Song Ci was really taken aback when this question came out of Song Fei's mouth. She quickly took out a tissue to wipe off the tea in front of her, and threw the tissue into the induction trash can.
When she looked up, she saw Song Fei staring at herself thoughtfully. Song Ci wiped the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, "You would ask such a thing." Is this still her iceberg-like aloof and cold sister
Song Fei said: "I am a human being, not a nun." The implication is that she also has emotions and desires. Song Fei didn't think it was a shameful thing, she said frankly: "Sometimes seeing Yan Jiang with a good-looking face dangling back and forth in front of me deliberately makes me feel a little distracted."
Song Ci: ""
I didn't expect you to be such a dishonest Song Fei.
"So, what's the answer?" Song Fei asked again patiently.
Song Fei asked for advice humbly, and Song Ci naturally wanted to explain her doubts. Song Ci said: "That, that, it also depends on the technique and the atmosphere."
She stammered and said, "You, you have to try it yourself. If you ask me, I can't give you a reference answer."
Song Fei let out an oh, and said nothing.
Song Ci's face was burning hot, and she couldn't stay any longer. She was about to leave when she heard Song Fei say, "I went shopping on Taobao yesterday, looking for a beautiful dress, but found that none of them suit me."
"The front and back are flat, so nothing will work." Song Fei looked down at her flat body, and then at Song Ci's, feeling distressed. "Is eating papaya really useful?"
Song Ci just felt ridiculous.
Is it because virus research is no longer attractive? Why has Song Fei become so weird recently
Repeatedly refreshed by Song Fei, Song Ci couldn't stay any longer. She stood up and hurriedly said: "I'm going to record a song, so I'm leaving first." After walking to the door, she turned her head and said to Song Fei: "Eating papaya may help, but you are already past the age of development. , or less fuss."
Walking out of Yan Jiang's house, Song Ci's face was hot.
She really didn't expect that Song Fei looked quite serious, but her heart was quite bold.
You can't judge people by their appearances.
After Song Ci left, Song Fei got up and went to the kitchen, staring at the box of papaya she just bought today in the refrigerator. After thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone and sent Yan Jiang a text message, which was short and only one sentence: [Come back early, I cooked dinner.]
In the psychological consultation room, Yan Jiang was being counseled by the psychological teacher.
Yan Jiang felt annoyed, facing the psychological teacher's face full of flesh, he just wanted to quickly end today's treatment and go home.
The psychiatrist was still there trying to persuade Yan Jiang: "Mr. Yan, your thoughts are very dangerous. Song Fei is a human being, not a pet, and not your private property. Everyone has thoughts. If you really want to make Song Fei If Fei stays by your side all the time, you have to respect her and support her."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Jiang interrupted: "Her ideal is to study and penetrate all the viruses in the world. She will fly all over the world. Do you want me to let her fly away?" Yan Jiang's expression turned cold. , "You want me to give up on her?"
Psychologist: ""
He was also very helpless for such an aggressive patient like Shangyan Jiang.
Yan Jiang didn't really want to accept psychological counseling at all.
There is no way, the psychiatrist can only use his trump card, "Miss Song Fei told me that after the psychotherapy is over, I will give you an evaluation form. If the evaluation fails or there is no progress, she will not be in a relationship with you." , I won’t have a baby with you anymore.”
These words were tantamount to a blow to the head, and instantly woke Yan Jiang up.
Yan Jiang suppressed the disgust and indifference in his eyes, pretended to be obedient and obedient, and said respectfully to the psychiatrist: "You are right, I should respect her and support her, what she is doing is benefiting the country. Limin's good deed, I can't hinder her pace."
Psychologist:""
Please don't speak against my will.
He was feeling troubled and didn't know where to start. At this moment, the cell phone in Yan Jiang's pocket rang suddenly. Yan Jiang set up special notifications for incoming calls and text messages for Song Fei. Hearing this voice, he raised his palm to the psychologist, "Wait a minute, I'll read a text message."
"Please."
Yan Jiang took out his mobile phone, and when he saw the text message from Song Fei, the restlessness in his heart disappeared immediately. The psychiatrist saw that Yan Jiang's gloomy face suddenly turned bright and sunny, and he couldn't help asking curiously, "Is it Song Fei's text message?"
"Yeah." Yan Jiang showed off to the heart doctor like a child showing off candy: "She cooks herself today and asked me to go home for dinner. You don't know, Song Fei can't cook. This is her first time. Cooking for the first time, she gave me the first time."
These words were very ambiguous, but the psychiatrist pretended not to understand, and he told Yan Jiang: "It seems that Song Fei likes you very much, and I gave you the first time I cooked, which shows that you are unique to him."
Hearing this made Yan Jiang feel at ease. "As expected of the best psychiatrist in our city, your analysis makes sense." You accidentally revealed the truth.
The doctor smiled awkwardly.
Half an hour later, the treatment was over, Yan Jiang put his hands in his pocket, put on his sunglasses, walked briskly, and hurried home to eat.
As soon as he left, the doctor picked up the landline and called Song Fei to report the situation. While Song Fei was cooking, she heard the doctor say, "Miss Song Fei, I think your subtle influence on Mr. Yan Jiang is more important than my psychological counseling."
Song Fei put down the kitchen knife and stared at a corner of Yan Jiang's yard in a daze.
"Like last time, Mr. Yan Jiang still resists my treatment for him, always thinking that I am a shit-stirring stick, not a good thing, and the chief murderer who persecutes you to separate." Paranoid people are most likely to be jealous and hold grudges.
Yan Jiang put the psychiatrist as an enemy from the very beginning, so how could he open his heart to accept his psychological counseling
"But you sent a text message just now, and Mr. Yan Jiang's mood instantly improved. After half an hour, our progress was pretty smooth." After talking so much, the psychiatrist only wanted to tell Song Fei, "Really The antidote is you."
"Okay, I see."
After hanging up the phone, Song Fei thought for a while, then took out an onion from the refrigerator and cut it into small cubes, planning to fry it with eggs. Yan Jiang likes scrambled eggs with onions very much. When his grandmother was still alive, she often cooked them for him.
When Yan Jiang came back in the car, Song Fei's food was almost ready.
"Ah Fei." Yan Jiang hugged Song Fei's waist as soon as he entered the room, and said to her, "I went to see a psychiatrist today and cooperated with him in psychological treatment. The doctor praised me for my good performance and progress."
Song Fei believed that he had a ghost.
"Wash your hands and get ready to eat."
Yan Jiang's eyes lit up, he washed his hands, and reached out with great interest to lift the lid of the thermos pot. "Let me see what delicious food you made." Yan Jiang stared at the dishes in the pot, dumbfounded.
Stir-fried papaya with pork belly, stir-fried papaya shreds, papaya soup, stewed crucian carp with papaya
Yan Jiang's eyes changed slightly.
Song Fei came over to serve the dishes and told Yan Jiang: "I bought some papaya, I can't finish it, don't waste it."
Yan Jiang said: "Aren't papayas usually used as sweet stews?"
Song Fei narrowed her eyes and said in a bad tone: "So what do you want to say? Say I can't cook? Are you cooking dark food?"
Yan Jiang immediately shook his head, "No, I want to say that Ah Fei is really good, and has researched a lot of new dishes."
Song Fei felt a little better. She patted Yan Jiang's arm and said to him, "You are the first person to eat my food."
With just this one sentence, Yan Jiang could eat all the papaya dishes.
Yan Jiang was slightly taken aback when he found a plate of scrambled eggs with onions under the pot. The onions were overcooked, and the dishes didn't look delicious, but Yan Jiang's restless heart felt warm.
"You still remember that I like to eat scrambled eggs with onions." Yan Jiang hugged Song Fei into his arms and said in a low voice, "Since grandma passed away, no one has cooked this dish for me."
Song Fei thought of the psychiatrist's advice, and she felt that Yan Jiang should be given some sweetness, and said, "I will often make it for you in the future, and I will also make it for our children."
Yan Jiang's heart was beating wildly. He suddenly said, "I'll also see a psychiatrist tomorrow."
Song Fei suddenly smiled. "OK."
It was Song Fei's first time cooking, and the dishes were her own, but the taste was not bad. As expected of a genius, the talent of a genius to cook is also great. When Yan Jiang was full, he stretched his arms and stared at Song Fei, who was sipping milk, and suddenly said, "Our Ah Fei is so smart, our future baby must be very good too."
Song Fei choked.
Seeing Yan Jiang's radiant eyes, she didn't want to hit him, so she said, "Well, I look like you, and my IQ is up to me."
Yan Jiang was very satisfied.
When Song Fei woke up the next day, she found that the iron cage in the fitness room was gone. It happened that Allen came over to his house with food, and Song Fei asked Allen, "Where did the cage in the gym go?"
Allen said with a smile: "Brother Jiang called me early this morning and asked me to ask the porter to take the cage away." It seems that under the influence of Miss Song Fei, Brother Jiang's condition is gradually improving.
Throwing away the cage that made Yan Jiang fantasize is a big step forward.
"That's how it is." Sending is also gratified.
While talking, Yan Jiang came back. He didn't come back alone, he still carried a snow-white dog in his hand.
Yan Jiang put the dog cage in front of Song Fei, and he told Song Fei: "This is our first child, Ah Fei, give him a name."
Song Fei looked at Alan, and Alun looked at Song Fei with complicated expressions.
It seems that his illness has not improved.
Song Fei asked Yan Jiang: "Do you really want to choose a name?"
Yan Jiang patted Song Fei's head with a smile, and said, "Of course, we will raise him as a child, so that you won't leave us father and son in the future, and leave as soon as you say, and if something happens, something happens."
Song Fei looked at the snow-white dog, thought for a while, and said, "Since it's your dog, let's call it Yangou, nicknamed Gouzi." The name was casual and perfunctory.
Yan Jiang's eyelids twitched. "Okay, let's call it Yangou." I always felt that I was scolding myself.
Allen suffocated his laughter, feeling very uncomfortable. -
On this day, Song Ci accompanied Han Zhan on a business trip and came to Brunei.
Han Zhan went out to talk with people, while Song Ci stayed in the hotel alone, wearing a long-sleeved dress, sitting on a lazy sofa chair by the window, staring at the cars and women downstairs. Influenced by religious beliefs, girls in Brunei mostly wear long-sleeved and knee-length skirts, and some wear headscarves.
Song Ci secretly took a photo, sent it to Song Fei, and complained to her: [I came to a country where it's not convenient to show my waist and long legs, so boring.]
Song Fei didn't know what she was busy with and ignored her.
Song Ci opened Song Fei's circle of friends, only to find out that Song Fei and Yan Jiang had adopted a dog. The dog was only two palms the size of an adult, with snow-white hair, and was very cute and cute. Song Ci left a message and asked Song Fei: [You have a dog, what is the dog's name?]
Before Song Ci could wait for Song Fei's reply, she received a call from Shen Yubei.
"Teacher." Song Ci went to Liang Bo's song recording room the day before yesterday, recorded her original violin song "Zhan", and sent it to Shen Yubei, asking him to give some advice. Song Ci asked Shen Yubei: "Teacher, have you listened to the music?"
"I've heard it." After listening to it several times, he can play it. "The song is very good, and it didn't embarrass me."
Song Ci curved her lips and smiled. "That is, don't look at whose student I am."
"Tell you something." Shen Yubei told Song Ci: "Two months later, the crew of "Music Man" will come to China for an audition, and they want to choose a role."
Song Ci knew about Le Chi's work. In the last life, this film was a great success at international film festivals, and won Oscars for Best Director, Best Cinematography, and Best Music. The leading actor also won the Best Actor Award, which is truly magnificent.
Song Ci asked Shen Yubei: "What kind of character?"
Shen Yubei said: "A violinist with disabled legs."
Song Ci guessed Shen Yubei's purpose for mentioning this matter, "The teacher wants me to participate in the selection?"
"Well." Shen Yubei told Song Ci: "The director of this movie is Du Junfei. Although he has a lot of problems, his work has nothing to say. I want you to participate in the Queen Elizabeth International Film Festival in three years' time. For the music competition, you can show your face in Du Junfei's movie first, and then you will have an advantage in participating in the competition."
The Queen Elizabeth International Music Competition is the most authoritative and high-profile violin competition in the world. Shen Yubei was the former champion, and his apprentice must also be the champion.
After Song Ci heard Shen Yubei's words, his fighting spirit was also aroused. "I will do my best!"
"Okay, get ready."
After Shen Yubei hung up the phone, Song Ci realized that Song Fei had replied to her message.
Song Fei: [Yan Gou.]
Song Ci froze for a moment, not understanding what she was talking about. Looking through the chat messages, Song Ci realized that Song Fei was talking about the dog's name.
[You call that dog Yangou?]Song Ci looked confused, did anyone name a dog like this
Song Fei: [Yes.]
Song Ci: [You guys really know how to choose names.]This name, I don't know who I'm scolding.
When Han Zhan came back in the evening, Song Ci told Han Zhan about it. "Yan Jiang and Song Fei have a dog. Guess what the dog's name is?"
Han Zhan thought for a while and said, "Ah Huang?"
"Yan dog."
Han Zhan: "" Yan Jiang's dog, it's not a problem to be called this name. It has a name and a surname, and it's pretty good.
Han Zhan walked to the sofa and pulled Song Ci up.
He sat down on the sofa by himself and let Song Ci lean into his arms. We won't go back until the day after tomorrow. I'm very busy tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't have time to play with you. Porcelain, is there any place you would like to visit? I will ask Long Yu to accompany you there. "
"I really want to visit the palace, but it's not Ramadan, and the palace is not open to the public." Song Ci felt very regretful, she still yearned for the palace, and wanted to go in and have a look.
"Then we have to wait until next year. Do you want to go to other places?" Han Zhan told Song Ci: "The Jamie Mosque is their check-in attraction. Do you want to go and see it?"
"also."
Finding that Han Zhan's hands were becoming dishonest, Song Ci grabbed his arm, "What are you doing?"
Han Zhan: "The time for Mu Mian's first trial has been confirmed, and it will be in twenty days."
The topic suddenly came to Mu Mian, and Song Ci couldn't keep up with the rhythm. "Then what?"
"Then" Han Zhan kissed her nose with a smile, suggesting to her: "Do you still remember something I told you before?"
"Huh?" Song Ci pinched Han Zhan's arm and warned him, "Speak as you speak, and don't move your hands."
Han Zhan looked down at Song Ci with a teasing look in his eyes, "Don't you just like my hands and feet."
Song Ci pretended not to hear.
Han Zhan put his arms on the armrest of the sofa, and then told Song Ci: "I said, when the Mu family's affairs are over, we can start preparing for pregnancy."
Song Ci was taken aback.
Song Ci likes children very much. Although she knows that giving birth may make a woman out of shape and have stretch marks, she still wants to have a child of her own. "That's fine, Brother Han, work hard and earn diaper money for your children."
"As long as the diapers are not inlaid with gold, the money is enough." Han Zhan put his arms around Song Ci's waist and asked her, "Porcelain treasure, give me a small porcelain treasure, okay?"
"good!"
On the second day, Song Ci put on a long skirt and prepared a veil in her bag, and then accompanied by Long Yu to Jamie Mosque. She made a lot of travel guides on the way, for fear of violating the rules of visiting temples.
The opening time of the mosque is different every day, Song Ci and the others arrived at the gate of the mosque on time. Song Ci and Long Yu took off their shoes, changed into the black robes provided by the temple, and put on their headscarves as the local customs did, before entering the temple with Long Yu.
This temple is very famous in Brunei. The hall is magnificent, the domes are all exquisite and gorgeous, and the breath of money is everywhere. Song Ci discovered that there are two worship rooms in the temple, the larger one is the male hall, and the smaller one is the female hall.
Living in a family atmosphere of love and mutual respect since she was a child, Song Ci hates the idea that men are superior to women. She stood at the door of the worship room, thought for a while and still didn't go in.
Long Yu went in for a visit, so Song Ci wandered around alone, until he came to a blue fountain pool.
The water in the spring pool is very clear, you can see the blue sky and white clouds when you look up, surrounded by picturesque gardens, Song Ci has the idea of taking pictures.
But photography is prohibited in the temple.
Song Ci felt a little regretful.
Click!
Song Ci heard the sound of the camera.
She turned around in surprise, and saw a tall young man with blond hair and blue face standing behind him. Under his black robe was a dark blue shirt and a pair of black suit pants wrapped around two powerful long legs.
The young man looked to be in his early twenties, with a very handsome face. There was a very small black mole between the lower lip and chin, which did not detract from his handsomeness, but added to his uniqueness.
Seeing Song Ci looking over, he shrugged, stuck out his tongue, quietly put the phone back in his pocket, and gave Song Ci a 'shh' gesture.
Song Ci tilted her head and looked at him, wanting to smile or not.
"You won't report me, right?" The young man spoke in pure Malay.
Song Ci: "I am Chinese." She told the other party in English.
The young man was a little surprised, he walked up to Song Ci and stood side by side with her.
"Very few Chinese come to Brunei, and everyone prefers to go to Thailand, New Zealand or Europe and the United States." Surprisingly, the young man can speak fairly standard Chinese. Although some syllables are pronounced strangely, Song Ci can understand them. .
Song Ci told him with a smile: "You should go to China and see the magnificent rivers and mountains in China. You will find that the favorite place for Chinese people will always be the land of China."
The young man was slightly stunned.
"Yes, China is a great place with vast land and abundant resources." He offered his hand to Song Ci and said, "Jack Abraham, may I ask Miss's name."
Song Ci shook hands with him and said, "Rose Adkins."
He said his name was Jack, and she said her name was Rose, which was a reference to the Titanic. The young man froze for a moment, realizing that he was being tricked by Song Ci, he smiled and said, "Miss is so humorous."
Song Ci agreed with a smile before saying, "My name is Song Ci."
"Song Ci? Tang Poetry and Song Ci?" It seemed that the young man had some understanding of Chinese culture, as well as Tang Poetry and Song Ci.
Song Porcelain explained: "Song Porcelain, Porcelain of Porcelain."
"Oh!" The young man snapped his fingers, "I know, fine porcelain, I have ceramics from Jingdezhen at home!"
Song Ci smiled and did not deny it.
From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of a male figure approaching quickly, and Alan bid farewell to Song Ci, "Beautiful lady, we are destined to meet again, I have to find my friend."
"See you soon."
As soon as Alan Clooney left, Long Yu came over.
"Ma'am, who is that?" Long Yu frowned and looked at the man's back, with a look of vigilance in his eyes.
Song Ci told him: "Jack Abraham, he said his name is this, so I told him that my name is Ross Adkins." Song Ci sneered, staring at the man's back, and said quietly: "Tell Han Zhan , let’s say I was noticed by a suspicious man.”
"How does madam know that there is something wrong with this person?" Long Yu took a deep look at Song Ci, and found that madam was smarter than he thought.
Song Ci gave Long Yu a profound look, "A woman's intuition is more accurate than a detector."
Long Yu shrugged, feeling that what Madam said made sense.
In the evening, as soon as Han Zhan got out of the car, he saw Long Yu waiting at the entrance of the hotel. He walked towards Long Yu, "Waiting for me?"
Long Yu said: "I am addicted to smoking, I want to go down and find a place to smoke, but the smoking is banned in the whole country."
Han Zhan smiled, "Quit smoking, don't blacken your lungs."
Long Yu didn't say a word, but looked quite honest.
"A remarkable thing happened today." Long Yu informed Han Zhan of the existence of the man who called himself Jack.
After Han Zhan heard about this, he showed great concern. While walking towards the hotel lobby, Han Zhan asked Long Yu, "What does that man look like?"
Long Yu said: "I only saw his back, but he is quite tall. Madam said that the man was very young, with blond hair and blue eyes. Oh, by the way, Madam also said that the man's mouth and chin , with a small black mole."
Hearing this, Han Zhan paused.
Long Yu followed and stopped.
Han Zhan turned around, his eyes became cold at some point. "That man, does he walk with a limp?"
"I didn't notice that, but" Long Yu carefully recalled the person's walking posture, noticed a detail, and quickly told Han Zhan: "He walks very slowly, as if he might trample an ant to death."
"I see."
On the way back to the room, Han Zhan didn't say another word.
In the room, Song Ci was already asleep. Han Zhan originally wanted to talk to her about something, but seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he gave up. At noon the next day, they set off for home.
Song Ci was about to enter the cockpit just like when he came, but Han Zhan grabbed his wrist. "You sit with me today, I have something to tell you."
Seeing this scene, Song Shiqing and Xiong Jian hurriedly closed the door of the cockpit.
Song Ci had no choice but to follow Han Zhan to his private lounge. As soon as the door closed, Han Zhan took off his coat.
Song Ci was sitting on the edge of Han Zhan's small bed, thinking of the plots in some movies she had watched, she showed a smirk, and teased Han Zhan: "If we do this, people outside will think about it."
"Whatever you think, we are legal couples, let them think." Han Zhan lay down on the bed with his legs crossed, in a comfortable posture.
Song Ci lay down with her head resting on Han Zhan's arm. "What is Brother Han going to tell me?"
"The man who approached you yesterday, I should know him."
Song Ci raised her head, stared at Han Zhan's face, frowned and asked, "Do you really know each other? Is he a spy? Or a killer?"
"Neither." Han Zhan turned his head and looked at the increasingly clear blue sky and white clouds outside the glass window, and said in a muffled voice, "It's my brother."
Song Ci was taken aback.
"Your brother? Why do you have a brother?" Song Cike had never heard of Han Zhan having a brother. She thought about it and said, "Isn't it relative?"
"It's relative." Han Zhan added: "Half-parent."
"Ah?" Thinking of the young man's arrogant golden hair, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Is your father a foreigner?"
"Um."
Before Song Ci could speak again, Han Zhan suddenly said, "He is an international drug lord."
Song Ci: "!"
It never occurred to her that Han Mulan, who was born in a general's family, married a big drug lord. Song Ci didn't dare to think deeply about how many bloody inside stories there were.
"We have four brothers and sisters. There is an older brother above me who is the most satisfied and proud heir of my father. There is also a younger sister and a younger brother below me. The man you saw yesterday should be my younger brother. His name is Arang. "
"Arjean Clooney."
Han Zhan put an arm across his eyes, lost in memory. The tone of his narration gradually slowed down, and it sounded like he was talking about strangers. "A Rang is the youngest child. He was very timid and innocent when he was a child. Each of our children has to be baptized on their fourth birthday."
"kill."
Song Ci was too shocked to speak.
"On Arang's fourth birthday, the baptism sacrifice his father chose for him was a twelve-year-old girl. Arang didn't dare to shoot, and couldn't bear to shoot. He begged his father to let her go, and his father was furious. He shot Ah Rang in the calf."
"A Rang's feet are lame because of that incident."
Song Ci was terrified when she heard that, she never thought that Han Zhan lived in such an environment when he was a child.
"He hates me."
"Why do you hate you?" Song Ci thought that Han Zhan had bullied A Rang.
Ah Rang hated Han Zhan not because Han Zhan had bullied him, the truth is actually heartbreaking.
Han Zhan said: "A Rang was the closest to me when he was a child. What he looks forward to the most is to kill our father with us when he grows up, and then escape that abyss hell with me."
"When I was seven years old, my grandfather found me and took me home. I had a new life and became a soldier who defended my home and the country. And Arang, he was forced by my father to become a ruthless The bad guy, a criminal who is wanted by many countries."
"He hates me, hates me for abandoning him, hates me for leaving him in that abyss of hell to live a life like a walking dead. I don't know when he noticed you, but Song Ci, Ah Rang is no longer what I know The innocent and kind-hearted Arang, his time is precious, and he never does things that are thankless. He took the initiative to approach you, he must have evil intentions."
"Once there are strange and suspicious people around you, you must tell me."
"Okay." A Rang's appearance appeared in Song Ci's mind, he smiled so brightly, I really didn't expect that his hands were covered with blood. "Then Brother Han, mother-in-law"
"She was really dead, shot and killed by my father in front of me."
Song Ci was stunned. "This, this" she scolded through gritted teeth, "Is this still a human? This is a beast!" Such a beast should have four children, which is ridiculous.
It is difficult for some good men to marry a wife, but he has a lot of lovers and children!
"Even being able to kill his own wife is worse than a beast!" The beast knows how to protect its spouse!
"You're wrong." Han Zhan corrected Song Ci, "My mother is not his wife, but just his lover."
Song Ci was even more surprised.
How could Han Aoyu's daughter be willing to be a man's lover!
"My father has only loved one woman in his life, a woman he loved deeply but couldn't get. He couldn't get that woman, so he never got married in his life. Whether it was my mother or A Rang's mother, they were just The substitutes he found, a group of substitutes with similar skins to his first love."
""
Should she praise Han Zhan's biological father for being infatuated with no regrets, or should she call him inferior to a pig and a dog
"It's a good thing you're not like your father."
Han Zhan smiled suddenly, "I am his son, and his blood is flowing on my body. There are still similarities between us."
Song Ci's expression gradually froze, "Don't scare me."
Seeing that Song Ci was frightened by himself, Han Zhan laughed and said, "We are not the same in other things, except for our desire for beauty, we are still very similar."
Han Zhan squeezed Song Ci's hand and said, "Before I met you, I didn't realize that I was a womanizer."
Song Ci was overjoyed, and Brother Han was praising her for her beauty in disguise. "Then what, I know I'm good-looking, you should stop there, I'll float to the sky if you exaggerate too much."
Since marrying Han Zhan, Song Ci has become more and more drifting. She is afraid that if she gets too far, she will get carried away. "Okay, I'll take a nap and wake me up half an hour earlier."
Song Ci said to sleep, and fell asleep in seconds.
Han Zhan couldn't fall asleep, and when he mentioned his childhood, he couldn't help but think of those dark past events.
For Han Zhan, childhood was cruel and merciless. His father wanted to train him to be immune to drugs and injected him with various drugs since he was a child. When Han Aoyu found him, he was covered in pinhole scars.
Later, I was taken home by my grandfather, and after taking hormone antidote for several years, it became normal. That's why Han Zhan respected his grandfather very much. Without his grandfather, he would become a more terrifying and depraved person than Arang.
But Han Zhan didn't intend to tell Song Ci about this. If she knew about it, she would definitely think him a pitiful little one. Han Zhan doesn't want to be Song Ci's little pity, he wants to be Song Ci's indomitable husband. -
Back in Wangdong City, Han Zhan's work became more and more busy, and Song Ci was not idle during this time. Yuhua's management company is going to release Liang Bo's first album, which is a big deal, from writing lyrics to composing music to music video, everything is done with care.
Liang Bo had a great trust in Song Ci. He insisted that Song Ci compose all his songs.
As soon as she floated, she fully agreed.
The first album has a total of seven songs. Song Ci has something to do now, and stays at home every day to compose music.
Han Zhan came back one night and saw Song Ci falling asleep lying on the piano, thinking that maybe it was time to change to a bigger house and build a spacious and luxurious professional musical instrument room for Song Ci.
The next day, Han Zhan asked Bei Zhan to contact an architect for him, and hired him at a high price to design a new home for him. The address of the new home is set at the top of Yulong Mountain.
Yulong Mountain is located on the edge of Yulongyuan River, west of Bishui District and Jinshan District, and south of Wangjiang Mountain. There is a strange stone on the top of Yulong Mountain, which looks like a dragon head with its head held high. The dragon head is high above and overlooks the Yulong River. Therefore, the mountain was named Yulong Mountain.
Thirty-three years ago, Mo Yao, who was still in college, spent a lot of money to buy this mountain. He planned to build a big mansion so that the four sisters could live together.
But Han Mulan's death has become the eternal pain in Mo Yao's three sisters' hearts, so there is no need to build the mansion.
Later, on Han Zhan's eighteenth birthday, Mo Yao presented this mountain to Han Zhan.
Han Zhan explained all the requirements to the architectural designer in detail, and then let the designer do his best, waiting for the results. Song Ci has a sense of professionalism, and she lives happily every day. She doesn't know that Han Zhan is secretly building a mansion behind her back.
In the blink of an eye, the day of Mu Mian's first trial is coming.
As the victim and the victim's family, Song Ci and Song Fei needed the court, and Su Beibei, as the victim's widow, should also go to the trial site to watch.
Mu Mian is about to be punished by the law. Some people have been looking forward to this day for more than ten years, but some people are afraid of this day.
Mu Qiu has been discharged from the hospital and went home. Once this home was full of warmth and laughter, but now, people are dying and being arrested. In the middle of the night, there is a terrible silence.
Mu Qiu didn't dare to go upstairs to sleep. Every time she went upstairs and passed the second floor, she always felt that her mother would suddenly open the door of the master bedroom and come out, and asked her with a smile, "Qiu'er, why did you come back?"
Mu Qiu had a ghost in her heart, she only dared to sleep in the guest room on the first floor.
Aunt Zhang didn't know what Mu Qiu was thinking, she just thought that she was weak and disliked going up and down the stairs.
Tomorrow is the day when Mu Mian will be put on trial. Seeing Mu Qiu's uneasy look, Aunt Zhang asked her, "Miss, are you worried about tomorrow's matter?"
Mu Qiu nodded. "Aunt Zhang, you said my father, will he be sentenced to death?"
Aunt Zhang was silent.
I also know that with three lives and almost killing Song Fei, Mu Mian has become a big criminal known throughout the country. It's no wonder he wasn't sentenced to death!
Aunt Zhang turned to Mu Qiu again and felt that Mu Mian should be sentenced to death. But she couldn't say this in front of Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu shook his head and smiled wryly, "It must be the death penalty, no one can change the result." Mu Qiu leaned on the sofa, recalling all the kindness his father had treated him, and couldn't help asking, "How could he kill someone?"
How could such a good father be a murderer
Aunt Zhang said from the side: "People's hearts are separated from the belly. Some people look kind-hearted, but their hearts are dark. People, you can't see through them with just a pair of eyes. Even Madam, you can't see Mr. until you die." What about your true face, let alone you, Miss?"
I don't know which sentence in Aunt Zhang's words hurt Mu Qiu, Mu Qiu suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going to rest, Aunt Zhang also rested earlier."
"Hey, good." Seeing Mu Qiu angry, Auntie Zhang didn't know where she made a mistake.
Mu Qiu returned to the guest room, covered with a quilt, pressed his hands on his chest, feeling the strong heartbeat.
——The human heart is separated from the belly. Some people look kind and kind, but his heart is dark.
If Auntie Zhang knew her true face, she would probably take her luggage and run away immediately.
"Mom, if you knew what I did, would you still give me your heart?"
No one can answer Mu Qiu's question. -
In the night sky, the moon is bright.
Beside the river bank of Yulongyuan, sitting cross-legged was a woman wearing a black leather jacket and black denim pants. She looked up at the twinkling starry sky, and smiled with curved lips.
"Mom, Dad, Mu Mian will have the first trial tomorrow. Your revenge will soon be avenged." Su Beibei looked sideways at the Yulongyuan Bridge in the distance, thinking of that morning fourteen years ago.
That morning, her parents' bodies were lying alone in the light rain, cold, and she couldn't wake up no matter how much she cried or shouted.
Fourteen years later, recalling the scene of her parents' death, Su Beibei no longer felt the heart-piercing pain. But she still felt sad and uncomfortable.
Thinking of Li Li, Su Beibei felt a little embarrassed. "Mom, should I tell him the truth?" Su Beibei hesitated, hoping that someone could give her some advice.
At this time, the mobile phone beside her lap suddenly rang.
Su Beibei answered the phone and heard Li Li say: "Beibei, are you still writing tonight? I just got off work, and I miss you a little and want to meet you. If it's convenient, I'll come find you."
Hearing Li Li's smiling voice, Su Beibei couldn't help curling the corners of her lips. "Come and find me on the river beach next to the Yulongyuan Bridge."
"Huh? It's so late, are you there alone?"
"Um."
"Wait, I'll come!"
Sanshengqiao District is not far from Yulongyuan Bridge, and it takes more than ten minutes to drive there. Li Li rushed to the river beach in the shortest time, and from a distance, he saw several bottles of beer beside Su Beibei.
Li Li walked over to cover Su Beibei's eyes, and deliberately lowered his voice to threaten Su Beibei: "Where is the beautiful girl from, just show me off."
Su Beibei reached out and touched the beer bottle beside her in the darkness. She held up the beer and said to Li Li, "Sir, would you like to have a bottle of wine first to strengthen your courage?"
Li Li laughed.
He let go of Su Beibei's eyes, bowed his head and kissed her forehead, then took the bottle of beer and sat down beside Su Beibei.
"Why do you come here alone? Is there something on your mind? Or is it that Cavin has no inspiration?" Li Li directly bit the beer cap with his teeth, and took a sip of the beer.
Su Beibei handed her beer to Li Li, "Open it for me, I am a weak woman." The kind of weak woman who can lift 40 catties of rice with one hand.
"good."
Opening the bottle cap with his teeth, Li Li handed the wine to Su Beibei, but did not let go. He hinted at Su Beibei: "Should I show something?"
Su Beibei: "OK."
Su Beibei's face moved closer to Li Li, just when Li Li thought that Su Beibei was going to kiss him, Su Beibei quickly reached out her hands and grabbed Li Li's chest.
"Aww!" Li Li's expression changed due to the pain.
Su Beibei took back the beer, raised her head and took a sip in a chic way, she smacked her mouth, the aftertaste was endless. "Song Ci didn't lie to me. Sure enough, you men are also afraid of pain."
The clever Li Li grasped the point—
So Mr. Han was also picked up by Song Ci
I didn't realize that, looking at the mighty and unyielding Mr. Han, he was also a poor little guy who was bullied by Song Ci in private.
(end of this chapter)