Han Zhan frowned and sighed, "That grandson of Long Zhize was so annoying when he was drunk. He mistook me for Yan Qingxiu. I almost got dragged back to my room by him tonight."
In the hotel, Long Zhize hugged Han Zhan's waist and refused to let go, yelling that he wanted to give it a try. Han Zhan had no choice but to throw Long Zhize to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.
Song Ci stood in the kitchen, holding a bowl of hangover tea. Hearing this, she walked over and stuffed the tea into Han Zhan's hand, "Drink it, or you'll have a headache tomorrow."
Han Zhan picked up the hangover tea and drank it in one gulp. Then he asked Song Ci, "How do you feel today?"
"Fortunately, there are no signs of morning sickness yet. I'm sleepy, so I'll go to sleep first."
"I'll go with you."
Before going to bed, Song Ci asked Han Zhan about finding a housekeeper. Han Zhan told Song Ci: "I'm still looking, but I haven't met anyone I like."
With the previous experience of Zeng Su and Wang Quan, Han Zhan now dares not be careless when choosing a housekeeper for his child, for fear of encountering another weirdo.
Song Ci muttered, "There's no rush for this, let's wait a little longer."
After Song Ci fell asleep, Han Zhan drank too much water and kept going to the bathroom during the night, so he didn't sleep much all night. When he woke up the next day, Han Zhan had a headache, as if he had caught a cold.
He hadn't had a cold in many years, and when he suddenly caught a cold, he felt like an eggplant hit by frost, completely losing his energy.
Han Zhan, wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt, sat at the dining table and said to Song Ci, "I'm not going to work today. I have a cold. Cibao, please stay away from me. I don't want to infect you with the cold."
Song Ci is pregnant now. If she catches a cold, she will suffer a lot if she cannot take medicine.
"Then I'll go play with Beibei later. Her new novel has been published, and I'll ask her for a collector's edition to keep." After breakfast, Song Ci was sent down the mountain by Long Yu to find Su Beibei.
Han Zhan took two pills, covered himself with a thin blanket, and lay in the yard, basking in the morning sun. Seeing that he wasn't really asleep, Butler Cai came over and said, "Sir, we've found a housekeeper. She's very good. Would you like to interview her?"
Han Zhan took off the thin blanket, stood up, and said to Butler Cai, "Bring her to see me."
"OK."
Han Zhan picked up the kettle and watered the Podocarpus, then saw Butler Cai leading a woman in. The weather was getting warmer, and the woman was wearing a round-necked dress with her hair tied up, looking very neat.
Housekeeper Cai was tall, blocking the woman's face, so Han Zhan couldn't see her face. He put down the kettle, touched the Podocarpus, and said, "Old man, you are alive again."
Grandpa would definitely be very happy if he saw the Podocarpus come back to life.
If reincarnation really existed, Grandpa would have gone to a good family and started another wonderful life. I wonder if he would find Grandma in his next life.
Han Zhan was lost in thought when he heard Butler Cai say, "Sir, Ms. Dong is here."
Ms. Dong.
Han Zhan didn't react to hearing these three words. He slowly turned around, and after taking in the person behind him, he revealed a look of surprise.
Ms. Dong was actually the Ms. Dong he knew.
Han Zhan was a little stunned, "Miss Dong, don't tell me you are the new housekeeper who came here to apply for the position." Han Zhan stared at Dong Yang, feeling it was mysterious.
Isn't Dong Yang a mortician? Why is he the housekeeper?
Yan Qingxiu placed his briefcase in front of his abdomen. He bent down slightly and said, "Mr. Han, Yulong Manor has posted a job posting for a new housekeeper. I came here after reading the job posting and have already passed the previous assessments."
"Could it be..." Yan Qingxiu revealed a troubled expression. He said, "Is it because I was an undertaker that Mr. Han cares more about me?"
When it comes to the profession of mortician, most people will frown, after all, it is a job that involves dealing with the dead for a long time.
Han Zhan calmed down and said, "That's not the case."
Han Zhan believed that the profession of undertaker was worthy of respect. His grandmother had passed away due to illness. By the time of her death, she had been tortured by the disease and was no longer recognizable. Her face was emaciated and bony, completely losing the elegance and dignity she had in her health.
In order to let his grandmother leave in a dignified manner, Han Ao Yu hired an undertaker to put on makeup for his grandmother and change her into exquisite funeral clothes.
Under the mortician's skillful hands, grandma regained her rosy complexion and looked very dignified and holy. Therefore, Han Zhan did not object to the profession of mortician, but rather respected it.
"I was just quite surprised. I didn't expect that Ms. Dong could not only tell fortunes and do makeup, but also take care of children."
Han Zhan glanced at Butler Cai. Butler Cai was a smart man. He immediately knew that Han Zhan had something to say to Dong Yang, so he turned and left.
After he left, Han Zhan invited Dong Yang to sit at the tea table outside.
"There are no outsiders here, so let's be frank." Han Zhan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yan Qingxiu with both hands. "My wife has already told me what happened to Mr. Yan."
Yan Qingxiu maintained an elegant lady's sitting posture. No one could imagine that under her beautiful and elegant appearance, there was actually a real man's soul.
Yan Qingxiu looked at Han Zhan calmly and said, "I have traveled through more than ten dimensions. I have served as a national teacher, a bodyguard for a president's daughter, and the dean of a school. I have also been a lawyer and a scientist..."
Han Zhan listened quietly and felt admiration for Yan Qingxiu.
Awesome!
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