It is true that Song Ci's motives for approaching Han Zhan were impure, but it was enough for Han Zhan to know it in his heart, and there was no need to publicize it to a third party. In front of anyone, he must give his Mrs. Han a hundred percent respect.
Han Zhan's rainbow fart caught Song Ci's heart.
Song Ci's face was blushing, and she was in such a happy mood that she was about to soar in place!
During Song Fei's deep sleep, she had already heard Song Ci tell herself the real reason why she married Han Zhan. On the premise of knowing the truth about their marriage, and hearing Han Zhan's words in defense of Song Ci, Song Fei's attitude towards Han Zhan was a little better, and the indifference in her eyes became lighter.
A man who can give his wife enough face should have no problem with his character.
Song Fei glanced at Song Ci, who had a spring heart, and repeated in an inexplicable tone: "It starts with appearance, respects talent, conforms to character, and is loyal to soul." Hearing her sister's joke, Song Ci was a little embarrassed.
Just as Song Ci was about to say a few words of modesty, she suddenly heard Song Fei sneer, and said in a tone full of sarcasm: "Does she have that thing?"
Song Ci's smile froze, she gritted her teeth and threatened Song Fei: "Song Fei, do you want to fight again?"
Song Fei: "You can't beat me."
"That was in the past, not necessarily now!" Song Fei looked thin and weak and looked weak, and Song Cizhu Yuan Yurun looked like a person who could carry fifty catties of rice on his shoulders and walk like flying.
If they really wanted to fight, the current Song Fei couldn't beat Song Ci.
Seeing that the two sisters were about to fight, Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci whose eyes were flaming in time, and reminded her in a low voice: "Sister Fei just woke up and is weak. Ci Bao, don't get angry."
Song Ci's anger subsided immediately, and when she looked at Song Fei again, it was as if she was looking at a newborn kitten, and she was afraid of hurting even if she touched it.
Song Fei felt that Song Ci's eyes were strange, so she cursed: "You bastard!" After scolding, she turned around and left.
Song Ci was a little aggrieved, she complained to Han Zhan: "She is acting good when she gets a bargain!"
Han Zhan thought it was funny, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, for fear of hurting Song Ci's heart.
Yan Jiang has been exercising in the fitness room, and he just walked out of the gym when he heard the two sisters bickering. "Song Fei, you're back." After greeting Song Fei first, Yan Jiang nodded to Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, welcome."
Finally, Yan Jiang's eyes fell on Song Ci. Seeing the resentment and grievance on Song Ci's face, Yan Jiang not only turned away from her, but also said: "Song Song, don't bully your sister, she just woke up and is weak, you have to love her more."
Before Song Ci could refute, Song Fei first questioned, "I'm weak, do I need some pain?" Her tone was quite threatening.
Yan Jiang desperately explained: "You just woke up and your body hasn't recovered yet. Am I afraid that you will suffer from a fight with Song Ci? If you really want to fight, you might as well wait until you recover."
"Hmph." Song Fei didn't bother to talk to them, and took the lead to sit down on the sofa.
After Song Fei left, Song Ci came to Yan Jiang's side, lowered her voice and satirized him: "Look at your disgusting face. Did you agree that we are good friends for life?"
Yan Jiang: "Friendship is not worth mentioning in front of love." Just as cuteness is not worth mentioning in front of sexy, it is a truth.
Song Ci received a double blow from her sister and her good friend, so she had no choice but to turn back and get into her brother Han's arms. Fortunately, her brother Han still loved her. Brother Han pulled her out of his arms, patted her on the head, and said mercilessly: "Okay, don't make trouble, I know your heart is not that fragile."
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan resentfully, and couldn't help complaining: "You don't love me anymore." Song Ci, who had a lot of drama, pretended to wipe away tears that didn't exist, turned around and ran towards Song Fei.
Obviously they looked like they were going to fight just now, but they were stuck together in the next second. This is probably the real sister.
Yan Jiang was unpacking a filling of coffee beans in the cupboard when Han Zhan came over. Yan Jiang glimpsed him approaching from the corner of his eye. He didn't look up, but just lowered his head and said, "Song Song said that Mr. Han doesn't like coffee, but green tea. I only have black tea here. Does Mr. Han mind?"
Yan Jiang took out a brand new can of black tea from the cupboard and shook the tea at Han Zhan, "This is specially prepared for you, and it will finally come in handy today."
"Be careful, black tea is also good." Han Zhan helped Yan Jiang open the seal on the outside of the black tea can, and when he lowered his head, he asked, "Mr. Yan, do you have any spare guest rooms?" Song Ci and Song Fei haven't been together for many years , there must be a lot to say tonight, and she will probably stay at Yan Jiang's house overnight.
He was never married before, and Han Zhan didn't think it was a problem to live alone in a big house, but now that he is married, Han Zhan feels lonely when he thinks of going home and staying alone in an empty house.
Song Ci lives here tonight, and Han Zhan will naturally stay with him.
Yan Jiang understood what Han Zhan meant, and he looked back at the two sisters who were talking in the living room, and smiled with relief. "Actually, they have a very good relationship as sisters."
"I know."
Beating and scolding are all about scolding, but the relationship is also really strong.
"There is a guest room upstairs. Song Song occasionally came to stay overnight. Mr. Han will stay here tonight, and I will lay the sheets."
"That's troublesome."
Yan Jiang put down the coffee beans and walked out of the kitchen with Han Zhan. He said to Song Ci: "Song Song, the newly bought coffee beans have been delivered. You want to drink coffee and cook it yourself. By the way, there is passion fruit in the refrigerator." , I want to drink it myself. Help me entertain Mr. Han, and I will go upstairs to lay the sheets."
After Yan Jiang went upstairs, Song Ci poked Song Fei's slender waist, and she asked Song Fei, "Then I'll pour water?" Song Fei, the future hostess, entertaining guests
Song Fei nodded and said to Song Ci, "Give me a glass of plain water."
"OK."
Song Ci went to the kitchen to boil water, and Han Zhan sat down on the sofa. Because the legs are too long and the coffee table is in the way, I can only overlap a pair of long legs.
Song Fei didn't know when she took off her shoes. Her legs were crossed on the sofa, with a pillow in her arms, her head resting on the sofa, and she looked lazily at the kitchen.
Looking at Song Ci's busy figure, Song Fei thought of her dead mother, and felt a little lost. Eight years have passed, and the little idiots have really grown up, with long legs, thin waist, thin chest, and more and more like their mother.
Suddenly, Song Fei heard Han Zhan saying in a deep voice: "Sister Fei, Song Ci is no longer a child, it is necessary to give her some respect and affirmation."
Song Fei turned her head to look at Han Zhan, and curled her lips in an unclear manner. "You feel sorry for her." Han Zhan's attitude of defending Song Ci actually benefited Song Fei. "It really hurts, why don't you help her boil water and pour tea? What kind of man is he who just talks and doesn't do it?"
Han Zhan was so honest with Song Fei's words.
After Song Ci boiled the water, he poured a cup of boiling water for Song Fei and made black tea for Han Zhan. Just after soaking, Han Zhan came over.
(end of this chapter)