Cheng Ziang was a little surprised that they actually knew each other. He hurriedly asked Cheng Yanmo, "What's the Sun Zi like?"
Cheng Yanmo had only met Han Zhan twice: once by chance and once at a formal business meeting. Han Zhan had been at the meeting with Li Li, and although he was Li Li's subordinate, Li Li's treatment of him was not that of an ordinary subordinate.
Cheng Yanmo couldn't guess Han Zhan's true identity, but his intuition told him that the man named Han Zhan would not be as mediocre as outsiders saw.
Cheng Yanmo wasn't familiar with Song Ci, but they had met a few times. Song Ci wasn't someone who clung to the rich and powerful, but she was aloof and arrogant. Could a man like her be a nobody?
Cheng Yanmo saw that Cheng Ziang was dissatisfied with this. He frowned and could not help but warn Cheng Ziang: "Don't provoke Han Zhan, you idiot. You might get into trouble."
"Heh..." Cheng Ziang listened and acted as if he didn't hear it.
On the other end, after Song Ci hung up the phone with Mu Qiu, she went back to her room to blow-dry her hair.
She sat on the edge of the bed, unable to fall asleep. As if by telepathy, WeChat suddenly lit up; someone had sent her a message. Song Ci opened it and saw it was Han Zhan, sending her a video.
Song Ci opened the video.
Han Zhan held his phone, focusing the camera on the dazzling array of luxury goods stores inside the Galeries Lafayette. His deep, pleasant voice rang out, "Cibao, is there anything you want? Make a list with me and I'll get it for you."
This was the first time Han Zhan had taken time out to go shopping during a business trip. After all, he was a family man, so he naturally shouldn't go home empty-handed. Han Zhan didn't expect Song Ci to reply. After all, eight o'clock in his place was three o'clock in the morning in Wangdong City.
Li Li said that all girls like bags, especially beautiful girls like Song Ci who pursue fashion. Han Zhan planned to pick out a few nice bags for Song Ci. He didn't know what kind of bags Song Ci liked, but buying the best-selling ones in the store would definitely be a good choice.
Little did they know that Song Ci had not slept.
Song Ci made a video call directly to Han Zhan. As soon as Han Zhan walked into a luggage store, he heard the ringtone of the video request.
He was very surprised. Is Song Ci still awake?
Han Zhan answered the video.
Song Ci leaned against the headboard, the light in the room on, and she looked completely sleepless. She called out softly, "Brother Han."
Han Zhan frowned and looked at Song Ci on the phone, "Are you awake or not?" He decided that after returning, he would ask Song Ci to recite and copy the Han family's household rules and regulations a hundred times, so that she could develop the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early.
Song Ci replied, "I slept, but I dreamed of you again. When I woke up, I felt empty, lonely, and hot, and couldn't sleep."
Han Zhan subconsciously said: "Why is emptiness and loneliness hot? Shouldn't it be emptiness and loneliness cold?" He thought Song Ci had said the wrong thing.
Song Ci cast a coquettish glance at him and said, "I miss you, so I feel hot, do you understand?"
Han Zhan: "..."
He subconsciously glanced around, confirming that no Chinese were around and no one could understand him. The old man's restless heart finally calmed down. "Don't seduce me." This was too cruel.
Song Ci sighed, her face fell, and she said listlessly: "I had a nightmare."
Han Zhan picked up a bag and was about to show it to Song Ci. After hearing this, he put it down and walked out of the store. He found a place with few people standing and looked at Song Ci's face carefully. Only then did he realize that her face was a little pale.
"What did you dream about?" Han Zhan's tone became extremely concerned.
Song Ci felt a warm feeling in her heart, and then she laughed out loud. She said, "I think about it during the day and dream about it at night. You are making a fuss."
"What's going on? Tell me."
After a moment's silence, Song Ci told Han Zhan about the nightmare she had just had. "Mu Qiu came to see me tonight and told me some sincere words. Anyway, they were not touching words of sisterly love." She laughed at herself and added, "She got drunk that night and fell asleep on the sofa in our house."
"I had a dream in the middle of the night. I dreamed that Mu Qiu put a sleeping pill in my wine. I woke up in pain and saw Mu Qiu digging out my heart. I realized it was just a dream when I woke up." Song Ci still felt scared when he thought of that dream.
"When I got up and went downstairs to look for Mu Qiu, I found that Mu Qiu had left without even saying hello. I'm so scared now, am I useless?" Song Ci was embarrassed to let Han Zhan know that she was so timid. She had nightmares just because she lived in the same room with Mu Qiu.
After listening to her story, Han Zhan did not laugh at her. He said to Song Ci in a coaxing tone: "Cibao, I will buy you a bag. Can you go to bed early?"
Song Ci raised her eyebrows. "Bag?"
In fact, as a socialite, she would never complain about having too many bags. But when she thought about the lifestyle of Mr. Han and Han Zhan, Song Ci hesitated again.
Mr. Han, despite being a hero, returned home to farm after retirement and never again waded into officialdom. Han Zhan, despite being a wealthy man, lived in a duplex, drove a Volvo, and helped those who truly needed help.
The real rich are never rich in money, but rich in spirit. Song Ci thought of his previous pursuit of luxury brand name and felt ashamed.
She wanted to be like Mr. Han, a man with a heart full of gold and silver.
"Forget it, I don't need a bag." After thinking for a while, Song Ci said, "Brother Han, can you bring me a beautiful stone? Every time you go on a business trip to a new place, bring me a beautiful stone."
Han Zhan thought the gift was too shabby and looked down on Song Ci. He said, "Change it."
Song Ci said: "The gift may be small but the sentiment is great. So, you can carve the words 'Porcelain Treasure' on each stone, and I can keep it for a lifetime." Every stone can be preserved forever.
Song Ci hoped that Cibao would also be able to stay in Han Zhan's heart forever. This had nothing to do with love, but just possessiveness, Song Ci excused herself in this way.
Seeing that Song Ci didn't seem to be joking, Han Zhan agreed.
After chatting with Han Zhan for a while, Song Ci completely relaxed. After hanging up the video, she lay on the bed, thought for a moment, and then rolled over to the side where Han Zhan usually lay. Not long after, she fell asleep.
On the other side, Han Zhan returned to the hotel alone.
After taking a shower, he sat on the edge of the bed in his bathrobe and turned on his computer to play a video. If Song Ci were here, she would definitely notice that the video was monitoring the master bedroom of Han Zhan's house!
The video Han Zhan was viewing was a surveillance clip from the night between 11:00 and 3:00. In the footage, Song Ci was covered in a thin blanket, soundly asleep. Han Zhan dragged the progress bar until it reached 2:40, when he suddenly sat up straight.
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