Uncle Han Zhan is so innocent, can it be said that he was shot even when he was lying down?
The little girl's mother picked up the child and gave Song Ci an embarrassed smile, "This child is too naughty, I'm sorry." After that, she quickly ran away with her embarrassing daughter.
The little girl lay on her mother's shoulder, tears in her eyes as she silently accused Song Ci of being mean and treacherous.
Song Ci hummed complacently.
Han Zhan asked quietly, "Do I look scary?"
Song Ci leaned against Han Zhan delicately and said, "Brother Han is not scary, Brother Han is very reliable." She even rhymed her words.
Han Zhan asked worriedly again, "I look like the youngest. I'm a generation older than you." The sales lady who once sold him health tea said that drinking health tea regularly can make people ten years younger.
All the health tea I drank in the past two years was in vain.
The salesperson’s mouth is a lie!
Song Ci hurriedly said, "No, no, Brother Han is always eighteen."
Han Zhan no longer believed Song Ci's words. Her words were even more hypocritical than those of a salesperson.
He lowered his eyes to stare at the small dress on Song Ci, his gaze falling on her snow-white skin. Han Zhan asked in a slightly deep voice, "Why are you dressed like this?" The house rules clearly stated that wearing overly revealing clothes was not allowed. Song Ci's dress exposed her shoulders, which was obviously not a formal dress.
Song Ci heard the displeasure in Han Zhan's tone. She let go of Han Zhan, stood in front of him, put her hands behind her back, and said, "I have a date tonight, and this will look good on me."
Han Zhan frowned slightly, "Oh, with whom? You can't be hooking up with a stranger behind my back on the first day of your marriage."
Song Ci extended her right hand to Han Zhan. "Han Zhan, do you want a date?"
Looking at the young girl's clean, slender hand, Han Zhan's frown visibly relaxed. He reluctantly handed his left hand to Song Ci and said, "I don't like you wearing this outside."
Song Ci understood his meaning accurately. "Can we do it at home?" Song Ci smiled playfully and teased Han Zhan, "They say men like women who are well-educated, gentle and virtuous when dressed, and proficient in all thirty-six positions when undressed. Do you agree with this, Brother Han?"
This was a trap, and Han Zhan was foolish to answer. He abruptly changed the subject, "It's sunny outside, let's get in the car."
Song Ci raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay, get in the car." It is obviously a means of transportation, but Song Ci can give the word "car" another meaning. He is also a talent.
Han Zhan took Song Ci to his own car. He drove out of Wolong Tower and, after getting off the boat, headed towards Sanshengqiao District, the most prosperous area in Wangdong City. After merging into the traffic, Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "How did you know I was at Wolong Tower?"
Song Ci pretended to be mysterious, "I am an all-knowing fairy. I know all the secrets of your mortal world."
Han Zhan: "Really?" Han Zhan was skeptical.
Song Ci said coldly: "Of course it's true."
"Then I have to test you."
"Just take the test."
Han Zhan: "How many hairs do I have?"
Song Ci widened his eyes. Is this a human problem?
Seeing Song Ci speechless, Han Zhan laughed happily, "See, even the little fairy has her moments of ignorance."
Song Ci was puzzled. She curled her lips and felt a little depressed.
Han Zhan thought Song Ci was sleepy, so he reminded her, "There's a thin blanket at the back, remember to cover yourself with it if you want to sleep."
"I'm not sleepy." Song Ci shook her head and sat up straight. She then said, "Not only do I know that Phaeton is your property, I also know that Shenghui Technology Company, Jetta Hotel Chain, and Dongying Real Estate will all be in your hands in the end."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he did not deny what she said.
Song Ci pretended to lament again: "Ah, marrying a rich husband, what should I do to hold on to his heart?"
Han Zhan said ruthlessly: "If you want to capture a person's heart, you must capture his stomach. Your cooking skills... are wishful thinking."
Song Ci was so angry that she laughed. "Then find someone who's a good cook." Folding her long legs, Song Ci said shamelessly, "No one who's a good cook is prettier than me. And no one who's prettier than me is more alluring than me."
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci's long legs and did not refute.
Song Ci found that Han Zhan was secretly looking at her legs. She pretended to be casual and straightened her back, sitting sideways. Her enchanting body curves made people feel itchy at a glance.
Song Ci was showing off when Han Zhan suddenly picked up the thin blanket and threw it over her, covering her legs. "Don't be so naughty. Either sleep or shut up." Han Zhan said expressionlessly.
Song Ci pinched the thin quilt and grinned at him.
Sanshengqiao District was crowded with people and cars, so Han Zhan drove the car to the underground parking garage of a shopping mall and parked it before taking Song Ci upstairs in the elevator. Standing in the lobby on the first floor of the shopping mall, Han Zhan stared at the various brand-name skincare counters and asked Song Ci, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Han Zhan rarely goes out to eat privately and is not familiar with the restaurants near Sansheng Bridge.
But Song Ci used to be a regular here, and she knew a French restaurant with a great reputation, one that had even been ranked among the top ten restaurants in Asia. It was good in every way, except a bit pricey.
Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Can you accept a dinner for two for 3,200 yuan?" Song Ci ordered a set menu for two, which cost 3,200 yuan. Thinking of Han Zhan's frugal lifestyle, Song Ci was not sure if he would be willing to spend money there.
Han Zhan was stunned when he heard this. After he understood why Song Ci asked this question, his expression became serious for the first time. He told Song Ci, "Song Ci, you don't have to accommodate me. Remember, you are you first, and then my wife. Being yourself is the most important thing."
Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief. "Then let's go to Shenxiang for dinner tonight."
Han Zhan had no objection. He had been to that restaurant before, with a friend. He remembered it as a restaurant with the best environment, taste, and service.
Song Ci checked her watch. It wasn't even five o'clock yet. "My reservation is for six in the evening, and it's not even five yet. Should I go to the pedestrian street first?" Song Ci hadn't been here in a long time. The money in her card seemed to have legs and wanted to run away.
"OK."
At that moment, a promotional video for a female singer's concert was playing on a giant screen on the tallest building on the pedestrian street. Song Ci, like many others, stopped and looked up at the woman in the video.
In the video, a graceful woman in a silver dress stands on the deck of a cruise ship. The sea breeze blows her charming wavy hair, and the sun shines on her face. The scenery is beautiful and the woman is magnificent.
The woman held a diamond microphone and sang softly. Her voice drifted into everyone's ears on the wind, its piercing power so strong that when she sang, it was like someone singing alone on a rock late at night, sending a chill down your spine.
——See you at Du Xueyan’s concert in Wangdongcheng on November 2nd!
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