Han Wangwang found it funny and angry.
I always feel that every time I meet Jiang Bi, she is stupid and easily bewitched.
This woman Jiang Bi is poisonous, and she was given ecstasy soup.
Seeing Han Wangwang finally figured out his intention, Jiang Bi smiled. "Yeah, there is a tortoise that has been hiding her head in its shell. If she is not stimulated, she will keep hiding."
Hearing Jiang Bi's words, Han Wangwang blushed even more. "I'm not a turtle." She was a little snail at best.
"Let's go, no more blind dates, I'll take you to play." Jiang Bi stepped on the accelerator and drove Han Wangwang away.
Cheng Ziang, who was forced by his brother to come on a blind date, waited from nine o'clock in the morning until twelve o'clock in the noon.
Cheng Ziang called Cheng Yanmo as he couldn't wait for a blind date. "Brother, the other party let me go."
Cheng Yanmo could hear the schadenfreude from his younger brother's tone, and couldn't help but feel tired, "I see."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yanmo was a little anxious.
What to do, my younger brother seems to have become a dandy that everyone in Wangdongcheng despises, and I'm afraid he will be a bachelor for the rest of his life.
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Han Zhan saw Han Wangwang's circle of friends and found that she went fishing with that young lady from the Jiang family again.
It's a cold day, and the two of them are really leisurely.
Han Zhan looked through Han Wangwang's circle of friends, and found that in the past two years, Jiang Bi had appeared in Han Wangwang's circle of friends too many times.
Han Zhan is not a girl, and he doesn't understand the feelings of girls. He was afraid that he was thinking wrong, so Han Zhan quickly closed WeChat.
It happened that the meal was ready, and the housekeeper reminded Han Zhan that it was time to go downstairs for dinner.
Han Zhan turned off his work notebook and went downstairs to eat.
Passing by the indoor fountain, Han Zhan saw Han Miao and Han Jun fighting.
Their butler is pulling them away. Han Zhan stopped and asked the housekeeper, "What's going on?"
The housekeeper said: "Miaomiao snatched Junjun's Tyrannosaurus rex earlier, Junjun got angry and started fighting with Miaomiao."
Two children who can't walk fight fiercely.
Han Miao looks big, but not as fierce as Han Jun. Han Jun is like a little wolf cub, she must protect everything that belongs to her, if her sister snatches it, she must snatch it back.
But Han Jun is not as tall as Han Miao, and he is always bullied by Han Miao when he grabs things.
But being bullied, Han Jun will not give up. In her small worldview, she never stops until she reaches her goal. She doesn't know how to be afraid and give up at all, she is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.
Han Zhan admired Han Jun's bloodiness.
Intuition tells Han Zhan that among the two children, Han Jun's character is the most similar to him. He hates as much as he does, and does not hit the south wall and does not look back.
Han Zhan told the housekeeper: "Let them beat you if you don't get hurt." The child can no longer be pampered. Her parents raised her as a delicate little princess. When she grows up and enters the society, who will pamper them
His daughter doesn't need to be a princess, but a queen.
Hearing this, the housekeeper looked a little surprised.
But Han Zhan is the father of the children, so what can the housekeeper say if he has asked for this. "Okay, I understand sir."
Song Ci was about to take the children to dinner, and when she came, she happened to hear Han Zhan's words. Although Song Ci felt that Han Zhan was a bit harsh on the children, he also agreed with Han Zhan's ideas.
"Brother Han, it's time to eat." Song Ci pretended not to hear the conversation between Han Zhan and the housekeeper, and she said to the housekeeper, "Butler Jiang, take Miaomiao and Junjun to dinner."
"Well, good lady."
Butler Jiang left with the two babies, and Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "Did you eavesdrop?" Han Zhan had heard Song Ci's footsteps a long time ago.
Song Ci nodded, "Yes, I heard that."
"Feeling for them? Do you think it's wrong for me to do this?"
Song Ci thought about it seriously, and then said: "You are their father, and you love them as much as I do. Being ruthless is not a kind of love."
Seeing that Song Ci understood him, Han Zhan was relieved.
"Cibao, I won't raise my daughter as a princess, and even if I have a son in the future, I won't raise him as a little prince." Holding Song Ci in his arms, Han Zhan bowed his head in her ear She took a bite and said to her in a hoarse voice, "It's enough for our family to have you as a little princess."
Song Ci blushed silently. "Don't be shy, stay focused." The longer they get along, the more Han Zhan's personality in Song Ci's heart collapses.
When we first met, Brother Han was a serious person.
now.
A piece of white paper was dyed colorful by her.
The two came to the restaurant arm in arm, and Han Aoyu also arrived, waiting for Song Ci and Han Zhan. Butler Cai was holding a tablet and was showing something to Han Aoyu, Han Aoyu watched it with great interest.
"looking at what?"
Han Zhan pulled Song Ci to stand behind Han Zhan, and glanced into the tablet.
It turned out to be looking at the family portrait.
This photo was taken by everyone standing at the gate of the manor on the day of housewarming. At that time, many photos were taken. The old man was very enthusiastic and took pictures with everyone.
Butler Cai told Han Zhan: "The photographer has already processed the photos and sent the files over to Mr., Ms. and Mrs. for review. If they are all satisfied, then it is time to prepare for production."
Han Aoyu looked it over and said: "It's okay, this repair is not outrageous, so let's leave it at that."
Maybe it's because he can't keep up with the trend, Han Aoyu can't understand the current P-picture technology. He always felt that photos are a way of witnessing, so they should be real. If the photo P is completely distorted, it loses its essence.
Han Zhan didn't ask for these either, he handed the tablet directly to Song Ci.
"Porcelain treasure, take a look."
After all, in their family, Song Ci is the idol with the heaviest burden.
Song Ci looked at the photos and said, "It's pretty good. This is a family portrait, not an art photo. There is no need for major repairs."
"Steward Cai, call the photographer back and say yes."
"Good lady."
After Butler Cai left with the tablet in his arms, Han Aoyu said to Song Ci, "Okay, let's all sit down, otherwise the food will be cold."
"good."
Song Ci and the others did not move the chopsticks until the old man picked up the chopsticks to eat.
Han Aoyu only picked some vegetables to eat, put down his chopsticks, and suddenly said, "I'll be back in the afternoon."
Hearing this, Song Ci and Han Zhan raised their heads together. Song Ci persuaded the old man to stay: "Grandpa, if you stay here for a few more days, the children will be reluctant to part with you." Children are the best sweets, if you coax them, grandpa will stay.
But this time, Han Aoyu shook his head resolutely. He said: "No, I really have to go back. The Podocarpus pine that your grandmother gave me has not been watered for several days."
Han Zhan said, "I'll ask Uncle Zhong to go back and water it."
"No, I always watered that pine tree myself." Han Aoyu seemed particularly stubborn.
He insisted on leaving, but Han Zhan and Song Ci couldn't keep him. "Do you really want to go back?"
"Um."
"Okay, I'll take you back in person later."
"also."
After eating, Han Aoyu accompanied the great-granddaughters, and when the children had a nap, he put the hat on his head and said, "Let's go."
Han Zhan drove himself and sent Han Aoyu back to the forest villa.
Back home, Han Aoyu took the watering can to water the Luo Hansong.
Han Zhan has recently recuperated from his injuries, and he is not in a hurry to go back to work, so he stays here with his grandfather.
Standing with grandpa, staring at the pot of Podocarpus pine, Han Zhan suddenly said, "Grandma said, you planted this Podocarpus pine for her yourself. Is that so?"
"Well." Han Aoyu told Han Zhan the origin of this podocarpus in detail: "During the war to aid the elderly and resist the United States in the 1960s, I seldom got together with your grandma. At that time, your grandma was alone at home. So I planted this Podocarpus pine for her."
"When I was away, your grandma took care of this Podocarpus all the time."
Han Zhan said with a smile: "So this podocarpus not only witnessed the relationship between grandpa and grandma, but also witnessed the country's change from turmoil to stability."
"yes."
After pouring the water, the old man suddenly handed over the watering can to Han Zhan, and he asked Han Zhan: "Zhan Zhan, when grandpa is gone, you will take good care of it for grandpa."
Han Zhan continued to sprinkle the watering can, his hands trembling. He raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and said with a choked voice: "Grandpa, I don't want it. If you are gone, I will shovel it with a hoe and use it as firewood."
"Don't be angry." Han Aoyu was already hunched, and he had to look up to see Han Zhan's appearance clearly. "Grandpa is a rotten tree. If I didn't want to see you and Song girl return safely, I would have been unable to hold on."
He raised his hand slowly, and that hand covered with wrinkles and age spots touched Han Zhan's cheek.
Han Aoyu said with emotion: "Zhan Zhan, you have grown so tall that grandpa has to tiptoe to touch you."
Hearing this, Han Zhan finally couldn't hold back his emotions. The tall man of 1.9 meters knelt down in front of the old man in an instant. "Grandpa." Han Zhan hugged Han Aoyu's waist, he cried and said, "Grandpa, don't you want me too?"
Han Aoyu patted Han Zhan on the shoulder, "Why are you crying, grandpa is already in his eighties or nineties."
"Grandpa, Zhan Zhan can't bear you." The night was dark, no one saw, Han Zhan hugged the old man, crying like a five or six-year-old child.
In the middle of the night, before Han Zhan came back, Song Ci called him. "Brother Han, aren't you coming back tonight?" Song Ci stood at the door of the children's room, talking to Han Zhan in a low voice.
Han Zhan stood outside Han Aoyu's room door, he hummed, and told Song Ci, "I'll be here tonight." Han Zhan's tone was serious, as if something important had happened.
Song Ci felt uneasy, and she asked hesitantly, "Grandpa, did you eat a lot at night?"
Han Zhan: "I hardly touch food."
Hearing this, Song Ci's heart sank a little. "So is he asleep now?"
"Just fell asleep." Han Zhan had just finished speaking when he suddenly heard the old man cough. The cough seemed to be unstoppable, and the cough became more and more severe.
Song Ci also heard it.
"I'll come too," she said.
"No, you stay with the cubs. If, if the time is up, I will notify you to come over."
"Well."
After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan opened the door and strode to grandpa's bed, poured a cup of warm tea for grandpa, and handed it to him. Han Aoyu took a sip of tea, and Han Zhan noticed some blood on the teacup.
But he didn't say anything.
Han Aoyu lay down slowly, waved to Han Zhan, and said, "Go and rest, grandpa is fine."
"good."
Han Zhan walked out lightly and closed the door for Grandpa.
He didn't go back to his room to rest, but came to Zhong Buhui's room. Zhong Buhui didn't sleep either, he was sitting alone at the small tea table in the room, drinking wine.
As soon as Han Zhan entered the room, he smelled the wine, and his heart sank.
"Uncle Zhong."
Zhong Buhui put down his wine glass and looked up to see Han Zhan with a panicked expression. "I'll just take a sip."
Han Zhan waved his hand, "It's okay, you drink." Everyone has a time when they are depressed and have nowhere to vent.
Zhong Buhui felt relieved.
Holding the wine glass, he took a small sip and motioned Han Zhan to sit down by himself.
Han Zhan sat for a while without speaking, and when Zhong Buhui picked up the bottle to pour the wine again, he suddenly said, "Is there any wine glass? I'll have some too."
Zhong Buhui glanced at him, then got up silently, went to the cabinet and took out a wine glass.
Poured a glass for Han Zhan, Zhong Buhui handed the glass to Han Zhan and asked him, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Han Zhan took a sip of his wine.
The alcohol content is high, and Han Zhan feels a little uncomfortable after not drinking this kind of wine for a long time. Han Zhan turned the cup in his hand and asked Zhong Buhui, "Why is Uncle Zhong so sad?"
Zhong Buhui's mouth was constricted, and finally he couldn't control his emotions, and cried out with his hands on his forehead. "Zhan Zhan, the old man is dying soon."
Han Zhan had already seen it, but hearing this from Zhong Buhui, Han Zhan still felt like being struck by lightning. "What the hell is going on?" Something must have happened that he didn't know about.
Zhong Buhui said: "During the time you and Miss Song were away, the old man's appetite has always been poor. At first I thought it was because he was concerned about your safety that he didn't think about food or talk."
"Unexpectedly, one day, the old man coughed suddenly and coughed up a mouthful of blood. I was shocked at the time, and despite the old man's objection, I took him to the hospital forcibly. After an examination, the doctor said that the organs in the old man's body began to fail rapidly , a large piece of the lung has been damaged."
Zhong Buhui pressed his forehead, crying until his nose ran down his pants. "The old man is too old to be cured." People are old, and the internal organs have been working for decades, and suddenly they can't.
This is a disease that no one can recover from.
After listening, Han Zhan took another sip of wine.
He stared at the sadness and wept bitterly, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that Zhong Buhui would be heard by the grandfather in the next room, and he felt uncomfortable. That night, Han Zhan and Zhong Bugui didn't close their eyes.
The next morning, as soon as the sun came out, Han Zhan knocked on Grandpa's door.
Han Aoyu said, "Come in."
Hearing Grandpa's voice, Han Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.
When Han Zhan walked into the room, he saw Han Aoyu sitting on the head of the bed with his coat only half on. Han Zhan hurried over to help grandpa put on his clothes.
After getting dressed, Han Aoyu saw that the weather outside was fine, he said: "The weather is fine, do you want to go fishing?"
Han Zhan asked with a smile, "Grandpa will accompany me?"
"Um."
"Well."
There is a small river at the foot of the mountain. It is the small river that Han Zhan took Cheng Yanmo to play when he was a child, but Cheng Yanmo rolled into it and almost drowned.
Han Zhan threw out the fishing rod and chatted with Han Aoyu about their childhood.
Han Aoyu said: "When you were picked up when you were young, you had a very withdrawn personality, but after you recovered, you were like a flying centipede, you couldn't stay idle."
"At that time, whenever old man Cheng saw you going to play with his grandson, he would bother you. But that kid Yanmo likes you the most. As soon as you go, he will run after you."
The sun was warm, and the old man told Han Zhan a lot of interesting things about his childhood. As I was talking, I felt sleepy. "I'll sleep for a while, call me when the fishing rod moves."
Han Zhan nodded hesitantly, "OK."
The old man fell asleep as soon as he said, and Han Zhan waited for the old man to fall asleep, and he had to reach out to check the old man's breath after a while.
After confirming that Grandpa is still angry, Han Zhan is relieved.
After two or three hours, they caught a silver carp and a few small carp. Han Zhan drove his grandfather and Yu'er home. When he got home, he found that Song Ci and the children had also come.
"Did you catch any fish?" Song Ci walked over and supported the old man.
"I caught a few and made it at noon!"
With the support of Song Ci, Han Aoyu poked his crutches and walked towards the house.
When Han Miao and Han Jun saw the grandfather, they knelt down and crawled to the grandfather's feet. They stood up along the Taigong's legs and acted like a baby with him.
"ah!"
Han Miao: Grandpa, I need a hug.
"Ah, ah!"
Han Jun: Hug me, grandpa, Hug me quickly, grandpa.
Han Aoyu looked at the two cuties happily, he wanted to hug them, but unfortunately he was too weak to hold them. Han Zhan gave Song Ci a look, "Cibao, help grandpa to sit down."
"Okay." Song Ci helped Grandpa sit down on the grand master's chair.
Han Zhan put down the bucket of fish, then held a little guy in one hand, and put the children by his grandfather's lap. The children circled around Han Aoyu's thighs, and Han Aoyu looked at them with a smile, which he had never heard before.
Han Zhan and Song Ci went into the house to cook fish.
Song Ci planned to make a pot of radish and fish soup with silver carp and radishes from his grandfather's vegetable patch.
Han Zhan plans to make a spicy fish.
When Han Miao was tired, she rested on her grandfather's lap. Han Aoyu really liked it in his heart, so he hugged the child on his lap with all his strength.
She teased Han Miao, and said to her, "Miaomiao is a sister, and she will protect her from now on, you know?"
Han Miao understood the word "sister" right away. Hearing this, she raised her chubby little hand and slapped Han Jun on the head. Han Jun raised her head in bewilderment, and seeing it was Han Miao, she also reached out her hand, grabbed Han Miao's hand, and squeezed hard.
Han Aoyu felt tired.
What about the two sisters who agreed to go on a blind date
Fortunately, Han Jun was soon attracted by other things. She climbed to the side of the coffee table and went to play with succulent potted plants.
Han Miao found that the grandfather was about to fall asleep, so he patted the grandfather's chin mischievously. "Ah!" Han Miao reminded the grandfather not to sleep.
Han Miao patted the grandfather several times, but couldn't wake him up, so he was a little anxious. "ah!"
"ah!"
Hearing Han Miao's shout, Zhong Buhui, who was wiping the dust from the photos on the wall with a feather duster, turned his head and took a look. Seeing the old man suddenly closed his eyes and fell asleep, Zhong Buhui suddenly raised the alarm bell in his heart.
"Old man, are you sleepy again?" Seeing that the old man did not answer, Zhong Buhui hurriedly put the feather duster in front of Han Zhan's trophy, and strode towards Han Aoyu.
"Old man?" Zhong Buhui raised his voice and called out again.
Han Aoyu still didn't respond.
Zhong Buhui's expression changed slightly! He carefully stretched out his index finger and placed it in front of the old man's nose. The old man's breathing was very weak, and he could only exhale, not inhale!
Zhong Buhui shook his hands, and his voice became trembling: "Zhan Zhan, come quickly, the old man seems to be dying!"
bang-
The porcelain bowl in Song Ci's hand fell to the ground.
That fall, as if there was something, it was gone!
Han Zhan and Song Ci ran out of the kitchen together.
Like Zhong Buhui, Han Zhan put his finger in front of his grandfather's nose.
As expected, Han Aoyu could only exhale, not inhale.
Even though he had been mentally prepared for a long time, when this moment really came, Han Zhan still felt heartbroken. "Grandpa!"
"Grandpa! Wake up, open your eyes and look at Zhan Zhan, it's time for us to eat!"
Han Aoyu's eyelids trembled, and his eyes gradually opened a crack, as if he glanced at Han Zhan, but also didn't seem to look at him. After a while, Han Aoyu suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long sigh.
"Why!"
After sighing, the old man closed his eyes.
At this time, he had even stopped breathing.
Han Zhan stared at the grandfather's appearance for more than ten seconds, and then slowly knelt down on one knee in front of the grandfather's legs, and kowtowed deeply on the grandfather's body several times.
"Grandpa, let's go."
Seeing this, Zhong Buhui couldn't hold back his emotions anymore, hugged the old man's shoulder on the spot, lay on his shoulder and cried bitterly.
Song Ci was also crying, wiping away tears while crying.
The two guards outside the house heard the commotion inside and ran into the house too. Seeing the old man leaving, they saluted him with a standard military salute.
Han Zhan stood up, touched his eyes vigorously, and then said to Song Ci in a hoarse voice: "Cibao, bring the register, we have to call and inform relatives and friends to come to the funeral."
This list has been sorted out a long time ago, just in case the old man will pass away one day and forget to invite a certain relative because of his carelessness.
Song Ci nodded, "Okay, I'll get it now."
She took the daughters away first, then called Song Fei and told her to come and help take care of the nieces. After the phone call, Song Ci put the children in the nursery before looking for the roster.
It wasn't until this day that netizens really realized what kind of big man Mr. Han is.
In the afternoon, relatives came in droves, all dressed in black. Han Dongliang, who was seventy years old, rushed to the forest villa immediately with his son Han Yueyun, daughter-in-law Lin Jiao'e, granddaughter Han Wangwang, and grandson Han Junjun.
After entering the mourning hall, Han Dongliang and his children and grandchildren knelt in front of his cousin Han Aoyu's coffin, respectfully offered incense, kowtowed, and burned the paper.
Immediately behind them were Jin Luolan and his wife, Di Rongrong and Mo Yao. After Mo Yao and the others left Han's house, they went on a trip to the city next door. When they received a call, they rushed over without stopping.
As soon as she entered the room, seeing Uncle Han's solemn posthumous photo on the table, the most vulnerable Di Rongrong burst into tears on the spot. It's good that she didn't cry, but when she cried, Mo Yao and Jin Luolan also wiped away their tears.
Mo Yao, who seldom took the initiative to comfort others after burning incense, hugged Han Zhan this time. "Zhan Zhan."
Han Zhan didn't make a sound.
Mo Yao told him: "Zhan Zhan, don't be too sad, your grandfather, he just went to see your grandmother and mother, he is not alone."
Han Zhan raised the corners of his lips forcefully, showing a smile uglier than crying, nodded and said, "Godmother Mo Yao, don't worry about me, I'm fine." He's an adult in his thirties, he won't accept I don't know this fact, I just feel uncomfortable in my heart, so my mood is not good.
On this day, Han Aoyu's close friends, as well as the descendants of those deceased friends, rushed to Wangdong City from all over the world, including more than a dozen young people who temporarily lived abroad.
At eight o'clock in the evening, several representatives attended the funeral in a low-key manner, offered a stick of incense to Han Aoyu, and kowtowed a few times. They chatted with the old gentlemen who had been present for a while, and then left in a hurry because of their official duties.
As for Han Zhan, he was wearing an all-black suit and Dai Xiao stood in front of the door, motionless, like a bronze sculpture. For a full fourteen hours, Han Zhan stood up all the time except for going to the toilet, without even drinking.
As for Song Ci, she also accompanied Han Zhan.
At two o'clock in the evening, no one will come. Han Zhan gave Yan Jiang a look and told him, "Ah Jiang, take Song Ci to rest."
Song Ci subconsciously asked Han Zhan, "What about you?"
Han Zhan shook his head, "I have to keep my filial piety."
Han Zhan is Han Aoyu's mourner, he cannot sleep tonight. When no guests came, Han Zhan had to kneel in front of the coffin to burn paper for the old man.
This is his duty and responsibility.
Han Zhan has strong physical fitness. When he was a soldier, he could go without sleep or food for up to six days, so it was not difficult for him to go without sleep for three days.
Song Ci said: "I won't go, I will accompany you."
"Don't be stubborn, listen to me, you have to take care of yourself. After the funeral is over, I have to wait for you to take care of me." The funeral ceremony will be held for three days, and Han Zhan has almost no sleep time for these three days.
When the funeral is over, Han Zhan will also have to lose his body. If he and Song Ci both fell down, it would be a big trouble.
Song Ci weighed it up before agreeing to Han Zhan.
Song Ci thought she couldn't sleep, but after standing for more than ten hours in a row, her body would get tired too. Song Ci unexpectedly fell asleep.
Song Ci got up in the morning and went downstairs to see Han Zhan still standing in front of the door, receiving the new guests. He changed into a black suit, shaved his beard, and looked in good spirits.
Song Fei told Song Ci: "He didn't rest last night."
Song Ci felt sorry for Han Zhan, but couldn't say anything.
According to Han Aoyu's last wish, after his death, his body will be cremated. The cremated ashes will be scattered in the virgin forest on the southwest border by helicopter.
The southwest border is a piece of heaven and earth that Han Aoyu spends his whole life protecting. After his death, his soul coexists with the border, guarding this land forever and ever.
All these activities have been approved.
When the body was cremated, many old friends were wiping away tears.
Han Zhan stood together with the staff. When he saw his grandfather being pushed into the cremation furnace, he thought of the grandfather who was fishing and talking with him a few days ago, and he would never see him again. Han Zhan finally had a complete emotional breakdown. Holding the portrait of his grandfather, he knelt down and cried bitterly.
The last person who would love him as a child also left. From this day on, he is no longer a child
Song Ci heard Han Zhan's heartbreaking cry, she covered her face, bit her lip and wept silently.
Han Zhan then went to the southwest again, and when he came back, it was already two days later.
As soon as he got home, he didn't even take a shower, so he folded his clothes and fell into bed and went to sleep.
Song Ci stood by the bed, looking at Han Zhan's sleeping face, and recalled many memories. In the previous life, old man Han passed away, and Han Zhan escorted the portrait of the old man to the funeral home in hemp and mourning.
That scene was recorded by the camera, and everyone knew that the boss of Zeus International turned out to be the grandson of Mr. Han.
Later, when he was interviewed by the merchant newspaper, Han Zhan revealed that the most regrettable thing in his life was not being able to get married and have children, so that the foreign police could leave with peace of mind.
Han Zhan's biggest regret in his previous life was finally fulfilled in this life.
Song Ci lay down with Han Zhan, hugged Han Zhan, and noticed that Han Zhan had lost a lot of weight. Song Ci made up his mind to hurry up and raise all the meat he lost.
Han Zhan slept for a full twenty-seven hours. Han Zhan woke up again, from starvation.
Seeing that Song Ci was sleeping soundly, Han Zhan got up lightly and went to the kitchen wearing slippers. Entering the kitchen, Han Zhan opened the thermos pot and saw that there were three dishes and one soup in the pot, and his heart immediately warmed up.
Butler Cai hadn't slept yet. When he noticed Han Zhan getting up, Butler Cai also walked out of the room. Even at night, Butler Cai wore a meticulous butler suit.
"Good evening, sir."
Han Zhan took the dishes out of the pot by himself and ate them directly by the stove.
Butler Cai didn't think Han Zhan was vulgar either.
In his opinion, the roughness of a person's soul is the real roughness.
Butler Cai told Han Zhan: "This is the meal my wife made for my husband before going to bed. She said that my husband should wake up tonight. I know you will be hungry when you wake up, so I specially used a thermos to keep you warm."
While eating, Han Zhan said, "I know." When Han Zhan saw the appearance of the dishes and tasted them, he knew that these dishes were made by Song Ci.
The hot and sour potato shreds were cut thicker, which was much worse than his chef's knife skills. Besides, the braised pork ribs are too sweet, and the cook is certified, so he won't make such substandard dishes.
Butler Cai smiled and said, "That's right, sir must be able to taste Madam's craftsmanship."
After Han Zhan finished his meal, he threw the plate into the dishwasher, and then asked Butler Cai: "I'm not here these days, what happened at home?"
"It's all good."
"Um."
Han Zhan told Butler Cai to go to bed earlier, and he went for a walk outside the house alone to digest.
Reluctantly, it was too cold outside and the wind was blowing, so Han Zhan stayed for more than ten minutes before returning to the house.
Back in the room, fearing that Song Ci would wake up if he was too cold, Han Zhan went to the bathtub in the guest bedroom to wash himself clean, and returned to the room when he was warm.
As soon as he lay down, Song Ci rolled into his arms like a warm baby. "Going to take a bath?" Song Ci knew that Han Zhan had woken up.
Han Zhan asked her, "When did you wake up?"
"Just now, when you opened the door, you suddenly woke up."
"Sorry to bother you."
"It's okay." Song Ci lay her head on Han Zhan's chest. She touched Han Zhan's stomach and asked him, "Have you eaten? Are you full?" Song Ci was afraid that Han Zhan would be hungry, so she cooked him all big servings.
Han Zhan said: "I'm full, I'm full."
Fingers stroking Song Cixiu's back back and forth, Han Zhan said, "Will you help me digest?"
Song Ci actually wanted to sleep very much, but Han Zhan just had a meal, took a walk and took a bath, and he was in good spirits. Song Ci said: "I really want to sleep." She didn't like playing digestion games with Han Zhan very much.
Han Zhan: "You sleep with yours, I play with mine."
Song Ci wanted to scold her mother, but she couldn't bear to scold him.
He is a fragile poor child who needs love and care recently, and Song Ci finally agreed to him.
(end of this chapter)