After entering the toilet, Song Ci sat on the toilet seat. She took her mobile phone, quickly edited a message and sent it to Moments. Putting down the phone, Song Ci stared at herself in the mirror, opened the small makeup case, and took out a lace queen eye mask from it.
Song Ci was getting ready in the bathroom, and Han Zhan stood at the door and asked Song Ci, "Porcelain, which one is better, PS or Meitu Xiuxiu?"
Song Ci: "For beginners, use Meitu Xiuxiu."
Han Zhan nodded and deleted the PS. He promised again: "In the future, I will definitely make you more beautiful."
Han Zhan was a little curious when he didn't hear the movement inside. "Porcelain, what are you doing?"
Song Ci put down her eyeliner, pursed her flaming red lips, and said, "Surprise."
"Am looking forward to."
Han Zhan turned around and walked towards the sofa. As soon as he sat down, he heard the sound of the toilet doorknob turning. Han Zhan raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw Song Ci standing under the door.
She was wearing a pure black suspender silk pajamas, her long curly hair was draped behind her back, and a lace queen eye patch was tied on her face. She drew eyeliner, under the sexy and mysterious eye mask, a pair of slender and charming eyes, shining brightly.
Han Zhan's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he forgot what he wanted to say.
Song Ci walked up to Han Zhan barefoot. On her porcelain-white jade shoulders, there were only two very thin straps hanging, as if they could be snapped off with a single hook. Han Zhan hooked a strap with his hand, and then asked her: "When did you buy the pajamas? You look good in them."
"I went to the mall to buy the hair on the day I received it." Song Ci kissed Han Zhan's brow, leaving a mark of lipstick on his brow.
"Brother Han." Song Ci bent down, and she lifted Han Zhan's chin with her slender index finger. Looking down at Han Zhan's throbbing Adam's apple, Song Ci raised her red lips and smiled domineeringly. "The first night of honeymoon, don't waste time, Brother Han"
Han Zhan took a deep look at her, and suddenly pulled her into his arms"
In the middle of the night, Wan Lai was silent.
Han Zhan was wearing a pair of trousers, standing on the balcony, holding a cup of warm tea in his hand. In the room, Song Ci had already fallen asleep. After being exhausted, she fell asleep in a good posture, and her long hair was all scattered on Han Zhan's pillow.
Leaning his back against the railing, Han Zhan looked at Song Ci who was sleeping soundly on the big bed, and suddenly thought of a word.
Know the taste from the marrow.
Ding dong—
Han Zhan received a WeChat message from his grandfather.
Calculating the time, it is already early morning in China. I don't know why grandpa is looking for me in the morning. Han Zhan unlocked the phone, opened the chat interface with his grandfather, and clicked on the unread voice.
Han Zhan heard his grandfather say: [Haha, you boy, why were you so fat before? Just now I was looking at Miss Song’s circle of friends and saw your photos at that time, I despise you!]
Han Zhan: [Huh? What circle of friends? ] He returned a voice message to his grandfather.
Grandpa: [Didn't you see it?]
Han Zhan exited the chat interface and found Song Ci who was on the top. After entering her circle of friends, he discovered that Song Ci had updated a circle of friends a few hours ago.
Song Ci: [Guess who this cute and honest little fat man is? attached picture.jpg. ] Song Ci's picture is a fat photo of Han Zhan when he was 12 years old. This was taken by Song Ci in Han Zhan's hometown a few days ago from Han's photo album with his mobile phone.
When Han Zhan saw the picture, his mind collapsed.
Song Ci has many WeChat friends, and Han Zhan is not sure how many people have seen the photos. When Song Ci posted on Moments, it was three o'clock in the middle of the night. Calculating the time, she should have posted it while hiding in the toilet.
Han Zhan can only pray that not many people see the photos.
He put down the water glass and the phone, went back to the room, found Song Ci's phone, and unlocked it with her fingerprint.
Song Ci slept like a pig and didn't know about it. Song Ci's friends stayed up most of the night and were all active on various social software. When Han Zhan opened Song Ci's WeChat, he saw the number '65' displayed on the bottom row of WeChat.
Han Zhan opened the feed, and saw rows of comments and likes under Song Ci's Moments feed.
Friend A: [Who is this? Chubby and cute.]
Friend B: [Look at the color of the eyes]
Friend C: [Could it be]
Friend D: [Your husband?]
Han Wangwang: [Hahaha, little cousin, you must have true love for little cousin! Only true love dares to be unscrupulous.]
Han Zhan had really seen how ruthless Song Ci was in revenge.
You will get revenge, you little bastard!
He put down his phone, lay down on the other side of the bed, and pinched Song Ci's nose in retaliation. Song Ci knocked off his hand reflexively, "Don't make trouble" she turned over and continued to sleep.
Han Zhan couldn't help sighing, "Cibao, can't you be kind to me?"-
In the early morning, Song Ci was sitting at the coffee table on the balcony, enjoying the morning sun, eating breakfast and watching all kinds of passers-by downstairs. The weather here is cooler. She wore a V-neck suspender silk dress, and a windbreaker over the skirt to keep out the cold.
Han Zhan opened the curtains, came out barebacked, saw her skirt with a low neckline under the windbreaker, frowned, and asked her, "Do you have to wear this to anger me?" She had forgotten the house rules.
Song Ci took a sip of milk and licked the milk bubbles on her lips. "How many days did you go to bed at ten o'clock on time? You can be unruly, and so can I."
Han Zhan himself broke the precept first, and it is really unreasonable to ask Song Ci to abide by the rules. However, Han Zhan felt a little appreciative of letting his lover go out in such a sexy dress.
"Can't you close the buttons of the windbreaker?" This was Han Zhan's final bottom line.
Song Ci put down the food in her hand, stood up, and walked in front of Han Zhan. She opened her arms and said, "Brother Han, help me." She said this gang, but her expression was as proud as a queen.
Han Zhan bent down and worked hard to button all the buttons of her windbreaker. "We'll go to Schönbrunn Palace in the morning, the Sissi Museum in the afternoon, and the Golden Hall in the evening. Put everything you need in your bag, and I'll carry it for you."
"good."
Song Ci went to pack up, and Han Zhan sat down to eat. After breakfast, Han Zhan made a phone call, and the hotel sent him a car in a short while. The driver stays with you all day long, has a good service attitude, and is ready to be dispatched at any time.
They went to Schönbrunn Palace first, and there were quite a lot of people in the scenic spot. Song Ci took a few pictures of Han Zhan and put away the camera. The two visited the Schönbrunn Palace and then went to the next attraction. After wandering around until evening, the two went to eat.
A funny thing happened during the meal. Han Zhan ordered Song Ci's well-known and expensive dishes in the restaurant, while he ordered a seemingly large amount of food for himself.
Song Ci laughed at him: "The ones you ordered are not very tasty, but the ones you ordered for me should be better."
Han Zhan: "You, I have to eat three servings to be full." This restaurant is extremely expensive. Han Zhan doesn't feel sorry for spending money on Song Ci, but he is reluctant to spend money on himself.
(end of this chapter)