Thinking of something, Song Ci checked the violin and the recording microphone. Sure enough, the word "Porcelain Treasure" was written on each of them.
Song Ci stroked the strings of the violin, feeling warm in his heart.
She tuned the violin and couldn't help but play a song casually.
It was a light and lively piece of music.
When Song Ci finished, she looked up and saw Han Zhan had finished his shower and was leaning against the piano, drinking tea from a glass of Sterculia dahurica in his hand.
Health gurus.
Holding the violin, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "It cost a lot of money, right?" Song Ci knew that this royal blue piano was a limited edition specially customized by Steinway Piano to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the Steinway family's Boston piano. There are only 20 of them in the world.
This is not a piano, this is a work of art.
The price of getting this piano must be quite high.
Han Zhan said, "It's a wedding gift from me." She gave him a tie, and he gave her a set of top-notch musical instruments.
"Then I'll make a fortune." Song Ci did not refuse Han Zhan's kindness, and she accepted the gift.
"Oh." Song Ci suddenly sighed.
"Why are you sighing?" Han Zhan asked her.
Song Ci was a little unwilling, "I really want to show off my wealth, but I'm afraid of exposing your identity."
Han Zhan reached out and rubbed her head. "Why don't you try the piano?"
Song Ci immediately became energetic again. She hung the violin on the wall, walked to the piano and sat down, and said to Han Zhan: "Come on, Brother Han, I will play and you sing."
Han Zhan sat down, his expression somewhat silent.
Song Ci asked him, "What song can you sing?"
Han Zhan hesitated and said, "March of the Volunteers."
Song Ci's expression was slightly stunned, then he smiled brightly and said flatteringly, "...The national anthem is good, it inspires people."
So, Song Ci played the March of the Volunteers, and Han Zhan sang in a sonorous voice from his deep throat, just like he was singing in the army.
After playing the song, Song Ci suddenly shook her phone and said to Han Zhan, "I recorded it."
"Give it to me." Han Zhan wanted to grab the phone, but Song Ci refused to give it back. She quickly stood up, not even putting on her slippers, and strode to sit on the sofa.
Song Ci quickly opened Weibo and uploaded the video, saying, "National Day will be here in a while. Let's sing the national anthem in advance to wish our motherland prosperity and peace."
Han Zhan followed over, and after hearing this, he stopped trying to snatch her phone and turned back to sit on the sofa.
Song Ci posted on Weibo, "Done."
Fans’ comments under Song Ci’s Weibo are very interesting. Some praise Han Zhan for being a tough straight man, while others praise him for his nice voice.
"Brother Han, some people here say you have a great voice and are suitable to be a host."
When Han Zhan didn't answer, Song Ci put down her phone and turned to stare at Han Zhan. Han Zhan sat on the sofa, eating the dried sweet potatoes his grandfather had sent him while watching the international news on TV.
As he swallowed, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down.
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's sexy collarbone, and thought of his Adam's apple moving above her head and the low, magnetic sigh of satisfaction that came out of his mouth yesterday afternoon, and she couldn't help swallowing.
The thought was too stimulating, so Song Ci suddenly stood up and walked towards the kitchen at a fast pace.
Han Zhan turned his eyes away from the TV and followed Song Ci's back to the kitchen. When he saw her pouring a glass of ice water, his face suddenly darkened.
Throwing down the dried sweet potatoes, Han Zhan stood up and walked towards the kitchen, snatching the ice water from Song Ci's hand. "I've told you so many times, drink less ice water." He poured the ice water into the pool.
Her palms felt empty, and Song Ci turned around helplessly. She stared at the empty glass in Han Zhan's hand with a complicated expression, "I feel a little hot."
Han Zhan: "24 degrees, why are you so hot?" Do you think he is a fool?
Song Ci couldn't tell Han Zhan that when I saw you, I thought of certain things and felt hot all over.
Staring at Han Zhan, Song Ci cursed, "It's all your fault!" Stamping her feet, Song Ci ran upstairs angrily. He was indeed an old man. He could only be hot physically, not in his heart?
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's wiggling hips, bewildered. Why was he to blame? Unable to figure out how he had provoked Song Ci, Han Zhan followed her upstairs, wanting to find out.
Song Ci was already in the shower, and the neck brace she had temporarily removed was placed in the corner of the bed. Song Ci had just turned on the shower, and the heat had not yet dissipated. Han Zhan could see Song Ci's every move through the translucent glass wall.
He turned his back and waited quietly.
Song Ci took a quick shower. Afterwards, she came out wrapped in a towel. She opened the door and was startled to see Han Zhan. She patted her chest and asked unhappily, "What are you doing here?"
Han Zhan turned around and asked humbly, "Are you angry?"
Song Ci: "No."
Han Zhan: "But your expression tells me that you are angry."
Song Ci simply threw the jar into chaos. She said, "Yes, I am angry. I received the gift you gave me and I was very excited. When I saw you sitting next to me, looking so well-dressed, I just wanted to sleep with you."
"I blame you. I blame you for being so charming as a man, but you don't even realize it!" Song Ci took off the towel wrapped around her wet hair and threw it into Han Zhan's arms, who looked surprised. She asked him angrily, "Are you satisfied with my explanation?"
Song Ci spoke a long paragraph in one breath. When she finished, she was breathing heavily, her collarbone and neck moving with it. Her cheeks flushed with shame, like a chubby little pufferfish.
Han Zhan pinched the wet headscarf and suddenly realized, "Oh, so what you want is not ice water, but me."
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