the exit of the master bedroom. She saw Han Zhan leaning against the partition door between the small bedroom and the master bedroom, looking at her and her son with a smile on his face.
Having not seen Han Zhan for more than half a month, Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan had lost a lot of weight and even forgot to take off his glasses. "You've lost weight."
Han Zhan strode to the bedside, bent down and kissed Song Ci's forehead, and said with a smile: "You look thinner."
Song Ci was happy to hear this. She said, "I am controlling my diet." Song Ci reached out and took off Han Zhan's glasses from his nose. "I rarely see you wearing glasses."
"I've been so busy with work lately, with all the socializing and meetings, I even forgot to take it off."
Han Zhan pushed Han Miao to the middle of the bed with one foot, and then lay down along the edge of the bed. "I'll sleep for a while, and I'll accompany you well tomorrow." Han Zhan was lying on the bed, hearing Han Miao and Han Jun talking non-stop. He couldn't sleep, and finally ran to the guest room to sleep helplessly.
The next morning, Han Zhan woke up feeling refreshed.
He ran more than ten laps around the track outside the horse farm before returning to the guest room to take a shower. After the shower, he changed into the panda sweater that Song Ci had knitted for him two years ago and went to the master bedroom.
The children had already woken up and gone downstairs to eat. Song Ci was still asleep, her cheek sunken into the soft pillow, sleeping soundly. Knowing that Song Ci was also tired, Han Zhan did not wake her and went downstairs to accompany the children.
It snowed a little yesterday. Although the sun is shining brightly today, the ground is not completely dry yet, so it is not convenient to go out and play.
Han Zhan had nothing to do, so he took the children to the underground training ground and taught them archery.
Han Miao had no interest in archery and ran away after playing with it for a few times. Han Jun was born to be a god of war and was very interested in these weapons. Under Han Zhan's explanation and guidance, Han Jun quickly mastered the skills of archery.
Han Jun shot the first arrow and it hit the target, a nine-ring. Han Zhan stared at the long arrow on the target, touched Han Jun's head, and said, "I'm proud of you."
Han Jun looked up and smiled sweetly at Han Zhan.
The father and son played at the shooting range for over an hour before going up.
At this time, Song Ci had woken up. She was wearing a windproof hat and sitting in the yard with her baby in her arms, eating breakfast in the sun.
Seeing Han Zhan walking towards her with Han Jun, she scooped a wonton and fed it to Han Zhan's mouth.
Han Zhan opened his mouth to eat the wonton and heard Song Ci say, "I have arranged a photographer. When I am out of confinement, let's take a family photo." After a pause, she added, "I want to wear a wedding dress."
When Han Zhan heard the last three words, he felt bad thinking about the fact that they had not yet taken formal wedding photos.
Nodding, Han Zhan said, "Okay."
Although Song Ci had lost some weight after giving birth, she was still much plumper than before the pregnancy, and those high-end dresses could no longer fit her. Han Zhan had prepared in advance and bought several gorgeous wedding dresses from Paris in advance. They were all strappy styles that were not picky about body shape.
It was a sunny day when the photo was taken.
That day, Han Zhan put on a black suit and tied a bow tie around his neck. He stared at the glove on his right hand for a long time, then finally took it off and walked out of the room.
He walked downstairs and saw his two daughters dressed beautifully. The sisters wore champagne pink long-sleeved dresses, Hepburn-style leather shoes, their hair was straightened and made into bangs, and they wore a small crown on their heads.
Buddha relies on gold and people rely on clothes. After dressing up like this, the lively and active Han Miao looks like a little princess.
Han Zheng, who was held in Yan Qingxiu's arms, was also dressed up carefully. He was wearing the same custom-made suit as Han Zhan, and looked quite respectable.
Han Zhan asked Han Miao and her sister, "Where is your mother?"
"Here!"
Song Ci's voice came from the cloakroom.
Song Ci has a massive, three-story dressing room that leads directly from the second-floor master bedroom to the basement. It's a truly luxurious space, complete with an elevator and spiral staircase. Inside, she houses her jewelry, a variety of beautiful shoes and bags, and her collection of couture gowns.
At this moment, Song Ci was walking out of the elevator in the cloakroom.
She wore a champagne pink wedding dress with a strapless and full skirt, her long, shiny black hair was tied up in a bun, she wore a castle-shaped crown on her head, and a diamond necklace from the same series as the crown around her neck.
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