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Li Li drove to the company and met up with Han Zhan in the company's underground parking lot. "Good morning, Mr. Han."
"morning."
Han Zhan, carrying his briefcase, entered the elevator first.
Li Li quickly got into the elevator, carrying breakfast in his left hand and a briefcase in his right. After the elevator door closed, Li Li handed the prepared breakfast to Han Zhan and said to him, "Let's have xiaolongbao this morning. My mother made it herself."
Li Li lives with his sixty-year-old mother, and Li Li is responsible for preparing Han Zhan's breakfast every day.
However, today, Han Zhan stared at the dumplings for a while, then waved his hand and said, "No, I've eaten."
Li Li didn't think much about it and just said, "Why don't you make it yourself today?" Han Zhan didn't eat breakfast outside, so he either made it himself or asked Li Li to bring it to him.
Today is not a special day, why would Mr. Han cook for himself?
Han Zhan shook his head and said, "I didn't do it myself."
Didn’t you do it yourself?
Li Li then gave him a strange look. "Who did this?"
Han Zhan: "Song Dynasty porcelain."
Li Li was stunned. "Miss Song made breakfast for you so early in the morning..." Li Li's eyes suddenly widened. He pointed at Han Zhan and said in disbelief, "Miss Song went to your house last night?"
Not only did I go to his house, I even slept in his bed.
"We are living together." Han Zhan admitted it frankly. There was no point in hiding it. If two people lived together, they would always be discovered. So he just confessed it himself.
Li Li was really shocked by the news.
Han Zhan glanced down at the fussy Li Li and said, "From now on, you don't have to worry about my breakfast every morning." After a pause, Han Zhan added another stab at the single Li Li: "My girlfriend will make it for me."
"Ah...Okay." Li Li still couldn't come back to his senses and was still a little dazed.
When he arrived at the office, Han Zhan sent a text message to Song Ci. After waiting for a while and seeing no reply from her, he put down his phone and turned on the computer to do his own work.
At home, Song Ci changed her clothes, put on her makeup, picked out a handbag, and began to methodically stuff it with things: sunscreen spray, parasol, lipstick, touch-up powder...
After packing up her things, Song Ci found her phone on the sofa and unlocked it while walking towards the door. After unlocking it successfully, an unread message came into her eyes.
Song Ci opened the text message and saw Han Zhan said: "Tomorrow morning, I want to eat hot and sour rice noodles."
What can we say about Song Dynasty porcelain? Of course it is good.
Han Zhan's phone vibrated. After typing a line of text, he picked it up and glanced at it. Song Ci replied with a simple "OK." After reading the message, Han Zhan turned off the phone and continued to work.
Song Ci got Brother Long's phone number from Han Zhan in the morning. Before she changed her clothes, she called Brother Long to inform him that she would be going out today.
When Song Ci arrived at the underground garage, she really saw a man in front of Han Zhan's car.
Song Ci stared at the man, sizing him up. He was very thin, only about 1.7 meters tall. He was wearing a green sports suit and holding a pair of car keys. He looked like he had arrived a while ago.
This doesn't look like Brother Long, but more like Brother Monkey.
Brother Long is a cautious person. Song Ci just stared at him for a few seconds, and then he turned around quickly as if he had a radar installed on his body, and his eyes were accurately locked on Song Ci.
Seeing Song Ci, the man's stern face curled up into a restrained smile. "Miss Song?"
Song Ci walked towards him and asked with a smile, "Brother Long?"
Wearing high heels, Song Ci approached Long Ge and realized that she was even taller than him. Song Ci couldn't help but wonder: Could such a thin and fragile Long Ge really protect her?
"Hello Miss Song, I'm Long Yu."
"Thank you for your hard work. I have to go to the Red Cross now."
"It's not hard, get in the car."
Brother Long was driving and Song Ci was sitting in the back seat.
Long Yu drove very smoothly, and Song Ci soon felt relieved. She leaned back in the car seat and played with her mobile phone. She downloaded a food app and learned how to make "sour and spicy rice noodles" on it.
There was no music playing in the car, so Long Yu just listened to the chants of "Just shred the ginger," "Chop a handful of pickled cabbage," and "Set aside the Sichuan peppercorns and dried red chilies."
The car stopped at the Red Cross intersection. Long Yu turned around and said to Song Ci, "Miss Song, the Red Cross is here."
Song Ci could already recite the recipe for hot and sour rice noodles by heart. She turned off her phone, thanked Long Yu, picked up a black basin hat nearby, put it on, covering most of her face, and then approached the Red Cross office building.
After finding the person in charge, Song Ci said directly, "I'm Song Ci. I've filled out a form for posthumous organ donation before, and I want to consult you about something."
"Hello, Miss Song."
The staff member didn't know Song Ci, so naturally, they didn't know she was the most famous socialite in Wangdong City. He smiled kindly and asked Song Ci, "Miss Song, what do you want to ask?"
Song Ci said, "The executor on my organ donation document is my adoptive father, but I'm getting married soon. Out of respect and love between husband and wife, I want my husband to be the executor of my organ donation after my death. Can I change it?"
The staff member smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "Of course. In fact, the executor doesn't have to be your father or husband. You can find someone you trust."
"Can I change it now?"
"Yes, you need to fill out a few forms."
Song Ci filled out some information and successfully changed the executor to Han Zhan.
After leaving the Red Cross, Song Ci returned to the Mu family. Du Tingting had been feeling unwell and tired for the past few days, so she hadn't been going to work at the studio. She was resting at home alone when she heard the sound of a car.
Du Tingting got up from the bed and looked downstairs from the window. She saw Song Ci getting out of a black Volvo. Du Tingting was a little surprised. She raised her voice and asked Song Ci: "Song Song, why are you back?"
Song Ci looked up at Du Tingting, gave her a curved smile, called out "Mom", and then said, "I came back for something."
"I'll be right down."
When Song Ci saw Du Tingting, her brows suddenly furrowed. "Mother, are you feeling unwell?"
Du Tingting looked very bad and listless, as if she had a cold.
"Maybe I'm too tired. I haven't been able to sleep well these days and I'm very sleepy." Du Tingting didn't take her health seriously. She pulled Song Ci to sit down and asked her, "Did you forget to take anything?"
Song Ci shook her head. "It's like this." Song Ci pulled out a sales map, pointed at one of the houses, and said to Du Tingting, "Mom, this is it. I want to buy a house. This one, three bedrooms, two living rooms, 160 square meters."
"Why did you suddenly think of buying a house?" Du Tingting thought of Han Zhan, and her face darkened. She asked Song Ci: "Did Mr. Han tell you something? Is he afraid that we will have financial disputes after marriage..."
As she spoke, Du Tingting's tone became angry.
If Han Zhan is really such a petty person, then Song Ci must not marry him!
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