One is a playboy, the other is a young and beautiful girl. Song Ci knows exactly what Cheng Ziang is approaching Han Wangwangtu.
Thinking of Cheng Ziang's real personality, Song Ci felt a little uneasy. She attached great importance to this matter, worried that Han Wangwang would be deceived by Cheng Ziang, so she quickly opened Han Wangwang's WeChat and asked her: [Do you know Cheng Ziang?]
Han Wangwang was probably busy and did not reply.
At this time Han Zhan came back, smelling of alcohol. When Song Ci was talking to him, he smelled alcohol and asked him, "Have you been drinking?"
Han Zhan: "I've used mouthwash, can you still smell it?"
"I have a good nose." After speaking, Song Ci looked at Han Zhan pretending to be a warning, and said to him, "If you smell someone else's perfume, I can smell it too."
Han Zhan nodded her forehead, "Don't be poor."
Seeing the balls of wool on the sofa, Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "The wool you bought?" He stared at Song Ci's jade-like white fingers, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes, "Can you knit sweaters?"
Song Ci lifted her chin, and the pride on her face couldn't be hidden. She said proudly, "I know how to scarf and sweater."
Han Zhan stared at the ball of wool for a while, then suddenly said, "It's going to be cold, it's time to wear a sweater."
Song Ci: "Yes, so I plan to knit a sweater for my grandfather."
Han Zhan fell silent strangely. "For grandpa?"
"Well, my sister said, it's better to give those precious gifts some handicrafts. Grandpa will be happier when he thinks about it." Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "What color clothes does grandpa like?"
Han Zhan was in a complicated mood, but he still had to answer honestly: "Grey blue."
"Okay, then I'll knit a gray-blue sweater." Song Ci was not sure whether the idea of knitting a sweater for grandpa was reliable, and she asked Han Zhan a little nervously: "Brother Han, you said grandpa would Do you like this gift?"
Han Zhan felt sour in his heart, "Of course he likes it." Who wouldn't like the sweater Song Ci knitted by himself
"That's good."
Han Zhan felt uncomfortable and had to go upstairs to calm down for a while. He took off his coat and was about to go upstairs when Song Ci suddenly stopped him. "Brother Han, let me ask you something."
Han Zhan had already stepped on the third step of the stairs. Hearing this, he stopped, turned his head, and looked down at Song Ci in the living room. "What's up?"
Song Ci told him: "Wangwang participated in the national dj competition."
"Yes, I also voted for her, what's the problem?" Thinking that Song Ci was concerned about Han Wangwang and worried that she would encounter perverts when she became a DJ, Han Zhan told her: "Wangwang has practiced taekwondo, and ordinary people can't bully her." Her, don't worry."
Song Ci shook her head lightly, "That's not it." She walked up to Han Zhan, raised her head and said to him, "I saw an old acquaintance in Wangwang's WeChat Moments."
Han Zhan: "Who?"
Song Ci: "Cheng Ziang."
Han Zhan's expression changed a little. "Cheng Ziang?" A hint of disgust and violence flashed across his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. "I'll find out about this."
Seeing that Han Zhan took this matter to heart, Song Ci was relieved. "Well, I just think that Cheng Ziang is unreliable, and I'm worried that he has ulterior motives in getting close to Wangwang, so I remind you."
"You did the right thing." Touching Song Ci's hair, Han Zhan said, "I'm going to take a shower first, and I still have some work to do, so I won't come down after taking a shower, so I'll go directly to the study."
Song Ci said, "Then I will accompany you."
After taking a bath, Han Zhan was working in the study in his pajamas, while Song Ci lay on the single sofa in the study, concentrating on knitting. Occasionally, Han Zhan raised his head and glanced at Song Ci, who was struggling with the ball of wool, his eyes would subconsciously become gentle.
He couldn't help but imagine that after decades, the two would be old, he was reading with reading glasses, and Song Ci was knitting a sweater wearing reading glasses. The years are quiet and good, and we grow old together, which is probably like that.
The two were busy with their own business. At 9:40, Han Zhan turned off the computer and said to Song Ci, "It's almost ten o'clock, go to bed."
Song Ci said, "Wait a minute, I'll finish these few injections first."
Han Zhan directly took away the needle and thread from her hand, took Song Ci back to the master bedroom, and pressed her under the quilt. "Sleep, it's not good to sleep late."
When Song Ci heard this, she couldn't help complaining: "That is, you can go to bed on time during my menstrual visit, how many days do you usually go to bed on time?" Before the marriage, it was agreed to go to bed at ten o'clock in the evening, but this one For many months, many nights I broke the precept.
Han Zhan suddenly became deaf-mute, and he didn't say a word when he heard her complaints.
Song Ci played with Han Zhan's hair for a while, and was about to fall asleep. Before going to sleep, she seemed to hear Han Zhan whispering in her ear: "It's cold, I haven't bought a sweater this year."
Song Ci thought: Then you buy it, what money do you still need for a sweater
The next morning, Song Ci was dragged out of bed by Han Zhan, and the two did morning exercises in the fitness room together.
After the training, Han Zhan took a shower, changed his clothes, and explained things to Song Ci. "Next Tuesday is the anniversary of my grandmother's death. You will accompany me back to my hometown this year, and we will go back on Monday. Now we will stay at my hometown for a few days, and then we will go to Austria for our honeymoon."
"I will be busy at work these days, and I may come back later at night. You have to eat on time by yourself."
Song Ci listened to Han Zhan muttering endlessly, and she casually complained: "If you're so worried, why don't you just take me to the company and go to work with you?"
Han Zhan thought about it seriously, and felt that Song Ci's suggestion was very reliable and considerate. Han Zhan quickly opened the closet, took out a long-sleeved dress and threw it to Song Ci, "Change, and follow me to work!"
Song Ci hugged the clothes, hesitated to say: "Really?"
"Um."
Song Ci complained to Han Zhan: "Brother Han, you have changed. You used to look down on employees who talk about love during working hours the most."
Han Zhan replied calmly: "I'm not an employee, I'm the boss. The boss can talk about love during working hours."
"You are the boss and you are right."
So this morning, Han Zhan was carrying a briefcase, and Song Ci was carrying a tote bag filled with wool and knitting needles, and they entered the headquarters building of Zeus Aviation side by side with Han Zhan.
Li Li came a little later, and when he heard from the secretary's office that Han Zhan brought his wife to work today, he didn't think it was strange, but felt that this day had finally come.
This morning, Li Li was going to personally receive important business partners from abroad. Before leaving, Li Li deliberately came to Han Zhan's office, wanting to spy on what big things the couple was doing there.
Li Li knocked on the door, raised his voice thoughtfully, and said to the person opposite: "I'm in!" After waiting for a few seconds, he felt that the men and women inside should have already dressed, so Li Li turned the doorknob and left. went in.
To his disappointment, Han Zhan and Song Ci were not doing anything shameful.
(end of this chapter)