Chapter 66 Coax Him
Shi Yin walked forward and picked it up.
Raise it up to your eyes.
Soft sunlight filtered through the hollowed-out "囍" character, falling into the woman's dim almond-shaped eyes. Shi Yin stared at the light for a long time, and only came back to her senses when the servant greeted her.
She carefully put away the paper-cut in her hand.
Look around.
Han Zhan was nowhere to be seen.
"Where are the others?" Shi Yin asked.
"The gentleman is out."
"So early? Did you say where you were going?"
"I left with Mr. Lu. He didn't mention the specific location, ma'am."
Shi Yin nodded.
She returned to the second-floor master bedroom and walked to the dressing table. She rummaged through the drawers to find a suitable photo frame and neatly placed the red double happiness window paper-cut inside. Then she went to the cloakroom and took out the gift box containing the modified Zhongshan suit. She examined the suit and the card with the written blessing, confirmed that they were all there, tied the gift string, and placed it in the tall cabinet nearby.
Just then the housekeeper knocked on the door.
Breakfast is ready.
Invite her to come downstairs to eat.
Shi Yin responded, and when she left, she turned on her phone, found Han Zhan's gray WeChat avatar, edited the content, and sent it.
…
At that time.
In the Tank400 carriage.
Having barely slept the entire night before, Han Zhan sat back in the passenger seat, eyes half closed. His phone vibrated, interrupting his rest. The man frowned, clearly displeased. He lowered his gaze to the lit screen, catching sight of Shi Yin's WeChat profile picture. Han Er perked up instantly, sitting up and opening his phone.
"(Happy window paper-cut picture)"
"I saw the paper cutting and I accepted it."
“(Picture of hand-rolled noodles with tomato and egg)”
"Uncle Han has prepared breakfast. Even if you go out to do something, remember to eat breakfast."
She sent four messages.
There are pictures and text.
Han Zhan followed her lead, raised his phone, took a real-time picture of the intersection in front of the car, and sent it over: "Lu Cheng and I are going to the fireworks market in the south of the city."
Shi Yin: "Your left hand injury hasn't healed yet, can you drive?"
Han Zhan: "Lu Chengkai."
Han Zhan: "(Photo of Lu Cheng driving with his side profile)"
Shi Yin: "Be careful. Uncle Han said he's making dumplings this afternoon. If you want to join us, we'll be waiting for you."
Lu Cheng, who was driving, turned his head to look at his friend beside him for the third time. He was still irritated when he was woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone. He lowered his head to look at the phone, and the gloom between his brows completely disappeared.
"What did Shi Yin send you?" Lu Cheng asked.
"Do you like snooping into couples' privacy?"
"ill."
Han Zhan snorted, "I won't bother with a single person like you."
Lu Cheng was speechless.
He stepped on the accelerator and drove through the intersection in front of him.
The car passed by a large LED screen in the center of the city, which displayed the second series of New Year men's Zhongshan suits designed by Shi Yin, the newly appointed director of Shi Group. Due to the hot market, the products were in short supply and the order queue was until the end of next year.
When Lu Cheng saw the clothes, Han Zhan in the passenger seat also saw it.
Almost in an instant.
Someone's face darkened.
The joy is gone, and the pride is gone.
This time it was Lu Cheng's turn to smile. He gripped the steering wheel, and even though he was distracted by driving, he still turned his head to smile at Han Zhan: "Aren't you very happy? Why did you suddenly look so cold when you saw this outfit?"
This Zhongshan suit, originally designed by Shi Yin, has green bamboo embroidered on the collar.
A metaphor for Song Sinian.
Lu Cheng also accidentally learned this gossip in a group in the upper-class circle. He knew that as Shi Yin's legal husband, Han Zhan must know it better.
in this way.
Lu Cheng smiled even brighter. "It doesn't matter. The person in her heart isn't you, but you are the one who got the marriage certificate with her. And don't you think she likes you a little? Maybe in three to five years, you can take away half of the place in her heart that Song Sinian has."
Han Zhan was silent.
His face was much colder than the winter outside the window.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Shi Yin had no romantic feelings for Han Er at all. At best, they felt the kind of friendship and respect between contracted spouses. Only Han Zhan felt that Shi Yin had feelings for him.
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Han Zhan returned to Beishan Villa in the afternoon.
Bought a lot of fireworks.
The servants helped to take it out of the trunk.
Shi Yin had no idea what happened to Han Zhan during his visit to the South City Fireworks Market; she only noticed he looked glum when he got out of the car. She asked Lu Cheng, who replied, "Men always have those days a month. Don't worry, Miss Shi. He'll be back to normal after a night. No one is more optimistic than Han Er. After a good night's sleep, he'll be back to his carefree, carefree self."
Lu Cheng and Han Zhan have been close friends for many years.
We've known each other since childhood.
When it comes to understanding, no one can compare to Lu Cheng except Uncle Han. What he said certainly makes sense. But Shi Yin still feels that even those who are naturally sunny, cheerful, and positive, with self-healing abilities far superior to ordinary people, will sometimes feel down and need comfort.
Just like Ash.
It is a military dog of the international forces.
It has surpassed its peers and possesses a powerful spiritual world.
Even so, it will still hurt, feel pain, be tired, and cause psychological illness. Perhaps because Shi Yin herself suffers from this kind of disease and understands the pain of this kind of hardship, she hopes that every good person in the world can have a smiling face.
After seeing Lu Cheng off, Shi Yin returned to her room. The housekeeper said Han Zhan was tired and resting in the study. She nodded, went to the kitchen, and returned upstairs about ten minutes later with a plate of bunny-shaped apples.
There is no lock on the study.
Shi Yin knocked on the door and went in.
After walking a few steps inside, I met Han Er's deep black eyes. He wasn't resting at all. He was clearly sitting on a leather sofa, playing a Switch overseas game on the LED projector.
He noticed her.
Didn't speak.
His eyes were fixed on her, moving with her movements.
Shi Yin walked towards him, placed the fruit plate in her hand on the low coffee table in front of him, and said softly, "I peeled the apple like you did before. Try it."
Han Zhan remained silent.
He put down the game controller in his hand and ate a few pieces of food politely.
"Did you have an argument with someone when you went out today?"
"without."
"Lost something?"
"no."
"You weren't paying attention to your step and fell in the snow?"
"I'm an adult." Han Zhan was amused by her. He opened his eyes and looked at her, saying helplessly, "Wife, even an eight-year-old wouldn't do the things you described."
"Eight-year-olds will speak up when they're unhappy."
"Do I look depressed?"
"A little bit."
"So you came in with the cut apples—"
"To comfort you." Shi Yin answered him without disguising anything. "I prepared a Spring Festival gift for you. It's not a sudden idea today, but I prepared it at the end of last month. I originally planned to give it to you tomorrow, New Year's Eve, but today is worse than tomorrow. You're in a bad mood today, so why not go and see this gift?"
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