This is a Chinese restaurant. The two sisters sat in a small private room chatting and waiting for Han Zhan.
When Han Zhan pushed the door open and walked in, his 1.9-meter-tall figure standing in the small box made his presence so strong that the box suddenly seemed a little cramped.
Mu Qiu was too embarrassed to look at Han Zhan openly, and only dared to glance at him occasionally. She thought regretfully: What a pity, how could such a handsome and tall man be disabled?
When Han Zhan first met Mu Qiu, he also prepared a gift for Mu Qiu, a pearl brooch. It was not a very expensive gift, but it was a very pleasing gesture.
Mu Qiu pinned the brooch on her chest with a smile. She looked up at Han Zhan and gave him a shy smile, thanking him for his gift. "Thank you, brother-in-law. I'm sorry for the expense. The brooch is very beautiful. I like it very much."
Han Zhan picked up an egg dumpling for Song Ci, then looked up at Mu Qiu. He replied in a cold but polite tone, "It's just a small gift, not a big expense. Besides, you're Song Ci's sister, so I have to please you, right?"
Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand, but his eyes were fixed on Mu Qiu. He said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "I will remember the kindness of all those who are kind to Song Ci, and will treat him well. Of course, I will return the favor double to those who bully Song Ci."
"Whoever makes Song Ci bleed will pay with her life."
This should have been a sentence that sounded full of middle school style, but coupled with Han Zhan's fierce aura and overly serious expression, it actually gave people a chilling fear.
Mu Qiu's expression didn't change, but his hand holding the chopsticks tightened.
What is Han Zhan hinting at?
Did he discover something?
Could it be...
Thinking about that night when he almost assassinated Song Ci at Han Zhan's house, Mu Qiu felt a chill on his back.
Mu Qiu lowered his head unconsciously, not daring to look at Han Zhan.
At this moment, Song Ci suddenly burst out laughing. Mu Qiu looked up in surprise and saw Song Ci pinching Han Zhan's cheek.
Song Ci asked Han Zhan, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Brother Han, have you been watching idol dramas again? I asked you to learn love words from the TV, not to learn how to act cool."
Han Zhan also smiled. He tilted his head and asked Song Ci: "What I said just now, weren't they love words?"
Song Ci said: "Not like it."
Han Zhan took a sip of water and said modestly, "It seems I still need to learn more."
Mu Qiu, who was confused, humbly asked: "What are you talking about?"
Song Ci laughed for a long time before she stopped. Her eyes were filled with happiness and boasting that could not be concealed. Song Ci told Mu Qiu: "Your brother-in-law is over 30 years old. He can't keep up with our young life. He can't even say sweet words."
"I despised him for not being able to say sweet words, so I asked him to learn from the TV. Just now, he was intentionally saying sweet words to me in front of you, trying to cheer me up and show his affection with me. But this fool..."
"So childish! Whoever makes Song Ci bleed, I will make her pay with her life..." Song Ci couldn't help laughing again, and her stomach hurt from laughing so much.
Song Ci placed her palm against the back of Han Zhan's hand, looked up at his affectionate blue eyes, and began to act coquettishly again, "Brother Han, you must protect me, don't let me get hurt."
Han Zhan: "Yes. I will protect you."
Mu Qiu suddenly felt bored, and the food on the table in front of him all tasted like sour dog food.
After the meal, Song Ci and Han Zhan said goodbye to Mu Qiu and left together.
Han Zhan came by car, and Song Ci sat obediently in his passenger seat.
After fastening her seat belt, Song Ci gave Han Zhan a thumbs-up. "Well done, Brother Han. You performed very well today and deserve a reward."
Thinking of Mu Qiu being so scared that he held the chopsticks tightly, Song Ci felt refreshed.
Han Zhan asked her, "What's the reward?"
Song Ci: "What do you want?"
Han Zhan suddenly stretched out his left hand, placing his palm on Song Ci's delicate neck skin, and caressed the smooth, white skin with his fingers. Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's slightly moving, almost transparent blood vessels and praised her, "Your neck is very beautiful."
Song Ci didn't dare to look directly into Han Zhan's fiery gaze.
She hummed softly, "Of course, what's not good-looking about me?"
Han Zhan wanted to lean over and kiss that alluring neck, and he did so. However, before he could get close to Song Ci's skin, he heard Song Ci say in a cold voice, "My neck is so beautiful, but when you pinch it, isn't it cruel?"
Han Zhan: "..."
He recalled the day when Song Ci had an accident and underwent surgery, and he almost strangled Song Ci's neck. Han Zhan looked embarrassed, and he stepped back, gently stroking Song Ci's neck with his right hand through his leather gloves.
After a while, Han Zhan suddenly sighed, "It's because your neck is too thin. It can't withstand being pinched."
Song Ci was furious. She took off her seat belt on the spot, leaned over the central armrest of the car, and sat directly on Han Zhan. Song Ci bared her teeth and stretched out her hands to strangle Han Zhan's neck.
She threatened harshly, "Believe it or not, I will strangle you to death."
Han Zhan pressed her waist with both hands and said, "Don't move." Han Zhan's voice became hoarse in an instant and sounded very lustful.
If you move again, something bad will happen. You can't be sure that tomorrow on the Wangdongcheng Forum, there will be a post saying "Song Ci and her husband are in a good relationship after their marriage, and she had sex in the street."
Song Ci noticed Han Zhan's change and cursed him under her breath, "You beast!" She quickly returned to her seat. She fastened her seatbelt and lowered the window to let the wind in, finally cooling her flushed cheeks.
Mu Qiu stood at the entrance of the hotel, watching Song Ci and her brother-in-law flirting through the car's windshield. A hint of envy and yearning flashed in her eyes.
What does it feel like to be in love?
Mu Qiu had had a crush on a boy before, but she had never had any serious love experience. She took out her bucket list and stared at the last three items in a daze.
6. Choose a suitable cemetery for yourself;
7. Wear a wedding dress once and take wedding photos for one person;
8. Sleep with a handsome single man.
The image of a man flashed through Mu Qiu's mind. She shook her head, folded the list, and put it in her bag.
A dying person is not qualified to fall in love.
Time was running out for Mu Qiu, who didn't want to go home and sleep early, thinking it would be a waste of time. Standing on the hot and noisy street, Mu Qiu suddenly felt an urge to find someone to keep her company.
At half past nine in the evening, Mu Qiu stood at the entrance of the bar street, looking at the bar street in front of him.
On both sides of the street, there are bars running next to each other. Some of them are very famous. People from other places who come to Wangdongcheng for sightseeing often go to those bars to check in and drink.
After hesitating for a moment, Mu Qiu finally moved and walked towards a bar called 'One-Station'.
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