In the morning, Han Zhan went to play golf with some big guys. When it was time for lunch, Han Zhan went home early on the pretext of a business trip and had lunch with Song Ci.
Song Ci had already packed his luggage that morning, which consisted of two large suitcases. She was very good at packing, packing his work suit and his evening suit separately, and matching his cufflinks, lapel pins, watch, and tie.
Han Zhan looked at the packed suitcase and felt reluctant to leave for the first time. Song Ci saw Han Zhan looking at the suitcase, frowning and not saying anything. She couldn't help but remind Han Zhan, "Brother Han, you should go to the airport now. If you don't leave now, your flight may be delayed."
This business trip will involve traveling through many countries, and the application process for foreign route approval for private aircraft is cumbersome. In order to save costs and time, Han Zhan will take a Zeus Airlines civil aviation flight with his colleagues this time.
If you miss the time, you can only wait for the next one.
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci and suddenly said, "Do you want to..." He only started to say it, and then Han Zhan fell silent again. Wouldn't it be too clingy to take his wife with him on a business trip?
Song Ci: "Hmm?" Song Ci's eyes lit up slightly, and she asked Han Zhan: "Are you going to ask me if I want you to bring back a gift?"
Han Zhan: "...Yeah."
Song Ci shrugged, "I'm not short of things, but I like everything Brother Han gives me."
Han Zhan: "Okay."
Thinking about Li Li's situation, Han Zhan told Song Ci: "By the way, Li Li's mother will have an operation tomorrow morning. She has uterine fibroids and needs to have her uterus removed."
Hearing this, Song Ci hurriedly said, "How about this, I'll go to the hospital for you tomorrow and accompany Li Li to watch over Auntie until she wakes up."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Han Zhan felt like he had forgotten to say something. He stared at Song Ci's face, and they were both silent. After a while, Han Zhan said, "You are not allowed to eat ice cream secretly, and you are not allowed to drink ice water. Drink more warm water, and blow dry your hair before going to bed at night..."
Song Ci wanted to roll her eyes after hearing this, and sincerely suggested, "Brother Han, why are you so worried about me? Why don't you cast a spell on me and turn me into a keychain pendant? You can hang me on your belt wherever you go."
Han Zhan smiled.
He closed his mouth and thought for a moment before reaching out and touching the corners of Song Ci's eyes. His movements were quite gentle. "I want to say that I really can't bear to leave you."
Song Ci, who had just been eloquent and articulate, suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "Well, I, I can't bear to leave either." But immediately, a smile appeared on Song Ci's face. She clenched her fist towards Han Zhan and encouraged him, "Work hard and make more money. Earn enough money for milk powder and diapers for your child."
Han Zhan was filled with melancholy. She didn't love me. She only loved my handsome appearance and ability to make money...
Han Zhan finally went to the airport alone.
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After seeing Han Zhan off, Song Ci asked Long Yu to drive her back to the Mu family.
Song Ci's relationship with the Mu family was currently awkward. She was nominally still the family's adopted daughter, but in reality, Mu Mian had already kicked her out. Song Ci calculated that over the past eight years, the Mu family had paid five or six million yuan to cultivate her. Adding Song Fei's medical expenses, the total came to fifteen million yuan.
Song Ci was thinking about making some money as soon as possible to pay back the money the Mu family had spent on her sisters over the years. Only after returning the money to the Mu family could Song Ci feel at ease.
Hearing that Song Ci had arrived, Mu Qiu, who was packing in his room, asked Aunt Zhang to directly notify Song Ci to come upstairs.
Song Ci went to the second floor and knocked on Mu Qiu's room.
"Come in, sister." Mu Qiu's voice sounded very happy and light.
Song Ci pushed open the door and glanced inside. Mu Qiu's room was similar in layout, but the walls were painted a light blue, creating a tranquil and elegant feel. Mu Qiu was in the cloakroom, changing clothes, and Song Ci waited a moment before she emerged.
Seeing Mu Qiu's outfit, Song Ci felt a little out of place. She wore a white motorcycle-inspired T-shirt and tight denim shorts, her long hair tied in a high ponytail. Holding a pair of lace-up Roman sandals, she smiled playfully and asked Song Ci, "Do these shoes go with this outfit?"
Mu Qiu usually dresses very ladylike and well-behaved. This kind of cool style is the first time Song Ci has seen her.
"It would be more appropriate to change into a pair of sneakers."
"I'll listen to you." Mu Qiu turned and went into the cloakroom. After a while, he came out wearing a pair of flat canvas sneakers.
Song Ci sat on her bed and noticed a piece of white A4 paper on the bedside table. The words "bucket list" were written at the top of the paper. Song Ci asked Mu Qiu, "Can I see this?"
Mu Qiu pressed the paper against Song Ci's chest and said, "This is my bucket list. I'm sharing it with you."
Suddenly, there was a pat on her chest, and Song Ci's body stiffened slightly as she recalled some unpleasant memory. She slowly lowered her head, looking at the hand on her chest that was pressing the bucket list, as if she had returned to the scene before her death in her previous life. On that day, 30-year-old Mu Qiu was just like this, gently pressing Song Ci's chest and innocently asking her if she could give her her heart.
Song Ci felt cold all over, his muscles gradually tensed up, and the smile on his face began to falter.
Seeing Song Ci's expression was not right, Mu Qiu thought that Song Ci was sad about her illness, so she comforted Song Ci: "Don't make such an expression, I'm not dead yet. Besides, death is not that scary."
Song Ci hummed, then opened the bucket list and saw that it said -
Bucket List:
1. Ride a motorcycle once;
2. Attend a funeral;
3. Help five poor children to study;
4. Speak the truth to one person;
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