Han Zhan suddenly reached out his hand, wanting to touch her face to confirm whether this person was real. Song Ci finished humming, opened her eyes, and was frightened by the five fingers placed in front of her.
"Brother Han, what are you doing?" Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's slender and strong left hand. She pushed Han Zhan's hand away and asked him doubtfully, "Are you trying to touch me secretly?"
Han Zhan subconsciously withdrew his left hand. He shook his head lightly and said, "Your face is so small, it seems only as big as my palm."
Song Ci: "It doesn't matter if your face is small, as long as the rest of your body isn't small."
Han Zhan was stunned.
He was mean and couldn't control his wandering eyes.
Song Ci said considerately, "34C." She snorted with pride, and boasted, "My IQ is not as good as Song Fei's, but when it comes to my figure, I can't compare to Song Fei's paper-thin figure."
Han Zhan didn't know much about Song Ci's sister, Song Fei. From Song Ci's tone, Song Fei seemed very smart, so Han Zhan asked, "Is your sister very smart?" He thought Song Ci was a very smart and lovely girl, but he couldn't imagine what kind of wonderful person Song Fei was.
Song Ci and Song Fei are a pair of happy enemies in private, slandering each other, but Song Ci is very proud of Song Fei in her heart. When Han Zhan asked about her sister, Song Ci said proudly: "My sister is a genius, with an IQ of 182. She has always been a smart child in the eyes of teachers. Do you know Fu Hanshen?"
Han Zhan asked, "Is this someone you can find on Baidu?"
"Um."
In front of Song Ci, Han Zhan checked Fu Hanshen.
Fu Hanshen, born in 1966, is a virology expert sent to Africa and president of the Academy of Military Medical Sciences.
He's a big shot in the field of virology.
Han Zhan exited the webpage and was silent for a moment before asking, "What is his relationship with your sister?"
"Fu Hanshen is my sister's teacher. My sister has been studying with Teacher Fu since she was very young." Song Ci was both proud and ashamed. "I'm not that good." Spreading her hands, Song Ci said dejectedly, "Aside from my beauty, I have no other strengths."
Han Zhan raised his eyes and looked at Song Ci with a smile, "No, you have other strengths as well."
Song Ci's eyes lit up and she asked Han Zhan, "What?"
Han Zhan: "Thick-skinned and narcissistic."
Song Ci was so angry that she threw the sheet music directly at Han Zhan's face. Han Zhan grabbed the sheet music and saw that Song Ci was angry, so he changed the subject in time, "Grandpa asked someone to calculate our horoscopes and set the wedding date for October 26th."
"October 26th?" Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief. She said, "I'm worried that if the wedding date is too close, I'll have to wear a neck brace. The 26th is fine."
"Where do you want to hold the wedding? Do you have a favorite place?" The wedding only happens once, and Han Zhan wants to respect Song Ci's ideas.
Song Ci nodded and said, "I've chosen it."
"where?"
Song Ci mentioned a place Han Zhan had never heard of. "Caijia Village."
Han Zhan frowned, "Where is that?"
Song Ci moved to sit next to Han Zhan. She opened her phone, found a photo, and handed it to Han Zhan. Han Zhan took the photo and saw a huge, ancient maple tree. The maple tree grew on the edge of a green lake, with drooping branches and lush leaves.
It will be beautiful here in October when the maple leaves turn red.
It's a beautiful place suitable for getting married.
only...
"You marrying me has become a laughing stock in the whole city. And you chose such a remote place for the wedding. Aren't you afraid of being despised?" Han Zhan thought Song Ci would choose a grand and expensive hotel to hold an extremely luxurious wedding.
After all, she is a top socialite, and a luxurious and extravagant wedding banquet is worthy of her status.
Hearing this, Song Ci smiled calmly. "My life is my own, no matter what others say." It's her choice to marry whom and hold the right wedding. Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan deeply, deliberately teasing him: "What's important is not the wedding, but the person I marry."
Han Zhan chuckled.
She is good-looking and can talk. Why is Song Ci so cute?
Song Ci clicked the photo and told Han Zhan, "This lake is called Xiaoqing Lake. It's in Caijia Village, on the outskirts. This is where my parents got married."
"I see. So you want to hold your wedding at the place where your father and mother were married."
"Yes, I still have a photo of them taken when they got married. I'll find it and show it to you." Song Ci took back the phone, opened the Baidu Cloud album, and scrolled down for a few seconds before finding the photo.
"This is it. Look, my parents are a good match, aren't they?" Song Ci said proudly, "I'm not bragging, my parents' looks are still the best among the rest today."
Han Zhan lowered his head to look at the photo.
This is an old photo taken more than 20 years ago. It is very clear, but you can still see the age.
In the photo, a man and a woman stood hand in hand under a maple tree. The man was wearing a black suit and glasses, his lips slightly raised, and he looked down at the woman beside him with a look of infinite doting.
The woman wore a red halter-neck velvet dress, the neckline adorned with a circle of glistening white pearls. Her black hair was parted in the middle and tied in a simple bun at the back of her head.
The only thing she wore on her body was a pearl earring in her ear. Even without the glittering jewellery, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
Song Ci and her mother looked like two peas in a pod, even their temperaments were very similar. Han Zhan stared at the photo of Song Ci's mother, his thoughts drifting away, his expression gradually becoming calm.
He suddenly said: "It really looks a bit like..."
Hearing Han Zhan's evaluation, Song Ci felt a little proud. "It's not just a little like, it's clearly very similar, okay? Well, I didn't lie, right? My dad is very handsome, isn't he? My mom is also very beautiful, right? I look like my mom."
Han Zhan glanced at the woman in the photo again before handing the phone back to Song Ci. "She's very beautiful."
Song Ci put down her phone and pinched her nose hard with her hands, making it look like a pig's nose.
Seeing this, Han Zhan looked a little confused, "What are you doing?"
Song Ci let go of the nose and said, "They all say I've had a minor nose job. They don't believe I'm naturally beautiful. Brother Han, let me tell you, if you marry me, the looks of your future descendants will improve by two levels."
She said shamelessly: "You have made a fortune."
"Then I'll have to ask for your help with my Han family's genes." Han Zhan also agreed with Song Ci's acting.
Song Ci blushed a little.
"By the way." Han Zhan said, "I brought you a gift. It's upstairs, I'll get it, please wait a moment." Han Zhan went upstairs for a while, and when he came down, he was holding a velvet bag in his hand.
He walked over to Song Ci, sat cross-legged, opened the velvet bag, and took out the gift inside.
Just as Song Ci had expected, Han Zhan brought her a stone. It was a natural blue agate stone that had been polished and made into a necklace. Han Zhan told Song Ci, "I had it polished and made into a necklace. Your name is engraved on the back of the stone."
Song Ci took the necklace, turned it over and took a look, and saw the words "Cibao" behind the stone.
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