Han Zhan was amused by her horrifying description.
He was about to agree when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Han Zhan didn't even bother changing his shoes, but leaned against the wall to answer the call. "It's me." Han Zhan didn't say the name of the person on the other end of the phone.
Song Ci vaguely heard 'Red Cross' and 'Du Tingting'.
After Han Zhan hung up the phone, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Who's calling?"
"Spy." Han Zhan did not hide it and told Song Ci frankly: "I asked someone to keep an eye on the movements of the Mu family." He took off his shoes, put on slippers, and walked past Song Ci with his tall body to the kitchen.
Song Ci followed him into the kitchen.
Han Zhan sprinkled a few wolfberries into the cup, poured hot water, and then took a cup of warm water and handed it to Song Ci. "Drink this."
Song Ci held the warm water in her hand and was speechless. "It's so hot, I'd rather drink a glass of ice water."
Han Zhan said, "No, absolutely not in the next few days."
"Why..." Song Ci suddenly shut up.
Living under the same roof, she had her period, so naturally she couldn't hide it from Han Zhan. They were all adults, so Song Ci didn't feel embarrassed. She drank the warm water honestly before saying, "Aolong for lunch?"
Han Zhan nodded, "Okay."
Song Ci quickly opened the refrigerator, took out the Australian lobster from the soft-frozen storage room, and placed it in a large bowl to let it thaw. "I'll do it later, there's no rush."
"Um."
Han Zhan walked towards the sofa with the cup in hand, and said to his little follower as he walked, "Du Tingting went to the Red Cross this morning to inquire about organ donation."
Song Ci frowned and asked, "Why is she consulting that?"
Han Zhan said, "Du Tingting signed a posthumous organ donation agreement. Guess what she wants to do?"
Song Ci was not stupid. After a little thought, he understood Du Tingting's behavior.
"She wants to give her heart to Mu Qiu."
Song Ci felt heavy in his heart.
Only a mother has such courage.
Han Zhan placed the cup of water on the coffee table. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Song Ci came over like a dog-skin plaster and sat down next to him. The two were very close, and Song Ci was intentionally trying to close the distance between her and Han Zhan.
Han Zhan noticed it and acquiesced to her approach.
They are husband and wife, and sooner or later they will do the most intimate thing in the world, so it is better for them to have more contact in advance.
Looking down at the two slender white legs under Song Ci's knee-length skirt, Han Zhan said, "I was wondering what made your mother suddenly have this idea?"
"Mu Qiu's body is getting weaker day by day. If he can't get a suitable heart, he will die. Mother has been in great pain these days. Perhaps she has had this thought for a long time."
Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was looking at her legs, so she deliberately sat sideways to lengthen the lines of her legs, which looked more graceful.
Han Zhan frowned deeply.
Song Ci gently patted her leg with her right hand, winked and smiled at Han Zhan, "Brother Han, do you think my legs are beautiful? Do you want to touch them?" Song Ci raised her right leg, stretched it in front of Han Zhan, and said, "Come on, I'll let you touch it, for free."
Han Zhan stretched out a finger and ruthlessly pushed her right leg apart.
He got up and went upstairs, leaving Song Ci sitting on the sofa in a daze. After a while, Han Zhan came downstairs with a pair of men's cotton socks in his hand. Han Zhan threw the cotton socks into Song Ci's arms and said, "Put on your socks."
Song Ci held the pair of long men's cotton socks in both hands, and began to doubt life. "It's summer."
Han Zhan said: "The central air conditioning is kept at a constant temperature of 24 degrees."
Song Ci muttered, "Twenty-four degrees isn't too cold, is it?" Han Zhan glanced at her coldly and said, "Girls have cold bodies. If your ankles get frozen, your joints will ache. Be obedient and wear your socks."
The tone was gentle, but it contained a strong attitude that left no room for rebuttal.
Song Ci put on her stockings tremblingly.
Han Zhan was pounding garlic in the kitchen, while Song Ci was lying on the sofa, lost in self-doubt.
Think of Song Ci, the most famous socialite and fashion icon, whose every move and style were constantly watched. She hadn't worn stockings since she was six years old and began to appreciate beauty.
But today, her dear husband personally gave her a pair of stockings...
Song Ci took a photo and sent it to Yan Jiang, complaining to him: [Take a look.]
Yan Jiang: [Yellow skirt with black socks? ?]
Yan Jiang: [Has something gone wrong?]
Song Ci: [My brother Han said that wearing this way will keep you warm, otherwise you will get joint pain when you get older.]
Yan Jiang sat on a chair in the dressing room, puffing away at the cigarette. He saw the message Song Ci had just sent, frowned, and then typed out a line of words with a heavy expression:
Yan Jiang: [Song Song, are you showing off that your brother Han loves you?]
When Song Ci saw Yan Jiang's reply, she looked up at the kitchen, secretly took a picture of Han Zhan's profile cooking, and sent it to Yan Jiang.
Song Ci: [My brother Han, is he handsome? ]
After a while, Yan Jiang replied: [It really is true that the lid fits the pot.]
Song Ci was angry, threw away her phone, got up and went to the kitchen.
Han Zhan was frying minced garlic in a frying pan, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of garlic. Song Ci suddenly hugged Han Zhan's waist from behind. Han Zhan paused with the spatula in his hand, then quickly put it down. "What are you doing now?"
He had to adapt to Song Ci's cuddling habits as soon as possible.
Song Ci stood on tiptoe to watch him cook. She said, "Do I need a reason to hug my husband?" Song Ci was very confident and Han Zhan could not refute her.
Song Ci didn't have a big appetite, so she was full after eating half a lobster. After finishing her meal, she watched Han Zhan eat the remaining half of the lobster and then finished two bowls of rice. She gave Han Zhan a thumbs up and said, "Brother Han is really a big eater. No wonder he's so tall."
Han Zhan took it as a compliment. "I have work this afternoon and can't accompany you."
"I don't need to accompany you."
After watching Han Zhan leave, Song Ci planned to go to the hospital to visit Mu Qiu.
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Wangdong City is divided into East City, West City, and North and South Banks. West City has six districts: Jincheng District, Bishui District, Huoan District, Jinshan District, Fengxian District, and Yufu District. East City is divided into three districts: Dade District, Dongshan District, and Sanshengqiao District.
The North and South Banks were high-tech parks developed in recent years. Han Zhan's Zeus Aerospace R&D department was located on the South Bank. The Yulongyuan River separated East City and West City, and there were three bridges across the river: the Dushui Bridge, the Wangdong Bridge, and the Dongshan Bridge.
There is a small hill in the middle of the Yulongyuan River. It had been empty for a long time. Eight years ago, it was bought and a building that astonished the world was built on it.
Wolong Tower.
The building is 180 meters high and looks like a sleeping dragon from a distance. It was designed by the world-renowned architect "Eagle Sail", whose work also won the Pritzker Architecture Prize.
Some people say that this building is the headquarters building built by Shenghui Technology Company for its own company, while others say it is the headquarters building of Phaeton Automobile Company. There are different opinions and no one knows the truth.
But Song Ci, who had been reborn once, knew that one year later, Shenghui Technology Co., Ltd., Phaeton Automobile Co., Ltd., the famous Jetta Hotel chain, Dongying Real Estate Company, and the newly born Zeus Aviation would all merge into Zeus International!
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