Han Zhan's pupils trembled slightly, "Why do you ask that?" Although he had already guessed why Song Fei was waiting here, Han Zhan was still a little surprised when he heard this from Song Fei.
This man is really smart.
Song Fei stared at Han Zhan's knee joints, not believing what Han Zhan said to Song Ci in the morning. "Joint pain is just an excuse you use to perfunctory Song Ci. You just refuse to kneel and kowtow to my parents. Your eyes tell me that you don't like our mother very much. You must know our mother."
Song Fei's insight is really amazing. Han Zhan thought about denying and lying, but in the end he decided to be honest with Song Fei. Not for anything else, just because Song Fei is Song Ci's family.
"Yes, I know."
Hearing this, Song Fei looked at him with deeper and more serious eyes. "How did you know her?"
"Sorry, Sister Fei, I don't want to lie to you, but I don't want to talk about this right now."
"Oh, I don't want to say it." Song Fei looked at Han Zhan carefully, and Han Zhan let her watch, his expression was always calm and calm, and he didn't look like he had a ghost in his heart.
After a while, Song Ci looked away, and then she took out a small black pill from her pocket.
Song Fei played with the little pill, just like a child playing with marbles. Han Zhan stared at the black pill in Song Fei's hand and narrowed his eyes. Intuition told him that that thing was not a good thing.
While playing, Song Fei said: "Anyone who has met my mother knows that our sisters look exactly like my mother. You hate my mother, but you married Song Ci who looks the same as my mother."
"Han Zhan, what is your intention?"
Han Zhan frowned slightly, and was about to explain when he suddenly saw Song Fei raise his right hand and throw the black pill into the chicken coop of the neighbor's house next door.
Han Zhan turned his head and looked over, and saw a puff of smoke coming out of the place where the pill landed. In just a few seconds, three or four chickens fell to the ground struggling, and lost their vitality in a blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Han Zhan's pupils constricted!
Beside her ear, Song Fei's voice didn't have a trace of warmth, she drilled into Han Zhan's ear: "Han Zhan, don't hurt my sister, if I find out that you have ulterior motives for my sister, I don't care who your grandfather is, you Whoever your godmothers are, I can make you a handful of ashes in a jar!"
Song Fei said she would make Han Zhan a handful of ashes, so she really has the ability to make him a handful of ashes.
You see, aren't those chickens the best example
Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Han Zhan told Song Fei: "I really have no other thoughts about Song Ci. I never thought of hurting Song Ci. You can rest assured about Song Fei." Han Zhan's voice was soft Seriously, for fear of offending this dangerous element who would repay the society if he disagreed with him.
Song Fei snorted coldly, "It's best." She turned around and left.
Han Zhan stared at the fallen chickens in the coop, hesitated for a moment, and then walked back to Song Ci's house without haste.
Standing by the upstairs window, Yan Jiang watched the scene that happened on the snow just now, and some doubts arose in his heart. What are Ah Fei and Han Zhan talking about behind his back and Song Ci? Why did Han Zhan anger Song Fei
At eleven o'clock, Song Ci came back from her neighbor's house, and when she came back, she was still carrying a bag of farm souvenirs. There are fragrant dried seeds, bacon sausage and salted duck eggs. After Song Ci entered the room, she put the things on the table, found two bags, and planned to pack the things separately and give Song Fei and Yan Jiang a copy.
Han Zhan has a job, so he hides in the upstairs room to work. Song Fei didn't like cooking, so she sat on the sofa and read the newly published literary papers in The Lancet. However, Yan Jiang, who used to be the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry, could only walk into the kitchen without complaint, put on an apron and cook.
Song Ci told Song Fei and Yan Jiang while distributing the packages: "It's strange, a few chickens at Aunt Zhu's house next door died suddenly, and Aunt Zhu was so frightened that she thought there was chicken plague and called the veterinarian."
Yan Jiang cast an indescribable look at Song Fei who was on the sofa.
Song Fei didn't raise her head, and said, "It may have died from the cold."
Song Ci was surprised, "Can chickens be frozen to death?"
Song Fei said blankly: "People can be frozen to death, why can't chickens? You forgot, the little match girl was frozen to death."
Song Ci still didn't believe Song Fei's words, "I think it might be chicken plague." Song Ci yelled upstairs after packing up the things: "Brother Han, what do you want to eat, let me make it for you?"
Han Zhan walked out of the bedroom, stood in the corridor and replied downstairs: "Hot and sour potato shreds, spicy."
"It's sour and spicy, is this pregnant?" Song Ci muttered, but went into the kitchen to make hot and sour potato shreds.
Song Ci's words are peeling potatoes. Yan Jiang stared at the dried beef in the pot. He turned his head to look at Song Ci several times, his expression hesitant to speak, and he wanted to tell Song Ci what he saw today.
But Song Fei deliberately avoided Song Ci's private meeting with Han Zhan, but she didn't want Song Ci to know about it. So Yan Jiang was very conflicted, should he tell Song Ci about this
"Always look at what I do?" Song Ci glanced back at Yan Jiang, and said, "Look at your food, don't get confused. Stare at me again, be careful, I'll tell Song Fei."
Yan Jiang poured a little more boiled water into the pot, the air-dried beef would taste more delicious after cooking for a while.
The last time Han Zhan and Song Fei conspired to frame Mu Mian, they really lied to Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang could understand the feeling of being kept in the dark. Yan Jiang and Song Ci are brothers in difficulty, and they have a very good relationship. Yan Jiang finally decided to tell Song Ci.
Yan Jiang turned and leaned against the counter, and called out, "Song Song."
Song Ci threw the potato into the basin, picked up the second unpeeled potato, and hummed without looking up. "What's wrong?"
Yan Jiang decided to test Song Ci's tone first, so he asked Song Ci, "Song Fei and Han Zhan, are there something they are hiding from you?"
Song Ci's action of peeling potatoes stopped suddenly. She first glanced back at Song Fei, seeing that Song Fei was concentrating on reading the paper, then she approached Yan Jiang and asked him, "You also found out?"
also
Yan Jiang was taken aback, "You know? Hey, I thought you didn't know. I hesitated for a long time whether I should tell you about it." Seeing that Song Ci knew, Yan Jiang no longer had to worry about the future, so he just took today Tell her what you saw this morning.
"I just found out today. Didn't Han Zhan send you to help the kid next door with his homework this morning? Ah Fei stopped him on his way home."
Song Ci said calmly: "I found out that they sneaked together to talk, and I was afraid that they were plotting something again. Did you hear what they said today?"
"I don't know what they said, but I saw Ah Fei suddenly get angry and threw a poison into the chicken coop, and several chickens fell to the ground and died. Good guy, I saw that scene upstairs at that time, My heart is about to stop."
Hearing that those chickens were poisoned to death by Song Fei, Song Ci felt angry. "Why is Song Fei like this! Someone else's chicken, she was poisoned to death just like that, how can we have the face to see Aunt Zhu in the future!"
Seeing that Song Ci was angry, Yan Jiang hurriedly said, "If she wasn't really angry, Ah Fei would definitely not do that kind of thing." He asked Song Ci, "Do you know how Han Zhan provoked Ah Fei?"
Song Ci shook her head, "How would I know."
"I thought you knew"
Song Ci said: "Actually, I didn't find anything. I told you just now that I saw them talking together in private, but I was actually lying to you." I didn't expect Yan Jiang to be so easy to deceive.
When Song Ci came back from Aunt Zhu's house before, she saw the footsteps of Han Zhan and Song Fei on the snow on the ground, and knew that they had met in private. She was distressed that she couldn't know what those two people did when they met in private, so Yan Jiang sent the information to her door.
After realizing that Song Ci deliberately misled himself so that he could tell everything, Yan Jiang once again realized Song Ci's evil. "Song Ci, you are too treacherous, how could you deceive me!" Yan Jiang regretted knowing this little liar.
Song Ci snorted softly, "Women are not treacherous, how can they go around the world?" After speaking, Song Ci left the potatoes and rushed to the living room.
Song Ci stood beside the sofa with her arms folded, lowered her head and said to Song Fei, "Song Fei, come out."
Song Fei opened her eyelids, and glanced at Song Ci casually. Seeing that Song Ci seemed to be getting angry, she stood up slowly, and walked out behind Song Ci with her slippers on.
Seeing this, Yan Jiang was one head and two older. He was really afraid that the two sisters would fight outside, so he quickly turned off the fire and ran out.
Yan Jiang hid under the door and overheard the conversation between the two sisters—
"Why did Han Zhan provoke you? You still scare him like that." This was Song Ci's voice.
Song Fei: "How do you know?" After a little thought, Song Fei guessed the key point. "Yan Jiang told you?" My man's elbow was turned outward, which was ineffective.
Song Ci is like an old hen guarding her cubs. She wants to ask Song Fei fiercely for an explanation: "Don't care who told me, just tell me, what did Han Zhan annoy you? He is my man, you It's fine if you bully me, but you still bully my man! Song Fei, please make it clear, don't bully him behind my back."
Hearing this, Song Fei scolded Song Ci directly: "Are you an idiot?"
Song Ci: "You always call me a little idiot, even a smart person is called stupid by you."
Song Fei was speechless and helpless. "Idiot, don't you see that Han Zhan knows our mother?"
Hearing this, Song Ci asked her instead: "Why do you think Han Zhan knows our mother?"
Song Fei was disappointed with Song Ci who knew nothing about it.
How could she have such a stupid sister? Eyes are a good thing, so she uses them to discharge electricity.
Song Fei told Song Ci: "When I went to the tombstone of my parents today, I noticed that when Han Zhan looked at our mother's name, his eyes were filled with disgust and resistance. This shows that Han Zhan is very likely to know our mother. Even if you don't know each other, you still know our mother! There should be grievances between him and our mother!"
"And our sisters look very similar to my mother. Han Zhan obviously hates her mother, but married you. Do you think this is suspicious?"
"Song Ci, don't you understand? I was afraid that he married you because of ulterior motives, and I was worried that he would hurt you, so I went to ask him for an explanation behind your back!" But Song Ci misunderstood her good intentions.
This idiot is here to help Han Zhan seek justice!
What a fool!
Love Brain!
After listening to Song Fei's explanation, there was no expression of shock or surprise on Song Ci's face.
Seeing this, Song Fei couldn't help but look at her a few more times. Thinking about why Song Ci was so calm, Song Fei's expression became serious. "Did you already notice it?"
Song Ci nodded. "Yes. I've seen something wrong for a long time."
Song Fei was a little surprised. "You would know?" Song Fei really found it inconceivable that Song Ci could discover this by herself, but she didn't realize that Song Ci had a brain.
Song Ci said: "I'm not really blind, I can see some things." In front of his parents' tombstone in the morning, Song Ci noticed that when Han Zhan looked at his mother's name, his expression was a bit wrong.
Song Ci also told Song Fei: "Actually, I have already found out that there is a problem. When I went back to my hometown in Hunan with Han Zhan last time, I saw a picture of Han Zhan's mother. Sis, the way Han Zhan's mother smiles is very similar to ours. Mother, is this a coincidence?"
Song Ci felt a little uneasy, she asked Song Fei: "Sister, don't you think this incident reveals something weird everywhere?"
"How to say?"
"Han Zhan told me that his father was a drug lord, and his mother was just a lover of his father. He said that his father had a first love that he couldn't love, and because he couldn't get that woman, he found him. Many lovers who are similar to that woman noticed the way Han Zhan looked at our mother's name in front of her mother's tombstone today, and I was thinking at that time."
Song Ci stopped. She stared at Song Fei uneasily, bit her lip, and said in a low voice: "I was wondering, could our mother be the drug lord's first love!"
Song Fei's expression changed slightly. "What's that man's name? Han Zhan's father."
"I don't know." Song Ci shook her head. She said, "Han Zhan didn't tell me the specific identity of his father. I only know that he is a big drug lord. But these things are just my guesses." What is the real situation, only Han Zhan himself knows best."
Song Fei frowned, feeling that Han Zhan was really troublesome. "You shouldn't have married him!"
"Don't say that. Under the circumstances at that time, the only person I could find who could help me and who knew the basics was Han Zhan. Besides," Song Ci suddenly laughed, and she told Song Fei frankly: "It's pretty good. It's ridiculous, I married him because I wanted to use him, but I seem to really fall in love with him."
Song Fei only felt that iron cannot be made into steel, so she couldn't help clenching her silver teeth.
Hearing the sound of footsteps in the room suddenly, the footsteps stopped behind the door, Song Fei curled her lips, and asked Song Ci with a cold face: "Little idiot, don't you worry about Han Zhan marrying you?" Bad intentions? Are you not afraid that he will hurt you?"
After thinking about it, Song Ci said, "I'm also afraid."
"But even if he married me for some other purpose. But in the past few months, what he did for me is true, and his heart to take care of me and love me is also true." Han Zhan asked whether he was sincere, Song Ci could feel it.
"If Han Zhan really wanted to use me and hurt me, then I wouldn't act like an idiot and be used by him." Song Ci smiled frankly, with a sense of freedom and fearlessness in his smile. "I, Song Ci, am not the kind of woman who can't live without a man. He Han Zhan is sorry for me, why can't I just kick him and live my single life?"
Mu Mian is dead, and Song Ci is no longer in danger of her life. She really has no pressure now. "Actually, I'm waiting for the day when Han Zhan takes the initiative to tell me the truth." Song Ci has long seen that Han Zhan has many secrets hidden in his heart, and she is waiting for the day when Han Zhan takes the initiative to tell her.
She continued to wait, and there were only two results, either Han Zhan confessed and was lenient, or Song Ci was disheartened.
Song Fei asked again: "What if he keeps silent?"
Song Ci squinted her eyes, staring at the messy footprints on the snow in the distance, her expression turned cold. "A man who doesn't really care about me, what do I want him to do?"
When Song Fei heard this, her expression became a little better. "Well, that's the right thing to do."
Inside the room, when Yan Jiang turned his head, he saw Han Zhan standing behind him with a serious expression. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, when did this guy come? Patting Han Zhan on the shoulder, Yan Jiang lowered his voice and asked him, "Go to the backyard for a chat?"
Han Zhan glanced at the pair of sisters on the eaves, nodded, and followed Yan Jiang out of the living room with light steps to the backyard.
Song Fei's ears moved, and when she heard the footsteps of the two people in the room going away, she told Song Ci, "It's cold outside, go inside." After lying on the bed for eight years, Song Fei got used to using her ears to Hear all voices.
When talking to Song Ci just now, Song Fei noticed that Han Zhan had come down from upstairs. She deliberately asked Song Ci those words in front of Han Zhan, just to give Han Zhan a wake-up call and let Han Zhan listen to Song Ci. Porcelain's truth.
Fortunately, Song Ci was also strong, and what she said satisfied Song Fei. As for what choice Han Zhan would make, Song Fei didn't care. -
When he came to the backyard, Yan Jiang took out his cigarette case and took out the one on the far side. Before Yan Jiang could bite the cigarette, Han Zhan, who came out halfway, snatched the cigarette swiftly.
Yan Jiang stared at him angrily.
Han Zhan bit the cigarette, just lit it, and before he had time to take a puff, he heard Yan Jiang say quietly: "Aren't you trying to get pregnant?" , only playing and not smoking.
Yan Jiang is also smart. He heard the conversation between the sisters just now, and guessed that Han Zhan had many secrets in his heart.
Yan Jiang didn't have the hobby of spying on other people's privacy. He patted Han Zhan on the shoulder and told him: "Mr. Han, listen to my advice, be frank and speak up, and the relationship will last longer. Some secrets are like a buried flower. Even if the thorn in the flesh of the finger is absorbed by the flesh, there is still a lump of flesh."
Han Zhan frowned and said nothing.
Yan Jiang added: "I know Song Song very well. She is willing to give you a chance. When you take the initiative to confess, you have to cherish it. You have to understand that there is a time limit for her waiting."
There are almost no secrets between Yan Jiang and Song Ci. Yan Jiang also knows the reasons and transactions of Han Zhan and Song Ci's marriage. He had to remind Han Zhan: "Mr. Han, don't forget that there is still a one-year agreement between you and Song Ci."
Han Zhan froze.
His pupils dilated a little.
Thinking of what Song Ci said to Song Fei just now, Han Zhan only felt scared. During this time, Song Ci always called him Brother Han softly, made him laugh, made trouble with him, and cried wantonly in front of him, and he had the illusion that Song Ci wanted him.
In fact, how could Song Ci be that kind of weak little girl? She, Song Ci, has been fighting wits and courage with domestic violence men for six years, and she is the woman who dares to stab people in the stomach with a knife!
She loves him, so she is willing to be the little woman in his arms. If she becomes cold-hearted, it means that he can't touch the hedgehog ball.
Han Zhan's eyelashes were trembling with fear.
Yan Jiang is still saying: "Don't think that if she wants to have a baby with you, she really has to do with you. Song Song can make money and is talented, even if she has your seed in her belly, when your relationship really comes out The problem, she also has the confidence to divorce you."
"She's not a parasite attached to you, she can leave if she wants." After saying that, Yan Jiang didn't say any more.
After listening to Yan Jiang's words, Han Zhan made up some pictures in his brain, and he broke out in a cold sweat on the spot. He suddenly woke up. It turned out that concealing and not confessing is also a kind of harm and distrust to his partner.
"I know what to do." Han Zhan tilted his head and hammered Yanjiang's shoulder, "Thank you."
Yan Jiang waved his hand, "We are all family."
"Yes, family."
The two stood outside for a while before turning around and entering the house. The four of them all harbored ulterior motives and pretended that nothing had happened. After eating, they loaded their things into the car and headed back to the city.
When it snowed, Han Zhan installed iron chains on the wheels because he was worried that there would be ice on the provincial roads. On the way back to the city, the car drove a little slowly. Song Ci chatted with Han Zhan occasionally, and his usual tone was the same as usual.
Han Zhan suddenly realized that Song Ci was also good at disguising.
When I got home, it was already dark.
Han Zhan took the initiative to take over the responsibility of cooking, and Song Ci was not allowed to enter the kitchen. He fiddled around in the kitchen for a while, cooking a home-cooked dinner. Song Ci seemed to be in a good mood while eating the meal Han Zhan was sitting on.
After eating, Song Ci turned on the TV and found a TV series to watch.
She stared at the TV, but her heart flew.
Song Ci turned her head to look at Han Zhan until the sofa beside her collapsed and the woody cold perfume smell that belonged to Han Zhan penetrated into Song Ci's nostrils. Seeing that his hair and cheeks were wet, Song Ci said, "Have you washed your hair?"
"Um."
Song Ci bent down and took out the hair dryer from the TV cabinet. Song Ci patted her leg and said to Han Zhan, "Brother Han, bend over."
Han Zhan bent down and asked Song Ci to dry his hair.
Song Ci's fingers shuttled through Han Zhan's hair, and Han Zhan's scalp was numb, feeling comfortable and comfortable. After blowing his hair, Han Zhan didn't sit upright, but just lay sideways on the sofa with his head on Song Ci's lap.
Song Ci watched the TV, stroking Han Zhan's nose and eyes with his fingers.
"Song Ci." Han Zhan's voice sounded serious, without the usual warmth and tenderness.
Song Ci blinked and turned off the TV. She lowered her head, looked into Han Zhan's struggling and hesitant eyes, and asked him, "Do you have something to tell me?"
Han Zhan looked at her, his flickering eyes showed his uneasiness. "Song Ci, let me tell you my story, okay?"
Song Ci leaned back on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, her throat moved, "Okay."
Han Zhan closed his eyes and fell into the memories, he opened his mouth slowly and said—
"My mother gave birth to me alone as an unmarried person. After giving birth to me, she left me at my grandmother's house. She went back to school to take the assessment and determined to become an excellent air force. When I was two years old, I Unfortunately, I got lost and my whereabouts are unknown. My mother and grandfather have been looking for me for several years, but China at that time was not like China now, and the surveillance system was far less perfect than it is now."
"They searched for me for a long time, but they couldn't find me. I was a child at that time, and I had lost that memory for a long time. I also heard these things from my grandmother. But after being stolen, I still remember Remember some."
Song Ci asked suddenly: "The person who stole you was your father?"
"Um."
"My father's name is Edward St. Clooney. He is an Italian. His name may be unfamiliar to you, but you must have heard of several large-scale crimes he created." Han Zhan casually said a few words Song Ci was shocked to learn that those accidents were all criminal incidents that she had seen in the reports.
Song Ci could already imagine how vicious and vicious Edward was.
"After I was taken away by my father, I was forced to accept their family's education method, which was inhumane education. In order to make me invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, my father injected me with various poisons since I was a child. Become a humanoid poison. When I was four years old, I had to complete the family baptism ceremony. I still remember what the boy who was hurt by me looked like."
Song Ci found that Han Zhan, who was calm and calm in the face of any major incident, trembled his eyelashes in fear at this moment.
"We have four brothers and sisters in total. I have an elder brother above me, and a younger sister and younger brother below me. Among the four of us, only the eldest is the most favored by the father. The eldest always uses 'son' to call the eldest. To us, both Just call your name."
The last time he came back from Brunei, Han Zhan told Song Ci something about their brothers and sisters on the plane. Hearing this, Song Ci boldly guessed: "Your elder brother, could it be that your father's first love gave birth to him?"
Han Zhan suddenly opened his eyes and nodded to Song Ci. "yes."
Song Ci couldn't bear to think about the reaction of the other three children every time they saw their father looking at the eldest with loving and satisfied eyes, but showing indifference to them. Must be very disappointed, right? How can they not be lost, they are also children, why they have to be squeezed and bullied like animals, but the eldest can be pampered by his father
"When I knew that my younger sister and younger brother were just children born to my father's mistress, and my eldest brother was the child born to my father and his first love, I hated my elder brother's mother very much. I extreme thought that the pain of our three brothers and sisters was the result of That woman brought it to us."
"If it weren't for that woman, my father wouldn't have found so many substitute lovers! If there were no substitute lovers, we wouldn't have existed at all, and we wouldn't have to suffer those hardships! At that time, I was only five or six years old, and I hated being alive. Always fantasizing about a death that would take me away."
Song Ci was terrified when he heard that.
She felt sorry for Han Zhan at that time.
Han Zhan raised his right hand and stroked Song Ci's cheek through the leather glove, his eyes gradually lost.
Han Zhan's voice fluctuated from far to near, and he said, "You really look like her."
Song Ci's heart trembled slightly. "Like who?" The absurd guess in her heart became clearer and clearer.
Han Zhan didn't answer Song Ci's question, but said: "Father's room is full of photos of that woman. There are pictures of her smiling, playing the piano, and losing her temper. I broke into my father's room by mistake and saw The room was full of pictures of women. I was very scared. I was like walking into a secret room, and I was stared at by countless same faces, with happy or sad, crying or laughing eyes. I was so scared. Stand upside down!"
"When my father found out that I had broken into his room, he was very angry. He beat me up. The beating made me lie down for a week. Because of the deep pain, I have a special impression of that woman. Deep. It wasn't until I grew up that I found out the identity of that woman and knew her name."
"What's it called?" Song Ci asked impatiently.
Han Zhan said, "It's called Jiang Shiyu."
Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, her mother's name is Jiang Mengmeng, and her previous guesses should be all wrong.
Han Zhan saw Song Ci's reassured expression, but frowned. "Song Ci, do you know? You went to Zeus for an interview half a year ago. The first time I saw you, I thought you were very familiar."
Song Ci still remembered the day of the interview. She asked Han Zhan, "Why are you familiar? Could it be because I look like your mother?"
"No." Han Zhan shook his head and said, "On the way home, I kept thinking about where I saw you. When I got home, I vaguely guessed your identity, so I went to find my mother's photo. Staring at the appearance of my mother, I finally understand why you give me a sense of familiarity. Because of you"
Covering his eyes with his arms, Han Zhan sighed and murmured, "That face of yours is the source of my pain."
Song Ci lost consciousness as if she had been shocked by an electric shock.
She gradually regained her sanity, and asked Han Zhan for confirmation with a trembling voice: "My mother, my mother Jiang Mengmeng is your father's first love, am I right?"
Without answering Song Ci directly, Han Zhan sat up. He stared at the dark gray ground, and suddenly said: "Jiang Mengmeng, formerly named Jiang Shiyu, British Chinese. His older brother Jiang Shifeng is currently the chief pianist of the 'Angel' Orchestra."
Turning his head to stare at Song Ci with a dull expression, Han Zhan shattered all the luck in Song Ci's heart. "Song Ci, do you understand? Your mother Jiang Mengmeng is my father's first love! Because of her, my mother, A Rang's mother, all became innocent scapegoats!"
Han Zhan grabbed his hair in pain. He was like a beast that had fallen into a hunter's trap and couldn't find the exit.
Han Zhan murmured in pain: "I know your mother has done nothing wrong. It is my father who should be hacked into pieces! But Song Ci, I hate your mother so much!"
"Remember, in the hospital, when I treated you as a spy and pinched your neck, I really wanted to kill you! But when you begged me to cooperate with you and let me marry you, I was An evil thought came into my mind.”
That thought was so despicable that Han Zhan was so ashamed that he didn't have the courage to continue.
Song Ci's heart was also a little messy. Hearing this, she suddenly roared: "Speak up! Don't you dare to say it if you dare to think and do it?"
After being yelled at by Song Ci, Han Zhan's spirit lifted.
He looked at Song Ci uneasily, and said in a low voice: "I was thinking at the time, I could marry you, and treat you even better, like boiling a frog in warm water, and let you completely drown in my tender embrace."
"When you love me so much, I'll take you to see my father. I want to show him that the woman he can't love has long been married to another man and had a child! Let him Understand that his whole life has been a joke!"
Song Ci looked calm.
She was not angry or surprised, but asked calmly: "Then you never thought that I, who knew the truth, would be sad and sad at that time? You never thought that your father, in a fit of anger, Maybe kill me? And your brother named A Rang, he wants to kill me more than anyone else!"
Song Ci's three questions left Han Zhan speechless.
Song Ci remembered another thing, she said: "The night we went to the Shenxiang restaurant for dinner after we received the certificate, I cried bitterly on the street because of my grievances. When you hugged me and comforted me, you once said that you married me. I also have other plans”
Song Ci clearly remembered what Han Zhan said at the time. He said:
[Song Ci, how do you know that you approached me with deliberate intentions, and if I keep you, don't you have other plans?]
[Don't feel sorry for me, please make good use of me.]
"Actually, what you said at the time was true, but what you pictured was not my beauty and body, but my face, and my identity as Jiang Shiyu's daughter! You asked me to make good use of you, didn't you?" Because of your generosity, but because you are also using me!"
Unexpectedly, Song Ci could remember this incident clearly, Han Zhan was surprised and uneasy.
"I'm asking you, isn't it!" Song Ci's face turned completely cold.
Han Zhan: "Yes."
Snapped!
Song Ci slapped Han Zhan hard.
Han Zhan's left cheek was hot, and Song Ci slapped him so that his head was turned sideways.
Song Ci, who loved him so much, actually slapped him
Everyone may have an impression of the foreshadowing of the photo, but did you notice that Han Zhan's words were also my foreshadowing
(end of this chapter)