All the guests at the scene stood up and watched the bride enter the venue slightly sideways. Seeing the noble and glamorous Song Ci, everyone was breathless. Han Zhan's godmothers all stared at Song Ci with satisfaction, their eyes loving and excited.
Song Ci's mind was in a mess, her feet stepped on the soft grass, as if she was trapped in the clouds. She looked at Han Zhan on the wedding platform, and was stared at by him with a pair of hot eyes that could melt people. No matter how thick-skinned Song Ci was, she was a little shy.
Slightly bowing her head, Song Ci thought to herself: Brother Han, can't your eyes be restrained
Shen Yubei brought Song Ci to Han Zhan. This was the first time Shen Yubei saw Han Zhan in person, and he felt a little sour in his heart.
Cheap this old boy!
Han Zhan bent down and called out respectfully: "Teacher Shen."
Shen Yubei hummed, and placed Song Ci's hand in Han Zhan's. At the same time, Shen Yubei told Han Zhan: "Song Ci is the child I watched growing up, you can't bully her just because she has no father and mother."
"She still has me."
Han Zhan's heart trembled. He looked at Shen Yubei seriously with lowered eyes, and promised: "Teacher, don't worry, I will never let Song Ci down."
"Do what you say." Shen Yubei patted Song Ci on the back and reminded her: "Come on stage with him."
"Thank you, teacher."
Song Ci was led by Han Zhan to the ceremony stage.
The two stood facing each other, holding hands, looking at each other.
The respected president of the Chamber of Commerce stated that he was the witness of their wedding.
The statement is a humorous old man. He poured two glasses of wine and said a classic saying: "The wine of love is sweet but bitter. If two people drink it, it is nectar; if three people drink it, it is sour vinegar; if you drink it casually, you will be poisoned."
"Come on, after drinking this glass of nectar, in this life, don't drink it with others again!" While speaking, the statement looked at Han Zhan meaningfully, as if looking at a scumbag.
Han Zhan was very helpless.
Chen Chen handed the wine glasses to Song Ci and Han Zhan respectively, they looked at each other and smiled, and drank the wine.
The expression on the statement suddenly changed, he spread out a certificate, and said in an old voice:
"I am happy that the two surnames are married today, and they will make a covenant together. The good relationship will last forever, and the match will be the same name. Look at the peach blossoms on this day, and it is suitable for IKEA. It is predicted that the year will be full of melons, and Erchang Erzhi. I would like to write to Hongjian with the covenant of white heads. , so that the alliance of red leaves will be recorded in the mandarin tree."
The statement raised his head, glanced at Han Zhan, and then at the young and beautiful bride Song Ci, he asked Han Zhan: "Han Zhan, would you like to marry Song Ci and stay together for the rest of your life? ?”
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci, his pretty face turned red, and then he replied, "I am willing."
The statement then asked Song Ci: "Song Ci, are you willing to marry Han Zhan and stay together for the rest of your life?"
"I would."
"Okay, let's exchange tokens."
Li Li took the ring box and walked behind Han Zhan. Han Zhan stretched out his white gloved right hand, took out the ring, and put it on for Song Ci himself.
The ring was custom-made by Han Zhan for Song Ci. On the prong-set palladium ring setting is a luxurious diamond exuding crystal brilliance. The diamond has a net weight of 6.2. carats, a clarity of FL, a D color, and a 3EX perfect cut.
This is a rare and precious diamond in terms of size, clarity and cut.
This diamond was bought by Han Zhan and Mo Yao on the phone two months ago, the day he and Song Ci had just received the certificate.
Mo Yao is a jewelry supplier, and she is also a jewelry collector herself. This diamond was purchased by Mo Yao from a diamond dealer in Africa at a high price of 4 million five years ago. Han Zhan sincerely wanted to buy it, so Mo Yao sold it to him at the original price.
The cost of this diamond ring itself is only more than 4 million, but its market value is immeasurable. It can be sold at an astonishingly high price in any auction house.
Song Ci's slender fingers looked even more beautiful with the diamond ring on.
The guests below couldn't help but took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Compared with Song Ci's high-profile and luxurious diamond ring, Han Zhan's ring is much lower-key. His ring was a simple ring with a black diamond set in the center.
Song Ci felt wronged by Han Zhan, so she decided to knit five sweaters for Han Zhan after the wedding!
After the token of love was exchanged, the two signed their own names on the marriage certificate. Han Zhan, who has always had a wild and unrestrained writing style, wrote in block letters when he signed the certificate.
Song Ci also imitated him and wrote his name neatly.
The names of Han Zhan and Song Ci are next to each other, and the fate of the two will be bound together for a lifetime. Song Ci stared at the marriage certificate, and suddenly wanted to ask Han Zhan, you said you had a secret to tell me in your previous life, what was it
It's a pity that Han Zhan has no memory of his previous life.
The statement closed the marriage certificate, and said loudly: "Licheng!"
Li Li suddenly pushed Han Zhan, Han Zhan was unprepared and rushed towards Song Ci. Song Ci hurriedly hugged Han Zhan, and the two staggered a few steps before they stood still.
Below, the young people are booing: "Kiss!"
After closing the door of the house, Han Zhan is an old hooligan who doesn't care about meat and vegetables, but outside, being stared at by so many elders who watched him grow up, Han Zhan can't let go.
Song Ci suddenly held Han Zhan's face, kissed him on the mouth, and then kissed him on the forehead, giving the kiss a lipstick mark.
The booing was even louder.
Han Aoyu said to his wife beside him, "We are shy!"
Mrs. Chen smiled forgivingly, "Zhan Zhan, I'm sorry." She looked at Song Ci, and said, "Your granddaughter-in-law is quite cute."
Han Aoyu couldn't help but sigh, "Girl Song is very nice, she is beautiful and kind-hearted, she can talk, knit sweaters, fly airplanes, and I heard that she plays the violin very well, and she can still eat." Han Aoyu shook his head, flattered Said: "Anywhere is fine."
Old lady Chen just smiled lightly.
Han Zhan didn't get married until he was in his thirties, and she could understand that the old man was happy.
After the wedding, everyone drove to the hotel for dinner. Song Ci and Han Zhan took a group of wedding photos in the forest before heading to the hotel.
I also had a very happy meal, and there was no phenomenon of frantic persuasion. Because there were few people, Song Ci only drank two glasses after a round of toasting. Night
There was also a party at the party, and after dinner, the guests all stayed in the hotel, some played cards, some sang. Han Zhan and Song Ci greeted their friends, played a few rounds of cards, and took Song Ci upstairs to formally meet his godmothers.
All three godmothers are here.
Mo Yao was wearing a white V-neck suit skirt, sitting on the sofa obliquely, with a pair of white jade feet resting on Li Yao's lap. Li Yao gently brushed Mo Yao's soles with a feather, and Mo Yao squinted his eyes, as if enjoying it.
As soon as Song Ci entered the room, she saw this scene. She was startled, and a sentence flashed through her mind——
The domineering female president and her little sweetheart!
Seeing Li Yao's healthy and well-shaped figure under the suit jacket, Song Ci was a little embarrassed.
This little sweetheart is not too small.
Singer Di Rongrong took off her dress and wore a nightdress with suspenders. She knelt on the carpet beside the coffee table, looking through her bag with her head down. While looking for something, Di Rongrong said, "Come on, play mahjong, Mo Yao, you have so much money, are you afraid of losing to me?"
Mo Yao squinted his eyes and said nothing.
The female diplomat Jin Luolan was staring at the TV, watching the movie Titanic, she was staring at the face of the leading actor, Xiao Li, without blinking.
Jin Luolan acted like I am a good-looking dog, I am proud, and I care for the handsome guy. It is difficult to compare her with the venomous tongue in front of the media, who often insults reporters from other countries' media so much that she dare not even fart. Diplomats linked.
Han Zhan coughed and said in a low voice, "Godmother, I brought you Song Ci." Hearing this, the three godmothers all raised their heads and looked at Song Ci. Their eyes were bright, as if Looking at treasures.
Song Ci's muscles tensed up.
She stood beside Han Zhan, nodded slightly, and shouted to the three women: "Hello godmothers!"
Di Rongrong hurriedly stood up, dragged Song Ci to the single sofa next to Mo Yao and sat down. "Song Ci, I think all your friends call you Song Song, so let's call you Song Song too."
"Good godmother." Thinking of Li Yao's previous advice, Song Ci quickly flattered Di Rongrong: "Godmother, what brand of liquid foundation do you use? It's so docile. It looks like the skin has zero pores, which is better than mine." It's okay!"
Li Yao looked up at Song Ci, wanting to smile or not.
Di Rongrong touched her face embarrassingly, and said shyly: "Oh, Song Song, you have good eyesight. In terms of good skin, your other two godmothers can't compare to me. I am a skin care expert. Start paying attention to maintenance at a young age.”
When it comes to skin care experience, Di Rongrong chatters endlessly.
Song Ci listened with a smile, full of patience, and there was no sign of impatience on her face.
Han Zhan held back a smile and glanced at Song Ci. When Di Rongrong was talking about how to wash his face to better clear the pore garbage, Han Zhan finally interrupted Di Rongrong: "Mother Rongrong, why don't you write a book when you have time?" This skin care book is published, give Song Ci a copy and let her learn from your book?"
Di Rongrong's eyes lit up, "You are right, ah Zhan Zhan, you are so smart!"
Di Rongrong stopped playing mahjong. She turned on her computer and prepared to write a book.
Song Ci could tell that this Di Rongrong was a little confused and out of tune except that she sang really nicely. She had heard that her teacher had a crush on Di Rongrong before, and Song Ci felt quite surprised. She never thought that the teacher would like such a cute and confused girl.
Only then did Song Ci take out a photo of Yan Jiang from her bag.
She gave the photobook to Jin Luolan, "Godmother Luolan, Yan Jiang heard that you are his fan. Before going to Africa, he specially gave me his autographed photo so that I could give it to you. He said, It is his honor to be liked by you."
Jin Luolan took the photo and fondled it fondly. She carefully put the book into her bag, looked up at Song Ci lovingly, touched Song Ci's face, and praised her: "Song Song, you are such a kind and caring little padded jacket."
Song Ci smiled obediently.
She is so cute, who wouldn't love her
Seeing that Song Ci had easily bought the hearts of Jin Luolan and Di Rongrong, Mo Yao was a little curious about what method Song Ci planned to use to please her.
Only then did Song Ci walk up to Mo Yao, she couldn't resist Mo Yao's powerful aura. "Mo Yao godmother. I also prepared a gift for you." Song Ci tried to be more calm and calm. This is the most difficult woman to deal with!
Song Ci directly handed a notebook to Mo Yao.
Mo Yao took the note, flipped through it several times, and suddenly closed the note. She raised her eyes, took a deep look at Song Ci, and asked her, "Where did you get this note?"
Song Ci said: "This was written by my father when he was still alive."
Mo Yao looked at her with probing eyes. "Your father." She stared at the handwriting on the title page of the notebook, and said, "What is your relationship with the Mo family?"
Hearing this, Li Yao who was playing with his mobile phone suddenly raised his head and stared at Mo Yao. Glancing at Song Ci, seeing Song Ci's confused face, Li Yao explained: "The Mo family in Sichuan City."
Song Ci is still at a loss.
Only then did Mo Yao say: "The Mo family in Chuancheng, the first legendary family of traditional Chinese medicine, is said to have mastered the art of regenerating bones and regenerating muscles, and reviving spring with dead trees. What is your relationship with the Mo family?"
"It's okay." Song Ci had never heard of the Mo family, she said, "I've never heard of it."
Mo Yao looked at her suspiciously, and then looked at the notes. She put the notebook in Li Yao's arms, and then asked casually: "Is your father a very good Chinese medicine doctor? What's his name?"
Song Ci: "My name is Song Tingyun. He is very powerful. In the past, people from several nearby villages would come to see him for infertility, sore backs and leg pains, and other intractable diseases."
Song Fei's talent in medicine may have followed Song Tingyun.
Hearing the words of infertility, Li Yao gave Song Ci a suspicious look, then looked down at the notebook in his hand. After Mo Yao listened to Song Ci's words, she nodded and said, "If my wish comes true, Song Song, I will give you a company and you will be the proprietress."
Song Ci thought to himself: The richest man is the richest man, so he can give it to a company at will.
She made a joke, "Forget about the company, I don't have the ability to run it well. If the godmother really likes me, she will give me a building and let me be a charter."
"OK."
Mo Yao sat up, pointing to a small box next to the sofa, she said to Song Ci: "It's the first time we meet, please prepare a small gift, take a look, do you like it?"
Song Ci thanked him, and took Han Zhan to the side of the box. Han Zhan helped her open the box, Song Ci looked down and was blinded on the spot. She saw a pile of golden bars!
As expected of the richest man in Asia, this gift is real! It's fine to give away gold bars, as a gift is a box, sure enough!
Mo Yao took out the gift, and Di Rongrong also got up from the computer desk, walked over with a gift box and handed it to Song Ci, "I'm not as proud as your godmother Mo Yao, my gift is shabby."
It is said to be shabby, but it is also a luxury brand bracelet with a price of more than 100,000. "Thank you godmother Rong Rong, I like this gift very much."
In terms of money, as a national civil servant, Jin Luolan was not as bold as Mo Yao and Di Rongrong. She gave Song Ci a collection of calligraphy and paintings.
After seeing the godmothers and getting their unanimous approval, Song Ci and Han Zhan returned to their guest rooms.
As soon as he entered the room, Song Ci was paralyzed on the bed.
She was too tired to move a finger.
Han Zhan put Song Ci's head on his lap and rubbed her shoulders intimately.
Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "The Mo family is awesome?" Mo Yao just glanced at her father's notes and asked her if she knew the Mo family. Judging from Mo Yao's reaction at the time, the Mo family seems to have a lot of background.
"The Mo family is a true medical family with a thousand years of history in our country. How powerful is the current head of the Mo family? To put it simply, with a population of more than 1.3 billion in our country, he only treats the top few people."
Song Ci snapped her fingers, and she said, "Chief physician?"
"almost."
Song Ci lay on Han Zhan's lap. She pointed to her back and said, "Give me a massage on my waist."
"good."
"Brother Han, why do you think Mo Yao's godmother asked me if I knew the Mo family? Could it be that my father has something to do with the Mo family?" Song Ci is not really stupid and sweet, some things can be detected after calming down and thinking a little to the weird.
Since Mo Yao asked that, there must be a reason.
Han Zhan said suddenly, "Song Ci, do you think an orphan has to work hard and strive hard to have the amazing talent of your parents?"
This question directly stopped Song Ci.
Dad's superb Chinese medicine skills can't be learned simply by studying in college for a few years. Mother is proficient in many languages, she is also good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is a talented woman.
She has never thought deeply about a question, as an orphan, helpless, how did her parents study? At that time, the country did not have compulsory education, and orphanages were not as formal as they are now.
In that era, not to mention orphans, even children from ordinary families were rarely proficient in foreign languages. If you come from a good family background and can speak English, you are regarded as highly educated.
Thinking about it this way, Song Ci understood the violation.
Song Ci looked up at Han Zhan and asked him, "Brother Han, have you investigated my parents?"
This question is not easy to answer.
After a little hesitation, Han Zhan nodded. "I did a simple investigation on my parents-in-law." He told a white lie, "I saw that you don't have any relatives in this marriage, so I wanted to investigate the background of your parents-in-law to see if there are any relatives." .”
Song Ci asked eagerly, "Then what's the result?"
Seeing that Song Ci acted like he didn't mind investigating the information of his parents-in-law privately, Han Zhan felt relieved. Han Zhan told Song Ci: "There are many mysteries about your parents. The information I found shows that your parents suddenly appeared in Wangdong City 35 years ago. Before that, there were no two people in this world, Jiang Mengmeng and Song Tingyun. personal"
Song Ci was startled. She sat up with her legs crossed, and murmured in disbelief, "How is this possible? Thirty-five years ago, my parents were also in their twenties. They can't just come out of nowhere!"
Han Zhan knew that Song Ci's heart must be full of doubts. He squeezed Song Ci's palm as if to comfort him, and said in a calm tone: "I think their identities are fake. The two names Jiang Mengmeng and Song Tingyun , is a pseudonym."
"As for their real names, I don't know either."
Song Ci just thought it was ridiculous. If the father wasn't Song Tingyun, then who was he originally? Mother Jiang Mengmeng, who is it
Song Ci's heart was full of question marks, and she couldn't sleep.
At this time, Song Fei finally woke up, and she made a video call to Song Ci.
Song Ci connected the video and came to the small living room with her mobile phone. She put the mobile phone on the ashtray and leaned against the water glass to stabilize it. Song Ci sat on the sofa and said hello to Song Fei with a lot of thoughts. "Song Fei, are you awake?"
"Hmm." Seeing that Song Ci was wearing pajamas, Song Fei asked her, "I'm resting, are you done with the wedding?"
"Well, there's a party tonight." Song Ci had been thinking about her parents, a little absent-minded, and didn't talk much.
"Are you worried?" Song Fei asked her.
Song Ci couldn't hide her thoughts, she asked Song Fei: "Song Fei, do you think parents will lie to us?"
The casual expression on Song Fei's face gradually became serious. She stared at Song Ci, frowned and asked, "Why do you ask that?"
Song Ci was a little uneasy. She said, "Brother Han told me that our parents' names were fake. Our mother's name was not Jiang Mengmeng, and our father's name was not Song Tingyun. It is very likely that something happened to them and they hid When I arrived in Wangdong City, I lived a life of incognito.”
"The fact that it's an orphan's background is probably false." After Song Ci finished speaking, she stared at Song Fei's face closely, not letting go of any slight reaction from her.
However, Song Fei just nodded coldly, and said to her: "Congratulations, you finally realized that you have been kept in the dark by your parents all these years." It's not without reason that she called Song Ci a little idiot.
Song Ci gritted her teeth and asked Song Fei, "You already knew?"
Song Fei asked back: "How many orphans have you seen who are as outstanding as our parents?"
Song Ci realized how idiot she was, she asked Song Fei: "What else do you know? Tell me, don't hide it from me."
Song Fei: "It's nothing else. What your parents kept from you, they also kept from me."
Song Ci didn't doubt Song Fei's words. She suddenly said, "Song Fei, tell me, is it possible that they are absconding murderers?" Song Ci has no other skills, but her imagination is quite rich.
Song Fei: ""
"Have you watched too many gangster movies recently?"
Song Ci also knew that she was thinking too much, but she just wanted to know what her parents were hiding from them.
"Happy wedding, Song Ci. I have to go to work, let's talk next time."
"All right."
Knowing how busy Song Fei was at work, Song Ci didn't bother Song Fei anymore and hung up the phone directly.
Song Fei went back to her room, opened the closet, and found a loose T-shirt and jeans. After changing her clothes, she went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles for herself.
Song Fei doesn't know how to cook, and the clear soup she cooked for a bowl of noodles lacks water. Staring at the boiling water and noodles rolling in the pot, Song Fei murmured: "Little idiot, it's enough for you to be responsible for the silly white sweets, knowing so much what to do."
Some things, even if Song Fei knew, she would not tell Song Ci.
For example, their mother used to get involved with a man. For example, they also have a half-brother——
As night falls, the feast begins.
The party is the world of young people.
Song Ci and Han Zhan, dressed in Chinese costumes, performed the opening dance under the attention of everyone. Song Ci's dancing posture can be soft but domineering. She wore a lavender dress and danced with Han Zhan on the dance floor, dancing a waltz.
Song Ci's dance was learned from a professional teacher, while Han Zhan, a half-assed dancer, didn't know how to dance at all. Before the wedding, he crammed into his feet and learned it for two days. Fortunately, Han Zhan is not stupid. Although the waltz dance is not excellent, there is no joke.
After the dance, Song Ci lay in Han Zhan's arms and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you'd step on my feet."
Han Zhan was a little embarrassed, "Should I be rewarded?"
Song Ci told Han Zhan mysteriously: "I have prepared a surprise for you."
Han Zhan felt that he might be more shocked than surprised.
It was half past eight when the guests finished the first dance. Song Ci went back to her room to change into a dance skirt. When she returned to the ballroom wearing a golden Bra and a goldfishtail skirt, everyone cheered!
"Wow, Song Song, belly dancing?"
Han Zhan, Li Li and the others stood drinking together. Hearing this movement, he turned around in surprise and looked towards the entrance.
Seeing Song Ci's bold attire, Han Zhan's breathing was a little stagnant.
This is to rebel!
Song Ci's wavy curly hair was draped behind her shoulders, and her bright eyes contained the charm of being drunk. She caught a glimpse of Han Zhan and blinked at him deliberately. Han Zhan felt like being teleported.
The dance skirt on her body was very revealing, and the slender waist that Han Zhan had seen and touched was exposed so openly that it was hard not to attract attention.
She didn't wear any jewelry, and she has turned all living beings upside down.
Han Zhan's eyes were burning, and he wanted to pull Song Ci away. It's just that there are so many people watching at the scene, and tonight is their wedding party, Han Zhan couldn't bear to spoil Song Ci's interest.
Song Ci walked up to Han Zhan and reached out to hold Han Zhan. "Brother Han, you stand here." Song Ci chose the best position for Han Zhan so that he could enjoy the next dance.
Standing aside with arms crossed, Han Zhan saw Song Ci tidying up her skirt and standing in the middle of the dance floor, nodding to the drummer.
The drummer also nodded to Song Ci, and then he beat the leather drum with both hands, making rhythmic music. Song Ci's buttocks shook as the drum beat.
As soon as she shook, Han Zhan knew that she was a master of belly dancing.
When the drum beats were most urgent and intensive, Song Ci seemed to be possessed by a water snake, his feet stood still, but his waist, shoulders and hips were twisting crazily, as if he had no bones.
Han Zhan was the closest to Song Ci. He clearly felt Song Ci's charm, and his body even reacted.
Song Ci stepped on the spot and turned around, as if she was tireless and wouldn't get dizzy. The skirt fluttered under her body, brushing past Han Zhan's trouser legs, touching Han Zhan's heart.
Han Zhan felt the charm of Song Ci, and by the same token, others could feel it too. Both men and women at the scene were shouting Song Ci's name, and even some girls couldn't help but twist their waists.
Behind Han Zhan, Li Li and Bei Zhan were also howling.
Han Zhan glanced at Li Li and Bei Zhan's faces without any warmth in his eyes. The two men caught Han Zhan's gaze, quickly lowered their heads, and stopped talking or screaming.
Finally, Song Ci finished dancing the house.
She was a little hot, and sweat broke out on her forehead. Song Ci wiped off the sweat, and when she looked up, she saw Han Zhan striding over. Approaching, Han Zhan quickly took off his suit jacket and put it on Song Ci's body.
Han Zhan held Song Ci's cheek, bowed his head and kissed her forehead. When leaving, Song Ci heard Han Zhan warn her: "There will be absolutely no next time."
Song Ci raised her head and showed Han Zhan a clean and beautiful smile.
With that smile, Han Zhan's heart trembled.
Song Ci was pulled to the seat by Han Zhan. Song Ci leaned against Han Zhan's arms and asked him, "Brother Han, can I dance well?"
Han Zhan couldn't lie, "Okay."
Song Ci was satisfied.
At tonight's event, Han Zhan's elders were hardly seen, and all of them were young people. Song Ci's friends are from all walks of life.
When it came to the performance of friends, Song Ci's friends came to the stage to sing. Some perform magic tricks, others dance. When it was Han Wangwang's turn to take the stage, she directly performed a live DJ for her little cousin and uncle.
Han Wangwang's DJing skills are very good, and the young people in the audience all follow up to the bar, dancing crazily.
Han Zhan sat on the sofa with Da Ma Jindao, with his hands spread across the back of the sofa. The loud DJ sound could not affect his emotions at all, he was like an old cadre, drinking plain water with a blank expression.
Song Ci was wearing Han Zhan's coat, standing in his arms, dancing wildly. The twisting of the waist made the mouth dry.
Han Zhan looked up at Song Ci's crazy appearance, his Adam's apple rolled for a while, he drank the boiled water in one gulp, and raised his hand to call for the waiter. "Please, give me a glass of ice water." -
After Han Wangwang's performance, Liang Bo came on stage again with a microphone.
Liang Bo sang the song "Want to Win One's Heart". He is a relatively popular newcomer singer recently, and everyone is still very supportive. When he finished singing, there was thunderous applause.
Liang Bo stepped off the stage and toasted Song Ci and Han Zhan with a glass of wine. He had a very sweet mouth. He wished Song Ci and Han Zhan: "I wish the goddess Song Song and Mr. Han to have a precious son early, love stronger than gold, and grow old together!"
Han Zhan drank the glass of wine, and when Liang Bo left, he pointed his finger at Bei Zhan. Bei Zhan came over, leaned over and asked Han Zhan, "What's the matter, Mr. Han?"
Han Zhan said: "Notify Yuhua to start the god-making plan as soon as possible. I want to make Liang Bo the most dazzling star, and he will become the god of song." Such a talking child should be popular!
Bei Zhan twitched the corner of his mouth and said hello.
He straightened up and searched Liang Bo in the crowd with a glass of wine, feeling a little envious.
Why is life so good for this child
Before the party was over, Han Zhan took Song Ci and left early.
Song Ci was not crazy enough, and was dragged by Han Zhan to the elevator. Her high heels stepped on the carpet with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and her walking was a little unsteady.
Song Ci drank a lot of wine, her face was flushed, she grabbed Han Zhan's arm and acted like a baby: "Brother Han, I haven't had enough fun yet, why are you so boring?"
Hearing her coquettish voice, Han Zhan's whole body was numb.
"Not having fun? It's okay, Brother Han will play with you." Han Zhan pulled Song Ci into the No. 6 elevator, which was only open to special personnel.
Song Ci leaned on Han Zhan's shoulder, showing a suspicious look.
She muttered: "Brother Han is like a wooden man, he can't dance or dance, what can you play with me?" Play peek-a-boo? Landlords
The elevator door gradually closed. At the same time, the staff in the monitoring room received instructions to immediately cut off the monitoring in the elevator where Han Zhan was.
Song Ci's head was in a daze, and she didn't know what nonsense she was talking about. Song Ci didn't wake up until she was pushed down by Han Zhan and her back was pressed against the wall.
"Han brother woo!"
With her lips blocked, Song Ci could no longer speak.
Outside the door of No. 6 elevator, all signs were put on the elevator maintenance. In No. 6 elevator, Song Ci was dragged into hell by Han Zhan, and then brought to the cloud
Floating and sinking, lingering endlessly.
Finally a wedding!
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