Zhong Buhui thought about it and said hesitantly: "Grandpa, don't you think that Song Ci looks a bit like Sister Mulan?" Mulan is Han Ao Yu's only daughter and Han Zhan's biological mother.
It had been a long time since anyone mentioned Mulan's name in front of Han Ao Yu. When he suddenly heard Mulan's name, Han Ao Yu felt a pain in his chest and his expression became sad.
Han Ao looked up at Zhong Buhui with a hesitant expression. He asked, "Does it look like him?"
Zhong Buhui nodded, "They are somewhat similar, not in appearance, but in bones. The charm between their eyebrows is very similar."
"No wonder..." He said that Song girl's face seemed familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he found that she did look a bit like his daughter Mulan.
Han Aoyu sighed sadly and said, "When Mulan passed away, Zhanzhan was also seven years old." A seven-year-old child can already remember things. Mulan's death brought a huge shock to Han Zhan. Han Zhan rarely mentioned his deceased mother in recent years, but that didn't mean he didn't miss her in his heart.
Han Aoyu had always thought Han Zhan's sudden marriage to a woman was too hasty and felt strange. However, after discovering that Song Ci looked somewhat like Han Zhan's mother, Han Aoyu felt relieved.
"Zhanzhan lost his mother when he was young. Maybe when he saw Song girl, he felt attached to her, so he chose her."
Zhong Buhui also felt that this guess was the most reasonable. "Maybe."
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The hotel wasn't far from Han Zhan's home, and it only took about ten minutes to drive there. It was already half past ten when Song Ci and Han Zhan left the hotel. Han Zhan was a person who was used to going to bed early, so the two of them didn't hang out outside and drove straight home.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Song Ci rubbed her stomach and asked Han Zhan, "When does Grandpa plan to go back?"
"tomorrow."
"Leaving tomorrow?" Song Ci was a little surprised, sitting up straighter. She said, "Why don't you stay for a few more days? I have nothing to do anyway. I can take care of him and even accompany him to stroll around Wangdong City."
Han Zhan said, "There are some troubles."
"What's the trouble?"
Seeing that Song Ci didn't understand, Han Zhan explained: "He has a special status. If people knew that he came to Wangdong City, someone would definitely come to visit him. Grandpa said that after retirement, he would no longer ask about official affairs."
Song Ci thought for a moment before she finally understood why Han Aoyu was so anxious to go home. She couldn't help but sigh in admiration, "Grandpa is indeed a very insightful person."
The car parked in the underground garage, and the two took the elevator upstairs. Song Ci looked at the two figures in the wall, and remembered something. She hooked her right hand with Han Zhan's left. "Brother Han."
Han Zhan looked down at her. "What's wrong?"
Song Ci hinted to him: "What am I to you?"
Han Zhan was a little confused.
What kind of weird question is this?
I always feel that the answer should be something nonsensical. Han Zhan said uncertainly: "Are you my Youlemei?" A few years ago, this joke was very popular, and Han Zhan had heard of it before.
Song Ci's face froze, and she almost lost her composure. She laughed, curled her lips and said, "No, that's not right. Think about it again." He had called her so naturally before, and it had made her heart flutter for a long time.
Han Zhan was at a loss for words, so he lowered his head to examine Song Ci. Song Ci had very long eyelashes, and at this moment, her eyelids were slightly drooped, casting a row of gray-green shadows on the porcelain-white skin under her eyes. The shadows shifted with each tremor of her eyelashes.
Very touching.
Han Zhan suddenly realized something. "Cibao." The man's deep voice, with a seductive charm, resounded above Song Ci's head.
Song Ci's eyes widened in a flash, and she felt delighted. "How did you come up with this name?" Song Ci was startled when she suddenly heard Han Zhan call her Cibao tonight.
Han Zhan said: "I think it suits you very well." She is the Song Dynasty porcelain of many people, but she is destined to be his porcelain treasure only.
Song Ci rubbed her earlobe awkwardly and muttered, "You have good taste."
After walking out of the elevator, Han Zhan kept staring at Song Ci's red ears. Back home, Song Ci washed up first. Han Zhan sat by the bed and changed Song Ci's WeChat note to "Cibao" and the phone note as well.
Song Ci came out of the shower. She had applied lotion to her body, but before it was completely dry, she didn't wear pajamas, only a loose bathrobe. "Brother Han, go take a shower."
"Um."
The newly bought dressing table had arrived, and Song Ci was sitting at it, applying care to her skin. Han Zhan, after taking a shower, saw Song Ci still fiddling with her bottles and jars. He raised an eyebrow, thinking that life wasn't easy for girls, especially for beautiful girls.
Han Zhan looked at the time. It was half past eleven.
Must go to bed.
He lay down on the inside of the bed, leaving the other side for Song Ci. After applying the face cream, Song Ci went into the cloakroom to change into pajamas, then got into bed and slid under the covers. As soon as she came, Han Zhan could smell the faint fragrance on her body. "What kind of body lotion are you using?"
Song Ci said, "It tastes like green tea." She said self-deprecatingly, "I'm a green tea bitch."
Han Zhan smiled.
He wanted to hold Song Ci while he slept, but hesitated, not daring to reach out his hand. Song Ci suddenly said, "They say men are born to kiss. When they kiss, their Adam's apple rolls up and down."
Han Zhan opened his eyes and looked at her with a burning gaze. Unable to figure out what she meant, he asked tentatively, "What do you want to say?"
Song Ci turned over, supporting her head with her hands, her eyes full of charm. Being looked at like this, Han Zhan's scalp was excited. Song Ci said, "I want to see your Adam's apple rolling."
If Han Zhan can still hold back, he is not a man.
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The next morning.
Han Zhan stood in the room tying his tie. After he finished tying it, he picked up his watch and glanced at the time.
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