Although deep in his heart he despised Yan Jiang's cowardly behavior, Han Zhan still turned on the light. He rolled over on his side and fell asleep quickly.
Han Zhan was a soldier, so he could sleep even in the bitter cold environment. But Yan Jiang was different. Except for Song Fei, Yan Jiang had never slept with anyone.
Suddenly having to be in the same room with a strange man, Yan Jiang felt very uncomfortable. He kept playing with his mobile phone until his eyes hurt. He hit his face with the mobile phone several times, and finally fell asleep when he couldn't bear it any longer. "
In the other room, Song Fei was whispering to Song Ci.
Song Ci said to Song Fei: "Song Fei, Ah Jiang." Realizing that she was calling Yan Jiang wrong again, Song Ci hurriedly changed her words: "Brother Jiang is the boy who wrote you a love letter on your birthday, do you know that?"
Song Fei: "Yes."
Song Ci asked her again: "I forgot to ask you, what do you think when you receive a love letter from a boy for the first time?"
Song Fei was too lazy to talk to Song Ci about what she had, she said with a look of disgust, "Sleep." Song Fei turned off the light.
Snapped-
Song Ci turned on the light again, she turned over and lay on her side, stared at Song Fei's closed eyes and pretended to be asleep, and said with a clear face, "You're shy." It turned out that Song Fei was also shy.
Song Fei didn't say a word, as if she really fell asleep.
Song Ci stretched out her index finger and tapped the tip of Song Fei's nose.
Song Fei's eyes opened a slit, and she stared at Song Ci coldly. Song Ci withdrew her hands, pressed both hands under her head, and then said: "I was really shocked when I knew that Brother Jiang liked you. Who would have thought that such a timid person would actually Dare to like you."
Song Fei didn't like to hear that. "What's wrong with me?" Is she a hag or a devil with blue face and fangs!
Song Ci recounted the great things Song Fei had done: "That tattooed green in your class called you a monster behind your back, and you found out, did you lock him in the men's room and make him have a black eyebrow?" Jin snake stayed all night?"
"Also, when the gangster outside the school followed you on a motorcycle, did you use a nail to pierce his wheel, causing him to have a car accident?"
"Oh! Also, there is a gossip downstairs who scolded our mother, did you distribute the screenshot of the video of her stealing a man to the whole community?"
Song Fei: "Shut up!"
Song Ci let out a muffled laugh, and said with emotion: "At that time, my parents were worried that when you grew up, no one would dare to pursue you. How could you know Brother Jiang was so brave."
Song Fei recovered the situation with one sentence: "Shall I tell Han Zhan that you had a crush on a high school senior at the age of thirteen, secretly took pictures of him, and even made chocolate scarves for him?"
"You are cruel."
The world suddenly fell silent.
They haven't spoken to each other for too many years, no matter how weak Song Fei is, she still can't bear to sleep.
So is Song Ci.
Under the quilt, the hands of the two sisters suddenly held tightly together.
"Song Ci, I'm sorry, I've worked hard for you all these years." Song Fei said suddenly.
Song Ci's nose and eyes were sour, and tears flowed out suddenly. "It's me who should say sorry to you, Song Fei. I'm not as smart as you, nor as brave as you. You were the one who should really hide in the toilet back then."
"I am blind and recognize a thief as my father. In the last life, you were dug out by Mu Mian. I still foolishly listened to him and respected him as someone close to me. Song Fei, I am useless, I did not protect you well. "
Song Fei also felt uncomfortable.
There is one thing Song Fei hasn't told anyone. In fact, she also has the memory of her previous life. When Mu Mian poached her heart in her previous life, she was actually conscious, but she couldn't wake up.
Because she was in a vegetable state, when Mu Mian took her heart, he didn't give her anesthesia. So when her heart was poached, Song Fei could feel the pain of her body being cut by a blade and her heart being poached alive, but she couldn't even scream.
She couldn't talk about it, and if she did, it would only deepen the pain in Song Ci's heart.
"Song Ci, when these messy things are over, let's go worship our parents together."
"good."
The next day, Song Ci went to the intermediary in person and sold the house that the government compensated her family during the demolition. The location of the house is good, close to the subway station, and a very famous foreign private aristocratic school has been newly built nearby, and many people have visited the house within a day.
On the third day, the house was favored by a wealthy family, and the price was repeatedly suppressed by the other party, and finally the price of 8.3 million was negotiated. The other party was very straightforward, signed the contract within a day, and paid the money to Song Ci.
Over the years, Mu Mian spent a total of 16 million for Song Ci's sisters on and off. Song Ci took out the rest of her savings, plus the demolition money, the money for selling the house, and the headcount during the demolition. There are only more than 15 million.
It's still a few hundred thousand.
After thinking about it, Song Ci finally asked Han Zhan to borrow money.
After Han Zhan got off work, he was a little happy and a little helpless when he heard Song Ci say that he wanted to borrow money. "Borrowing money? We are husband and wife. You must count the money so clearly with me? If you want it, I'll just give it to you."
Song Ci said: "You can do whatever else you want, but this one is not allowed. This is the grievance between our sisters and Mu Mian. I borrowed the money from you. When Liang Bo makes money, I will Pay you back."
Han Zhan could only agree. "Okay, but apart from this matter, you can't be too clear with me." Han Zhan rubbed Song Ci's hair, and said earnestly: "Cibao, I like that you can't be entangled with me."
"Okay." Song Ci rubbed his stomach and asked Han Zhan, "Can I eat durian?"
Without hesitation, Han Zhan agreed briskly, "Yes."
Song Ci wondered, "You can't smell that smell, can you?"
Han Zhan said mysteriously: "I've been prepared." Han Zhan went to the kitchen, took out a gas mask from the cabinet and put it on his face, completely covering that handsome face.
Song Ci was amazed. She couldn't hold it back, and hurriedly took out her mobile phone to take a photo of Han Zhan, and then posted it on Weibo to complain about her brother Han.
Han Aoyu is a fashionable old man, he plays Weibo, WeChat, and QQ very well. Ever since he knew that Song Ci was a big V on Weibo, he immediately followed him and asked Song Ci to shut him down.
The name of Han Aoyu's Weibo is - Uncle Chang Tian.
After Han Aoyu saw Song Ci's update on Weibo, he couldn't help but shed bitter tears for his grandson. He left a message in Song Ci's comment area: [What a witty child.]
Zhong Buhui walked into the room with a vegetable basket, saw Han Aoyu shaking his head and sighing at a mobile phone, he asked Han Aoyu: "Old man, what are you looking at?"
Han Aoyu put down his mobile phone, he said with emotion: "Zhan Zhan is smart, how did he think of wearing a gas mask to resist the smell of durian?" Han Aoyu patted himself on the head, annoyed, "Why didn't I think of it back then?"
(end of this chapter)