Song Ci is young after all. Although she doesn't care about the results of the selection, she is still proud that she is loved by so many men.
Han Zhan suddenly let go of Song Ci's fingers.
He said, "It's ten o'clock."
Song Ci was confused when she heard this, but she saw Han Zhan quickly get up and leave the room directly.
Song Ci thought Han Zhan was going to sleep in the living room downstairs, feeling a little disappointed and a little proud. But after a while, Han Zhan came back, but he didn't come back empty-handed. When he came back, he was holding a pair of handcuffs and a roll of tape.
Song Ci was stunned, "You still have this hobby?"
Han Zhan said nothing. With a stern face, he walked over to the bed, knelt on top of Song Ci, and directly opened the handcuffs, cuffing Song Ci's rebellious hands to her chest. He did this with ferocity, not giving Song Ci a chance to resist.
Han Zhan pretended to tear off the tape. Song Ci guessed what he was going to do and shouted, "No! Don't put it on my mouth. I'm allergic to it and it will disfigure me!"
Han Zhan paused. "Still making trouble?"
Song Ci said quickly: "No, I'll shut up."
Han Zhan looked at her carefully for a while, and only after confirming that she was really well behaved did he throw away the tape.
Han Zhan covered Song Ci with the air-conditioned quilt and lay down beside her. He glanced at the clock and said, "It's six minutes past ten. You're too noisy and disturbed my sleep." After saying that, he moved his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.
The whole world suddenly became quiet, and Han Zhan fell asleep quickly, leaving Song Ci alone, staring fiercely at Han Zhan's sleeping face.
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's pretty nose for more than ten minutes, then felt sleepy and fell asleep.
After a while, Han Zhan opened his eyes.
He turned his head to look at Song Ci's quiet sleeping form, lifted the quilt, and glanced under himself.
Huh~
This is the first night...
The next morning, Song Ci woke up to the urging of the alarm clock and found that the handcuffs had been opened at some point. She glanced at the handcuffs on the bedside table and couldn't help but take a photo and send it to Yan Jiang to tease him.
Song Ci: [Last night was really exciting. Attached image.jpg]
Yan Jiang played games late into the night and woke up at ten o'clock. He closed his eyes, fumbled for his phone, took off his eye mask, and saw Song Ci had sent her a message. Yan Jiang opened the chat page in a daze, and after seeing the photos Song Ci had taken, Yan Jiang instantly woke up.
What a fun thing!
He sat up, crossed his legs on the bed, and replied to Song Ci's voice message.
Song Ci walked into the kitchen to get some water and found the white thermos cup next to the water dispenser. She rolled her eyes and filled the thermos cup with half a cup of warm water. While drinking the water, Song Ci clicked on the voice message sent by Yan Jiang.
Song Ci turned up the volume on her phone, and after amplifying it, Yan Jiang's voice filled the entire room.
Yan Jiang: [Song Song, it's really that intense! Your brother Han is still going strong! He knows how to have fun. He really knows how to have fun.]
Song Ci was about to reply when she looked up and saw Han Zhan standing at the gym entrance. He was wearing a white vest, a towel around his neck, and the glove on his right hand looked awkward.
Men who exercise until they sweat in the morning are full of hormones, handsome and cool.
Song Ci pressed his finger on the voice conversation and forgot what he was going to say.
Han Zhan gave her a subtle and dangerous look. He pointed at Song Ci's cell phone and said, "Are you still strong and healthy?" For the first time, Brother Han doubted his age.
Song Ci could hear Han Zhan's displeasure, and she betrayed Yan Jiang without hesitation: "I'm just a friend, I'm ignorant and talking nonsense."
Han Zhan looked at her deeply before saying, "Don't make friends with random people."
Song Ci: "Okay!"
Han Zhan had to go upstairs to take a shower. He walked up the stairs and said without looking back, "I have to go to work today. You can arrange your own activities. If you want to go out, please have someone accompany you. I found a driver for you."
Song Ci was flattered, "So good?"
Han Zhan stood on the second-floor platform, looked down at Song Ci, and told her: "The driver is a retired special forces soldier. You can just call him Brother Long. From now on, he will be your personal bodyguard."
Song Ci was even more grateful to Han Zhan, "Okay, I'll let him accompany you."
"Um."
Han Zhan came downstairs after taking a shower and found that Song Ci had prepared breakfast, which was a very ordinary three-color fried rice with a glass of fresh milk.
Song Ci stood in the restaurant and waved at him: "Brother Han, have breakfast first."
Han Zhan stared at the plate of fried rice, hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked towards the restaurant.
Song Ci's cooking skills are really not that good. The fried rice is just average, not delicious, but not bad either. Han Zhan finished his meal, put down his spoon, and suddenly said, "I'll find a cook."
Song Ci felt embarrassed and said, "I haven't cooked much, but I can learn."
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's beautiful hands, drank a sip of milk, and said, "No need, your hands are not for cooking."
The one who plays the violin, flies the plane, and touches him.
Song Ci suddenly felt a little moved.
"Brother Han is so considerate and pampers me. I'm going to fall in love with you."
Han Zhan was already used to Song Ci's frequent confessions, so he just ignored them. "Let's go." Han Zhan stood up and headed for the door. Song Ci hurriedly followed him, saying, "I have to tie your tie myself. That's how they show it on TV."
Han Zhan picked up the tie, handed it to Song Ci, and asked her, "Do you know how to do it?"
Song Ci said: "Simple."
She tiptoed slightly and wrapped the tie around Han Zhan's neck. Song Ci really knew how to tie a tie, and she did it very neatly and beautifully. Han Zhan was a little surprised. He stared at the girl's trembling eyelashes and suddenly asked, "How could this happen?"
Song Ci said: "I have a suit and sometimes a tie. When I was a trainee pilot, I wore a tie every day."
"I see."
Song Ci pulled Han Zhan's tie and said with a smile, "Why, do you think I've tied it for other men?"
Han Zhan didn't say anything.
Song Ci pinched the tie, raised her head, and kissed Han Zhan on the cheek.
Han Zhan lost his mind for a moment.
When he came back to his senses, he found that Song Ci had already retreated. She leaned against the wall and made a seductive pose towards him, but unfortunately the collar on her neck was really an eyesore, which reduced her charm.
Song Ci made a heart shape with her hands towards him and said, "Brother Han, don't forget Ci Ci about your work."
Porcelain...
The voice is so coquettish and sweet, who can stand it?
Han Zhan shook his shoulders, shaking off the goose bumps. "See you tonight." Han Zhan opened the door and left, not even glancing back at his live-in girlfriend.
After Han Zhan left, Song Ci stood at the door and called out "Ci Ci" again, imitating the same tone as before. After she finished calling out, she couldn't stand it anymore and kept rubbing the goose bumps on her arms with her hands.
"Song Ci is so fucking shameless."
Who would have thought that Song Ci, the elegant and noble socialite in public, is actually a complete drama queen in private.
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