Han Zhan was too tall. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and felt very uncomfortable when he bent down to change clothes.
The carriage was cramped, and Han Zhan's hands and feet would often touch Song Ci's as he moved. After a week of separation, the two of them met again, feeling a sweet sense of newlyweds. When Han Zhan's elbow touched Song Ci, they both fell silent.
After changing his clothes, Han Zhan tilted his head and found Song Ci's eyes glancing down, not knowing what she was looking at...
"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Being looked at like that by Song Ci, Han Zhan wanted to be a beast.
Song Ci also knew that she was deliberately provoking. She touched her nose, turned around and looked out the window, counting the traces of raindrops scraping on the glass.
After a long time, the car finally stopped. Song Ci, who was drowsy, heard Han Zhan talking to the driver, then opened her eyes and looked out the window, only to find that the car had stopped in the underground garage downstairs from her home.
Song Ci got out of the car and walked to Han Zhan's side.
Han Zhan thanked the driver, pulled a suitcase in each hand, and entered the elevator with Song Ci. After entering the elevator, Song Ci was about to act coquettishly with Han Zhan when someone came in.
The person who came was a young boy, who looked like a high school student. He was wearing a yellow jersey and holding a basketball. He must have recognized Song Ci. After entering the elevator, he couldn't help but glance at her.
Song Ci was a very self-aware person. She knew that the young man was looking at her. She suddenly hugged Han Zhan's arm, coughed lightly, and said to the young man, "Little brother, don't worry about me. It's useless."
The young man blushed and rushed out of the ninth floor like a turtle. As soon as he left, Han Zhan laughed. "You even bully children."
"How is he younger?" Song Ci was unconvinced and argued, "He is only four or five years younger than me at most."
Han Zhan said, "If someone is four or five years younger than you, then he is just a child, right?"
Song Ci suddenly smiled.
Han Zhan couldn't understand what she was laughing at. "What are you laughing at?"
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's deep-set face and sneered, "I'm ten years younger than you. Am I not a child too? Interviewing Mr. Han and doing adult things with a child, don't you feel guilty? Don't you feel worse than an animal?"
Having a guilty conscience and being worse than an animal. With these two crimes on his head, Han Zhan became tongue-tied for once and lost the power to argue.
Song Ci felt happy when she saw Han Zhan being humiliated.
When getting out of the elevator, Song Ci took the initiative to help Han Zhan share a suitcase. The two of them pulled the luggage home. Han Zhan opened the door and just as he moved the luggage into the hallway, Song Ci hugged him from behind.
Her long arms rested on Han Zhan's gray shirt, creating a striking contrast. Song Ci rubbed her head against his back. "Brother Han..." She only called him "Brother Han," but the implication was clear.
Han Zhan calmly pulled her hand away. He turned around, lowered his eyes to look at Song Ci's overly delicate face, and said seriously, "Little friend, after hearing your condemnation, I just want to be a human being now."
Song Ci was stunned for a moment.
Understanding that Han Zhan was talking about what happened in the elevator, Song Ci was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
This man is so stingy.
"Then I beg you to be a beast." Song Ci had no bottom line and took the initiative to admit her mistake. Han Zhan endured it again and again, but he couldn't bear it anymore. He leaned his forehead against Song Ci's forehead and whispered to her: "Cibao, why are you so fearless of death?"
He is really young, so he is unscrupulous.
Song Ci was very arrogant. She said, "How do you know if you don't try?"
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows.
Okay, let’s give it a try.
There were thunder and rain outside the window, the sky was dark, and the unlit room was dark and dangerous, yet it had a terrible magic that attracted people to die.
Lightning tore through the city's edge outside the French window, leaving several terrifying scratches, like the intertwined roots of old trees. The terrifying light was imprinted on the French window. Song Ci subconsciously turned her head to look at the light, but Han Zhan covered her eyes with his hands.
Rumble——
The thunder was shocking.
Amid the deafening thunder, Song Ci heard Han Zhan's satisfied hum.
He caused her to die and then to be resurrected.
...
Song Ci lay limply on the bed, her head resting on a pure black pillow. The corners of her eyes were red from crying. Han Zhan was on the phone with someone nearby. His voice was flat and cold, completely different from the beast who had pestered her to call him brother over and over again.
Song Ci glanced at the contents of the trash can, and she looked a little confused. Now is the ovulation period, a good time to get pregnant, why does Han Zhan want to use contraception?
Is she ugly and unworthy of giving birth to the Han family's baby?
Song Ci was lost in thought when the person next to her finally hung up the phone. Seeing that Song Ci was still awake, Han Zhan asked her if she was sleepy.
Song Ci shook her head.
"I'm thinking about a question."
"Hmm?" Han Zhan's bass was lazy and strangely attractive.
Song Ci turned over and looked at Han Zhan's profile leaning against the headboard.
No matter how you look at it, it's perfect in every way.
"Why is Brother Han's last name Han?"
As soon as she asked this question, Song Ci saw all the warmth on Han Zhan's face vanish completely. In an instant, Song Ci felt the temperature in the room drop. She suddenly realized that Han Zhan was actually a very scary person. If he didn't deliberately restrain his aura, no one would dare to approach him.
Song Ci carefully poked Han Zhan's clavicle and said, "Brother Han, don't scare me. You are quite scary like this."
Song Ci's poke was like relieving the acupuncture points on Han Zhan's body, and Han Zhan finally regained his vitality. He shook his head slightly, not wanting to explain this problem, but also unwilling to deceive Song Ci. "I don't want to say it, I'll tell you later."
Song Ci quickly said yes.
Having just made Han Zhan unhappy, Song Ci didn't dare to say anything more. She was still frightened and couldn't sleep.
She was frightened by Han Zhan's appearance just now.
Realizing Song Ci's uneasiness, Han Zhan suddenly hugged her in his arms. "Don't think too much, go to sleep."
Song Ci closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
As I was pretending, I really fell asleep and slept so soundly that I couldn't be woken up even by thunder.
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When she woke up again, it was already dark. Song Ci opened her eyes and turned on the light. She wrapped herself in her nightgown and went downstairs. She saw the lights on in the conference room on the second floor. She could hear strangers talking, and occasionally, Han Zhan would chime in.
Song Ci decided to cook first.
She opened the refrigerator, feeling a little embarrassed. Han Zhan had eaten everything in it while he was away. Song Ci found a purple sweet potato, a handful of noodles, and three eggs.
When Han Zhan came downstairs after the video conference, he saw the dinner on the table and immediately frowned with a gloomy expression.
Two baked purple potatoes, a bowl of egg noodles, and two fried eggs, that's dinner...
Song Ci pushed the bowl of egg noodles and a purple sweet potato in front of Han Zhan's seat as if she were presenting a treasure, and said to him with a smile: "Brother Han, all the good things are for you to eat." She only kept two eggs for herself.
Han Zhan walked over silently and sat down. He glanced at the things on the table and said, "Give me all. This is not enough."
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