Han Qingshen took time out of her busy schedule to comfort her baby, saying, "Be good, wait for me to come back and I'll take you surfing. That watch you liked last time has arrived. I've already picked it up and will give it to you when I get back."
Bei Zhan fell into deep sorrow, [You don't love me, you just lust after my body.]
Han Qingshen: [Have some dignity and don't speak against your conscience.]
Bei Zhan angrily turned off his phone, decided not to work overtime, and went home to take his daughter out for a big meal.
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Han Zhan walked to the underground garage and saw his boss's wife next to his car.
The proprietress was wearing no makeup today, a pink mink dress that barely covered her butt. She was wearing over-the-knee boots and leaning against the front of the car, looking both seductive and alluring.
Han Zhan paused, looked at her from a distance, and then walked towards her with a smile. "What medicine did you take today? Why are you so flirty?"
Song Ci lowered her head and took out a pen from her bag. She held the pen and said to Han Zhan, "Boss Han, I'm an actor now. Shouldn't you ask me for an autograph?"
Han Zhan cooperated by stretching out his left palm and said, "Come on, please sign an autograph for me, Mr. Song." Song Ci pinched Han Zhan's fingers with his left hand, and wrote the name "Song Ci" in the palm of his left hand with his right hand.
Han Zhan stared at the two words and suddenly said, "This artistic signature is not cool enough. I need to practice more."
Song Ci curled his lips and put away the pen.
Han Zhan suddenly approached Song Ci and pressed her between his chest and the car body. Lowering his head, Han Zhan sniffed Song Ci's neck and smelled a faint fragrance. Han Zhan said, "Cibao, you are wearing perfume."
Song Ci admitted generously, "Yes, of course I have to wear perfume when I meet my boyfriend."
Han Zhan corrected her: "It's my husband."
"Boy friend."
Han Zhan was too lazy to argue with her anymore, so he dragged Song Ci into the car, turned off the lights, and pressed her down on the car seat to ask for his will.
It was past eight in the evening, and many employees in the building were still working overtime. There were many cars parked in the underground garage. Han Zhan had his own dedicated parking space, which was some distance away from the employee parking lot.
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The passenger seat had been laid down, and Song Ci lay exhausted on it. She looked at Han Zhan gulping down water and suddenly said, "Han Zhan, my period has been delayed for seven days and hasn't come yet."
Han Zhan's mouthful of water got stuck in his throat.
After closing the lid of the thermos and placing it in the cup holder on the central armrest, Han Zhan lowered his head, gazing deeply at the sweaty Song Ci, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you sure?"
Song Ci nodded, "I'm sure."
Han Zhan's heart trembled. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Song Ci was silent for a moment before she said, "I'm afraid my excitement is in vain." She held Han Zhan's hand and found it a little cold. "Han Zhan, please accompany me to the pharmacy."
"...good."
While Han Zhan was driving, he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, his expression particularly solemn.
Song Ci couldn't help but touch her lower abdomen, her heart was beating a little faster.
When they arrived at the pharmacy, Han Zhan found a parking space and parked the car. He was about to ask Song Ci to get out with him, but when he turned his head, he found that Song Ci had fallen asleep.
Her clothes were a little disheveled, and her hand was resting on her belly when she fell asleep. Han Zhan picked up the suit jacket from the back seat and covered Song Ci with it, then got out of the car alone and walked quickly into the pharmacy.
The pharmacy was about to close, and several female clerks in white coats were mopping the floor. Seeing Han Zhan walk in, the manager walked towards him with a smile and asked, "Sir, what medicine do you need?"
Han Zhan stared at the rows of shelves, his throat tightening as he spoke: "Do you have a pregnancy test?"
The manager smiled kindly. "Yes, sir. Over here."
Han Zhan followed the manager to the shelf displaying pregnancy test sticks. He looked at the pregnancy test sticks packaged in different brands and was also confused. "Please help me pick a few, I want them to be accurate."
"Sir, our products are generally fine." The manager asked Han Zhan, "Sir, how many do you want?"
Han Zhan: "Five, maybe."
"OK."
The manager picked out five pregnancy test sticks for Han Zhan, all of which were the most expensive.
Han Zhan returned to the car with a bag of pregnancy test sticks. Song Ci was still sleeping. Han Zhan had heard from Li Li that Su Beibei had been particularly sleepy since she became pregnant, sleeping in the morning, afternoon, and night.
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's palm-sized face. His heart beat faster and faster when he thought that this woman might be carrying his child.
He took another sip of warm water and waited until he calmed down before driving home.
When they got downstairs, Han Zhan had to wake up Song Ci.
Song Ci sat up and rubbed her eyes. She wanted to get out of the car, but Han Zhan stopped her again. "Ahem." Han Zhan pointed at Song Ci's legs and said, "You forgot to wear a skirt." She was only wearing a pair of thermal leggings.
Song Ci's face turned red.
She quickly found her skirt and put it on before getting out of the car.
After entering the elevator, Song Ci found that she was holding a pack of pregnancy test sticks. She complained: "Brother Han, you were ripped off. Just buy two."
Taking the package from Han Zhan, Song Ci opened the invoice inside and laughed at the price. "Five pregnancy test sticks for two hundred?"
Song Ci was convinced.
Han Zhan said subconsciously: "The medicine seller said that this is imported."
"No matter if it's imported or domestic, the principle is the same." Song Ci looked up at Han Zhan's serious expression, and imagined some scenes. She couldn't help but laugh at Han Zhan: "Brother Han, from now on, will you have to use imported food, drinks and clothes for the children?"
Han Zhan shook his head. "No way. I drank domestic milk powder when I was a child. Look at my appearance and IQ. How are they worse than those of foreigners?" Han Mulan went to school after giving birth to Han Zhan. Han Zhan drank domestic milk powder when he was a child, and he was white and plump at that time.
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