Facing the cruel and moody Cheng Ziang, Song Ci was also afraid! But no matter how strong she is, she is still a girl after all. Although men and women are equal, in terms of physical strength, girls are naturally not as strong and powerful as men.
Cheng Ziang has a violent personality, and when he couldn't find anything, he would kick her with his fist and the tip of his leather shoe. Sometimes, he would pick up a vase and throw it at her without blinking. In those few years, under Song Ci's beautiful dress, there were always many scars hidden
It was a life that was not as good as pigs and dogs.
Song Ci was held in Han Zhan's arms even with a thin quilt. Song Ci bit her red lips even harder, and heard Han Zhan comforting behind her: "It's okay, Cibao, you are safe now."
Han Zhan finally understood why all the charity funds received at Song Ci's birthday charity banquet were donated to anti-domestic violence organizations. Because she has been deeply hurt by it, she hopes that those who are suffering can get out of the desperate life of misery.
Song Ci wiped away her tears indiscriminately, and secretly pulled down a section of the quilt covering her head, revealing a pair of wet eyes. At this moment, those charming eyes were full of tears, even more sobbing, so pitiful.
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan and softened his heart.
"Brother Han."
Han Zhan: "Huh?" Han Zhan tried his best to move his eyes away from Song Ci's eyes, so as not to have unreasonable thoughts again, then he would really be a beast.
Song Ci said: "You are not allowed to hit me, if you hit me once, I will ignore you again."
Han Zhan hugged her even tighter, and promised, "Okay, I will definitely not hit you."
The next morning, Han Zhan woke up at dawn. Song Ci heard the sound of him getting up, but turned over, buried her cheek in the pillow and continued to pretend to be asleep.
"Don't get up?" Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was shy.
Song Ci replied vaguely: "Shame, shameless to face Jiangdong's elders." After crying last night, Song Ci was embarrassed to face Han Zhan.
Han Zhan rubbed her hair with a smile, and then went downstairs to the fitness room alone.
A few days ago, when Han Zhan got up for training in the morning, Song Ci would also get up for morning training. When exercising, Song Ci would sit on the parallel bars, and when Han Zhan succeeded in a pull-up, Song Ci would bow her head and kiss his forehead.
When two people are exercising, it can be said that all the single dogs in the world are slaughtered!
Han Zhan thought that there would be such benefits this morning, and he was quite looking forward to it.
Pity.
As soon as Han Zhan left, Song Ci got up.
After Han Zhan finished exercising, he walked out of the fitness room and heard Song Ci's lazy footsteps. He raised his head and saw Song Ci stretching his back, going downstairs along the stairs.
With that support, the hem of her loose shirt followed upwards, it really was a wonderful sight.
Han Zhan stood where he was, staring at the whiteness around Song Ci's waist, and many strange thoughts flashed in his mind.
Song Ci didn't know that Han Zhan was thinking about her again. Humming a tune, she walked up to Han Zhan, winked at Han Zhan, and said, "Good morning, brother."
This tender brother, like a meteor falling from the sky, hit the endless dry grassland, sparks started a prairie fire, and no grass grew.
After setting the fire, Song Ci wanted to escape.
Han Zhan grabbed her wrist, clasped her arm behind him and pressed her against the door of the fitness room. His movements were gentle, but Song Ci still howled.
"pain!"
Han Zhan relaxed, leaned over and asked Song Ci: "Who did you put on such beautiful makeup in the morning?" Song Ci was putting on makeup upstairs just now. It was very elegant makeup, but he deliberately made those winking eyes more hook people.
Song Ci looked at him with lowered eyes and said, "Let me show you."
"I can't do anything about you?" Han Zhan looked at his watch, and suddenly said without thinking: "Although I don't have enough time, I'm the boss, so it doesn't matter if I'm late once."
After finishing speaking, he opened the door of the fitness room and threw Song Ci in with a dazed expression.
When Song Ci was thrown into the fitness room, she had an epiphany of walking into a wolf's den. Only then did she belatedly realize that the provocative behavior just now had gone too far.
Han Zhan is a meticulous person, and almost every place is equipped with things needed at critical moments.
Seeing Han Zhan reaching out to take a familiar packaging bag from the storage board, Song Ci questioned Han Zhan: "Is that why I'm so afraid of getting pregnant? Brother Han, is it because I'm not worthy of your Han family? Ugly? Or am I humble and of low bloodline?"
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, who had a lot of drama, and said without emotion: "You are just a white-eyed wolf who has not yet been raised. When you get revenge and give birth to a child, isn't it just a kick to dump me?"
Song Ci was even more indignant: "Brother Han, so in your eyes, I am so heartless and ungrateful! As a concubine, I can only show my ambition with death!" Song Ci made a gesture of wiping his neck with his hand.
The corner of Han Zhan's mouth twitched, "Is the show over?"
Song Ci accepted it as soon as he saw it.
Only then did Han Zhan say seriously: "I am a disabled person. After all, a good-looking but blind girl married me. I don't pay close attention. If you run away, who will pay me a wife?"
Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Brother Han, I really won't leave you."
Han Zhan believes that she has a ghost.
Afterwards, both Song Ci and Han Zhan went to take a bath and changed their clothes again. Song Ci was sweating and disliked the makeup, so she simply removed it. After tidying up, the two made breakfast together.
Song Ci's breakfast is very small. Her cod porridge is served in a small bowl, while Han Zhan's porridge is served in a large bowl. Song Ci stared at the bowl in front of Han Zhan and threatened him: "Be careful if you eat like this, in two years you will become a greasy uncle with a fat head and big ears."
Han Zhan: "No, there are many times when you need to work hard, so you won't get fat."
After understanding Han Zhan's hint, the clever Song Ci chose not to make a sound.
After finishing the last sip of porridge, Han Zhan put down his spoon and asked Song Ci, "What are you going to do today?" She put on her makeup early in the morning, so she must be going out.
Song Ci said: "I have to go out in the morning, and I have some things to do. By the way, my body has recovered now, and I can work. I can travel with the plane at any time."
Thinking of the change in their current identities, Han Zhan took a deep look at Song Ci, and asked with interest: "What identity do you want to follow? Wife, or subordinate?"
Sitting sideways, with her chest up and her head up, Song Ci's winking eyes swept over Han Zhan, making her charming. Her answer, as always, will not disappoint Han Zhan. Song Ci said: "During working hours, I am your most loyal pilot. At other times, I am whatever you think of me."
Blinking her eyes, Song Ci said again: "My dear, which one do you want, I can switch randomly~"
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows calmly, staring at Song Ci with a charming face, and said in a complicated tone, "You are a wave."
Song Ci's eyebrows twitched.
Will the domestic violence husband go to jail
(end of this chapter)