After dinner, Han Zhan opened his notebook and found several videos of the violin competition finals and started watching them.
He noticed that the contestants' performances on stage were often quite long, usually more than half an hour, and he couldn't help but look at Song Ci with worry.
Song Ci was eating cantaloupe. Seeing him looking at her, she asked, "What are you looking at?"
Han Zhan asked, "Will you be tired after performing on stage for so long?"
Song Ci said, "It's not easy anyway."
His eyes fell on Song Ci's big belly, and he said worriedly: "You will give birth in more than a month, and I can't let it go."
"The competition cycle is one month, and I'm still a month and a half away from my due date. Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Some babies are born before their due date, while others are born later. Song Ci thought that her due date was still a month and a half away, so the baby wouldn't be born half a month early.
But she was still a little worried. She sighed and said, "I hope the baby can stay in my belly for a few more days."
Han Zhan and Song Ci had the same idea. He pondered for a moment, made a decision, and said, "Well, I'll assign you a professional gynecology team. I'll feel at ease if they follow you."
Song Ci also thinks this is the best way, but...
"Isn't it too much of a fuss?" She went to participate in a violin competition, and brought bodyguards and a gynecology team with her. Even national leaders did not put on such a show when they went abroad. Song Ci was afraid that she would be scolded if this matter got out.
Han Zhan pinched Song Ci's cheek and said, "You are worth it."
When Song Ci heard this, she felt very happy.
Han Zhan turned off the computer and said to Song Ci, "Let's go to bed. We have a flight to catch tomorrow."
"Um."
Have a good night's sleep.
The next morning, Han Zhan sent Song Ci back to Yulong Villa and packed her luggage with her.
Song Ci's dress for the competition had already been sent to Belgium, so she only needed to bring her everyday clothes. However, Song Ci was very particular about her appearance and never wore the same outfit twice, so she brought five full boxes of clothes.
Han Zhan stared at the pile of suitcases and couldn't help but take a photo and post it on his Moments.
He was about to post the picture directly, but then something occurred to him. He turned around and glanced at Song Ci, who was strutting in the locker room, and asked, "I'm going to post the picture of your suitcase on WeChat Moments. Does this require any photoshopping?"
Song Ci stopped, turned around and blinked at him before saying, "Okay."
Han Zhan then posted on his Moments.
Han Zhan: My wife is going to Belgium to participate in a violin competition. She doesn't have much clothing, just five suitcases. (Image file attached.jpg)
Han Zhan has two WeChat accounts: one for work and one for personal use. He uses his personal account to send messages. The friends on his personal account are all close friends he has a good relationship with in real life.
At this age, most of his friends have already started families and careers. Seeing Han Zhan's circle of friends, everyone left messages -
Bei Zhan: [Women are really scary. My husband always brings four or five suitcases when he goes out, and eight or nine when he comes back.]
Dongfang Lin: [My wife doesn't bring any luggage when she goes out, but every time she comes back, she has so much luggage that the trunk of the car can't fit. Women really can buy things.]
Cheng Yanmo: [Excuse me, I don’t have a wife.]
Han Zhan’s circle of friends consists of bigwigs who know each other. Everyone leaves a message under Han Zhan’s WeChat, and others can see it.
Li Li stared at the message from Cheng Yanmo and silently shed bitter tears. He and Cheng Yanmo were really brothers in distress, both of them had been married and divorced.
Song Ci was changing clothes in the dressing room. Even though she was pregnant, she still wanted to dress beautifully.
Han Zhan walked into the locker room and saw Song Ci trying hard to squeeze her chubby legs into a pair of white boots.
Those white sheepskin boots are a style that can perfectly flatter the foot shape. This style of shoes is very slimming. Song Ci is in the late stage of pregnancy and is a little fat.
The sheepskin boots that used to flatter the legs are no longer wearable.
Han Zhan felt sorry for the boots, as they were covering up a lot of flesh that shouldn't have been covered.
Han Zhan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he said, "Can't you change a pair?" He took down a pair of eight-hole Martin boots from the shoe rack and said to Song Ci, "These are looser and more comfortable for you."
Song Ci found that the sheepskin boots were indeed no longer wearable. She tutted in annoyance, "I've gained weight." She looked up at the shoes in Han Zhan's hand and said, "I'm a fashion blogger. That skirt of yours doesn't match my skirt."
Han Zhan couldn't understand Song Ci's idol burden.
"You are not allowed to wear that, wear this." Han Zhan simply snatched the sheepskin boots in front of Song Ci and threw the pair of Martin boots in front of Song Ci.
Song Ci was very angry and said, "My belly is too big and I can't bend down. You have to wear it for me."
Han Zhan really squatted down and put on the Martin boots for Song Ci himself. He had lost his index and middle fingers on his right hand, so he used his thumb and ring finger to pinch the shoelaces.
Song Ci lowered her eyes and watched Han Zhan patiently tie her shoelaces. Suddenly, she realized that she was being unreasonable. She said awkwardly, "Get up. I'll do the rest myself."
Han Zhan said, "Let me put it on for you."
Song Ci snatched the shoes away and put them on while saying, "You're 1.9 meters tall, and you look stupid squatting on the ground. Get up, stop squatting."
Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was worried about him, but he didn't say it out loud.
Han Zhan looked around Song Ci's closet and found that she had many clothes but few furs, so he asked her, "Don't you like fur?"
Song Ci was tying her shoelaces and said without looking up, "I like it."
"Then why do I rarely see you buying fur?"
Song Ci frowned and said, "I used to like fur very much, but later I was insulted by environmentalists. Mu Qiu is an environmentalist. During my college summer vacation, Mu Qiu tricked me into going to a fur production site and forced me to see the bloody scene."
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