Seeing his deflated expression, Song Ci must have hit a wall with Song Fei. She asked Han Zhan, "It's boring to be alone with Song Fei, isn't it?"
Han Zhan bent his lips and lied against his will, "Sister Fei is very easy to get along with, I just want to stay with you."
"Don't say anything against your will, I don't know what kind of virtue she has?"
Han Zhan didn't continue this topic, he asked Song Ci, "Does your stomach hurt?"
Song Ci's menstrual period came, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her lower abdomen, but it didn't hurt. She shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."
"That's good. I'll serve the tea." After bringing the tea to the living room, Han Zhan handed Song Fei a cup of tea with a respectful attitude.
Song Fei had no intention of reaching out for tea, she kept staring at Han Zhan's eyes with cold eyes, and suddenly mentioned: "When Song Ci was eight years old, he was first bullied by a male student in his class. How did I help you?" Did she take revenge?"
Han Zhan stared at Song Fei quietly, knowing that Song Fei was going to show him off, which Han Zhan expected. As if being aroused by this sentence, Han Zhan lowered his head and asked, "How did you get Song Ci back?"
Song Fei had no expression on her face, but what she said was a little scary, "I hid a snake in his schoolbag, he was bitten and almost got amputated."
Under Song Fei's cold gaze, Han Zhan praised Song Fei without changing his face: "Sister Fei has done a great job. Those who bully Song Ci should be punished." Han Zhan felt that this was not enough, and added another sentence : "It is not an exaggeration to be struck by lightning."
Song Fei snorted coldly, "Han Zhan, I don't care what your status is, if you marry Song Ci, you have to treat her with respect and love for the rest of your life. If you dare to bully her." Song Fei took the tea, but didn't drink it, and He poured that cup of tea into the succulent potted plant on the coffee table.
She put down the teacup heavily, and then said, "It's not boiling water that splashed you, but sulfuric acid."
After being intimidated by Song Fei's actions, Han Zhan's face remained unchanged, with a faint smile on his face. Turning his head to look at Song Ci behind him, Han Zhan said with a look of relief, "We, Song Ci, are blessed to have a sister who loves me so much."
Hearing this, Song Fei couldn't help giving Han Zhan a high look.
Good concentration.
Song Ci, who had been standing silently behind Han Zhan, after listening to their conversation, quietly raised her head to look at Han Zhan, then at Song Fei, who was leaning on the sofa like she had no bones, she suddenly turned and ran into the bathroom.
When Han Zhan heard the movement, he looked back and saw that the bathroom door was closed, and Han Zhan felt a little helpless in his eyes.
Song Fei twitched her lips, and said duplicity: "It's promising!"
Song Ci went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and couldn't help crying aloud.
It's such a great feeling to have a loved one backing you up.
When Song Ci came out, her eye circles were slightly red, but Han Zhan was considerate and didn't ask her the reason to avoid embarrassing her. He just pushed the cup of passion fruit tea in front of Song Ci and said to her, "The tea is getting cold."
Song Ci bowed her head and hummed, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the sweet and sour fruit tea.
At this time, Yan Jiang spread the bed sheets and came downstairs. He walked up to Song Fei and sat down. Seeing the potted succulents scalded by boiling water, Yan Jiang felt a little pain in his heart. This is his favorite pot of succulents!
Song Fei noticed his heartbroken eyes and looked down on him. "Distressed?"
Yan Jiang asked her: "Did you splash it?"
Song Fei: "Hand shaking, not careful."
Then you are really shaking just right.
Song Fei was in low spirits and wanted to rest. She stood up slowly, glanced at Song Ci who was drinking fruit tea beside Han Zhan, and said firmly without asking anyone's opinion, "Song Ci will sleep with me tonight."
Song Ci didn't think there was anything wrong with Song Fei's arrangement. She put down her teacup and stood up immediately. "Song Fei, I'm tired going upstairs. I'll help you." Song Ci supported Song Fei, and the two of them went upstairs slowly, leaving Yan Jiang and Han Zhan in the living room looking at each other.
Yan Jiang looked at Han Zhan silently, and said to him, "There is only one guest room in my house."
Between the two of them, there must be one who wants to lay the floor.
Han Zhan also had a complicated expression. He looked up and looked around Yan Jiang's home, and couldn't help complaining: "Such a spacious house with only two rooms, you are really extravagant."
Yan Jiang: "I never thought that one day in my home, I would have to grab a guest room with an adult male." The implication is that Han Zhan is the uninvited guest.
Han Zhan is also not a vegetarian, "You are the spokesperson of Zeus Airlines, but the boss of my Zeus Airlines." He implied a lot—
I am your benefactor father, the bed should belong to me.
But Yan Jiang is also not a good person, he said: "Song Ci listens to Song Fei, and Song Fei will be mine sooner or later." He is a man who can blow pillow wind in Song Fei's ear!
Han Zhan bowed down!
Both of them refused to sleep on the floor. Yan Jiang and Han Zhan looked at each other. After a while, Han Zhan compromised. He spoke first and said, "I sleep very honestly, I don't kick people."
Yan Jiang also said, "I don't snore either."
"OK!"
The two went upstairs together, and after a brief wash, Han Zhan and Yan Jiang slept separately on the 1.8-meter bed.
Two men with long legs and long feet slept on the same bed, which seemed a bit crowded. Han Zhan moved his head on the pillow, but he didn't hear the movement in the master bedroom next door. He was a little helpless, "Your house is very soundproof." He couldn't even eavesdrop.
Yan Jiang didn't sleep either, he was playing with his mobile phone. He naturally understood what Han Zhan was referring to. He said, "The sisters haven't chatted together for many years. There must be a lot to talk about tonight."
Han Zhan hummed, just wanted to know what they said, did they talk about him
The happiest thing for Song Fei to wake up is that Song Ci and Yan Jiang are perverted. "Song Fei woke up, you have got your wish."
But Yan Jiang gave a wry smile, "Where..." Thinking of Song Fei rejecting what he said, Yan Jiang couldn't even make a wry smile. "I confessed to her, but she rejected me, saying that there is still a long way to go for the feeling that I am a brother, and I have to chase slowly."
Han Zhan sympathized with what happened to Yan Jiang, "You still have to grind."
Yan Jiang just wanted to cry.
It's ten o'clock, and it's time for Han Zhan to sleep. Han Zhan turned his phone to silent and said, "I'm going to sleep."
Yan Jiang: "Good night."
Han Zhan turned off the lights.
The room suddenly became dark, and Yan Jiang's pupils shrank slightly. He endured and endured, but still couldn't overcome the fear in his heart, and called Han Zhan in a low voice: "Mr. Han."
Han Zhan didn't open his eyes, and let out a puzzled voice: "Huh?"
Yan Jiang: "Can I turn on the light?"
Han Zhan asked: "Sleeping with the light on is not good for the eyes." The health care boss pays great attention to protecting his body, and such bad habits as sleeping with a night light on at night are absolutely unacceptable.
Yan Jiang was very embarrassed. He said, "I'm afraid of the dark."
Han Zhan: ""
Sure enough, what kind of pot should match what kind of lid, a coward like Yan Jiang has to be dealt with by a ruthless person like Song Fei.
(end of this chapter)