At the airport, Yan Jiang greeted Fu Hanshen's team, and noticed that there was a man he knew in the same team, and some doubts flashed in his heart. "Mr. Long, why are you here?" The Mr. Long mentioned by Yan Jiangkou was not someone else, but Long Yu.
Behind Long Yu was three men and one woman, all in their 30s and 40s, and they all seemed ordinary. Long Yu smiled at Yan Jiang and explained: "Madam is worried about Miss Song Fei's comfort, so she sent us to go with her to protect the safety of their team."
Yan Jiang looked at Long Yu with deep meaning.
Although Long Yu is Song Ci's bodyguard, he only takes orders from Han Zhan. The only one who could mobilize them was Han Zhan. Long Yu was obviously not telling the truth just now. Knowing the chaos in the Congo and worrying about Song Fei's safety, did Han Zhan send Long Yu and the others to the Congo on purpose
Yan Jiang always felt that this incident revealed a trace of weirdness and unusualness.
At the same time, on the flight from Shunchen City to Haicheng, Han Zhan suddenly said to Song Ci: "Brother Long has some things to deal with at home, and I will send you a new driver when we return from our honeymoon."
"What happened to his house?"
"His grandfather's health is failing, and he has to spend the last time with the old man." Han Zhan silently apologized to Long Yu's grandfather who passed away the year before last.
"That's why I should go back and be with you. I'm fine, as long as you arrange people around me, I can rest assured." Han Zhan will never send a helpless driver to protect her.
"That's good." It took about two hours to fly from Shunchen to Haicheng, Song Ci said, "Brother Han, do your own thing, and I'll watch a movie." She found a Polish movie called "365dni" looked up.
Han Zhan took out a book from his carry-on suitcase and put it on the table. Song Ci glanced at the book cover, and saw three characters written with a brush——
Tao Te Ching.
Song Ci's expression changed slightly. She looked at Han Zhan's Tao Te Ching, and then watched her own passion movie, and suddenly felt that Brother Han's soul had become sacred and interesting.
Noticing Song Ci's small eyes, Han Zhan asked her with a smile: "What are you thinking?"
Song Ci asked: "Brother Han is studying philosophy recently?"
Han Zhan nodded, "Yes."
"Why study this?"
Han Zhan: "Pretentious."
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then clasped his hands together and complimented Han Zhan: "Mr. Han is really a wonderful person."
"You watch a movie." Han Zhan opened the book to the bookmark page, lowered his head and concentrated on reading.
Song Ci put on the earphones and turned on the movie.
Before I knew it, an hour had passed. Han Zhan's neck is also a little tired from reading with his head down all the time. He reached out to hold the back of his neck and squeezed it, raised his head and shook his head.
When he shook his head, his expression suddenly became astonished when he caught a glimpse of the picture on the display screen in front of Song Ci.
Song Ci actually watched eighteen banned pornographic movies on the plane!
Seeing Han Zhan staring at the movie in front of her with a strange look in his eyes, Song Ci took off his earphones and asked intimately, "Brother Han, do you want to watch it? Give you the earphones?"
Han Zhan shook his head with a complicated expression, "No, I don't want to watch it." It's not suitable to watch this on a plane.
At this time, the stewardess came from the front with a tray, and Han Zhan quickly covered the display screen with a blanket, fearing that the stewardess would find out. When the stewardess left, Song Ci took off the towel and laughed at him: "Brother Han is so simple?"
Han Zhan looked serious and serious. "Watching such a large-scale movie in public has a bad effect."
"Then I will block it, and others will not see it." Song Ci picked up Han Zhan's Tao Te Ching and blocked it beside her display screen.
Han Zhan quickly snatched his book away and said, "Don't dirty my Tao Te Ching." He also blew on the cover of the book.
Song Ci was amused by him, so he had to turn off the movie. After the movie was turned off, Song Ci recalled the movie she just watched in her mind. After a while, she came to a conclusion: "That man's figure is not as good as Brother Han's."
Han Zhan bent his lips, "Thank you for the affirmation."
At about nine o'clock in the morning, the plane arrived in Haicheng. The two had lunch at the airport before boarding the flight to Vienna at one o'clock. After the plane took off, Song Ci fell asleep after talking to Han Zhan for a while.
Song Ci fell asleep, her lips were slightly parted, and a little saliva could be seen at the corner of her lips. Han Zhan felt that Song Ci's sleeping appearance was cute and cute, so he couldn't help taking out his digital camera to take a picture of Song Ci's sleeping face.
Thinking of those bigwigs and friends in the WeChat circle taking their wives to travel, they always have to share their mood and pictures. Han Zhan felt that the most beautiful scenery was his wife. After getting off the plane and arriving at the hotel, Han Zhan updated his circle of friends.
Tonight, all the bosses and elites who have added Han Zhan’s WeChat Moments, entered the WeChat Moments, and saw Han Zhan who seldom updated Moments, sent a Moments tonight——
Han Zhan: [My wife is so beautiful, attached picture.jpg.]
Song Ci is indeed beautiful, even when she is asleep. Under Han Zhan's WeChat, everyone commented that Mrs. Han is as beautiful as a flower, as beautiful as a fairy, and she is a fairy.
After Song Ci took a bath, she rubbed a layer of fragrant body lotion on her body. She changed into the sexy pajamas she had prepared in advance, and walked out of the bathroom. Seeing Han Zhan sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, she deliberately pulled the neckline of the pajamas lower, and walked towards Han Zhan silently.
Standing behind Han Zhan, Song Ci bent down to wrap his arms around Han Zhan, and slipped his hands into the thin shirt.
"Brother Han."
Biting Han Zhan's ear, Song Ci pretended to be dissatisfied, "Just look at me, why are you staring at your phone?"
Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci's troublesome hand, handed the phone screen in front of her, and said to her enthusiastically like a child waiting for praise: "Cibao, I sent you to my circle of friends, my friend They're all praising you for looking good."
"Yes, let me see!"
Song Ci happily took the phone, and when she lowered her head, she saw the picture of her hair slightly messed up after falling asleep, and her mouth was about to drool, and she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. "You sent a picture of me drooling! You still don't have a P picture! Han Zhan, what kind of hatred do you have with me!"
After being scolded by Song Ci, Han Zhan's head was covered.
He looked at the photos on his phone, and then at Song Ci's most real appearance in front of him, feeling a little aggrieved. "You are so beautiful, why don't you use P pictures, only crooked melons and cracked dates use P pictures"
"What do you know, P-pictures are the most basic respect for a girl!" Even though she is stunning enough, P-pictures have become a ritual.
Han Zhan would like to remember this rule, and apologized with a good attitude: "I will remember the P picture in the future."
There is no need to delete photos that have already been seen by friends. Song Ci returned the phone to Han Zhan, "I forgive you this time."
Han Zhan put away his mobile phone, held Song Ci's hand, and was about to taste the beauty along her fingertips. At this time, Song Ci suddenly pushed Han Zhan's head away, "Wait a minute, I'm going to the toilet!"
After she finished speaking, she got into the toilet.
Han Zhan thought she had an upset stomach, so he picked up his phone, downloaded a P-map software, and studied P-map tutorials.
(end of this chapter)