Han Zhan smiled.
His wife was so passionate and unrestrained that Han Zhan felt embarrassed if he didn't respond. "Yeah, I miss you too."
Song Ci slid into Han Zhan's arms, bent over, and the two of them got into the car together. The umbrella covered Song Ci the entire time, and except for her high heels and ankles, her clothes were still clean. But Han Zhan's right shoulder and trouser leg were completely soaked.
Seeing Mr. Han and his wife getting in the car, hugging each other affectionately, the driver very consciously raised the tailgate. He heard his wife in the back say to Mr. Han with a smile: "Brother Han, you are a very good driver."
Driver: "..." He was glad that he raised the baffle and left a good impression on Mrs. Han.
Han Zhan knew Song Ci was just a frivolous talker, but in reality, when it came to real combat, he was timid and weak, and easily bullied and cried. "Don't bully him. It's not easy for drivers to work for money." He guessed that the driver must be suffering.
Song Ci chuckled, thinking that Brother Han was kind. "Can you ask the driver to pull over?"
Although he didn't know what Song Ci was going to do, Han Zhan still asked the driver to find a place to park the car in the rain. Song Ci got out of the car, her high heels wading through the rain, and walked around to the trunk. She opened the trunk and found a clean set of clothes for Han Zhan.
After returning to the car with the clothes, Song Ci asked Han Zhan to take them off. "Change into dry clothes, or you'll catch a cold."
Han Zhan wasn't actually that delicate. When he was in the army, he'd lurked in swamps and been baked in the desert, so his physique had always been excellent. However, Han Zhan really enjoyed Song Ci's care.
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