Han Zhan pressed Song Ci into his arms and said, "Take it off for me." His voice suddenly became much lower, and that hoarse voice made Song Ci tremble all over.
Song Ci and Han Zhan have been separated for two months. She stays in the pharmaceutical workshop every day, like a pool of calm spring water. As soon as Han Zhan spoke, the wind rose and the spring water rippled.
Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan meaningfully before saying, "Old rascal!"
But she just so happens to be a little rascal.
The little hooligan sat up from Han Zhan's arms, and gently helped Han Zhan take off his clothes and pants. Before doing this kind of thing, Song Ci must have molested Han Zhan, but today she is reluctant.
For the first time, she didn't pay attention to Han Zhan's muscular figure. All her attention was on Han Zhan's wound.
Before going to country D to perform a mission, although Han Zhan successfully protected his stomach with a bulletproof vest, he suffered gunshot wounds on his left arm and calf.
The gauze on the wound had already been removed, revealing two gunshot wounds. The wound was sutured with surgical needles, and it has begun to heal now, but it has not completely healed. The pink and tender new flesh formed a huge contrast with Han Zhan's original skin color.
Song Ci felt a pain in his chest when he thought of Han Zhan running around in the hail of bullets. She gently touched the wound on Han Zhan's left arm with her fingers, and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"
Han Zhan: "It hurts."
Hearing this, Song Ci felt even more distressed.
But Song Ci was satisfied that Han Zhan could come back alive. "Han Zhan, promise me that you won't do this kind of thing again, okay?"
This time he succeeded in bringing all his comrades back, and Han Zhan had a clear conscience.
Hearing Song Ci's request, Han Zhan held half of Song Ci's right hand nails. Feeling the coolness on Song Ci's fingertips, he couldn't help but put her fingers to his lips and kissed her.
"From now on, I will only be the boss of Zeus International, the husband of Song Ci, and the father of Miaomiao and Junjun." He didn't care about other things.
He is a man, not a god. With a family, Han Zhan also cherishes his life. He just wants to live a good life with his wife and children.
Hearing this, Song Ci felt relieved.
Han Zhan suddenly groaned, "The wound hurts so much. If you blow it off, it won't hurt anymore." At an age, Han Zhan still shamelessly acted like a baby with Song Ci,
Miaomiao and Junjun always act coquettishly with Song Ci like this, and Han Zhan is also Song Ci's baby Zhan, so it's not too much to act coquettishly.
Song Ci laughed at him: "You're not a three-year-old baby anymore, you're still bragging." Song Ci disliked Han Zhan very much, but still lowered her head and gently blew on Han Zhan's wound.
When she lowered her head, her hair was hanging on Han Zhan's chest, a little itchy.
It's not just the skin that's itchy, but also the heart.
Han Zhan suddenly pinched Song Ci's arm, suggesting to her: "I've been blown, let's do something else." Blowing is boring, biting is interesting.
Song Ci subconsciously said, "I haven't prepared anything."
Han Zhan never let Song Ci down. He reached out to find the wallet on the bedside table, opened the wallet, and took out two small things from the wallet under Song Ci's dumbfounded gaze.
"Everything, I'm ready."
Song Ci: "."
"Old bastard!"
Song Ci spat and cursed, but still reached out and took the things in Han Zhan's hand, and went to work by herself.
Because Han Zhan's health has not recovered well, many postures are inconvenient to practice. After tasting the meat, the two hugged each other and fell asleep.
The next morning, Song Cicai asked Han Zhan why he came to Mo's house suddenly.
Han Zhan said, "I'm here to bring warmth to the Mo family."
Song Ci: "What warmth do you want to send?" She didn't believe that Han Zhan would be so kind.
Han Zhan: "I will give whatever is missing from Mo's family." Before dying, it is humanitarian to give criminals a full meal.
Song Ci suddenly felt that Han Zhan had a bad heart.
Song Ci soaked in the pharmacy in the morning, and at noon, Mo Suiyun, who was in charge, came over and asked her to have lunch. The richest man Han Zhan came and gave the Mo family a lot of good things for free. The Mo family wanted to thank Han Zhan and specially hosted a banquet for him.
Song Ci followed Mo Suiyun to the banquet building. On the way, she asked Mo Suiyun, "What did Han Zhan give us?" Song Ci said 'we', which made Mo Suiyun laugh.
"Returning to the young master, Mr. Han sent us two helicopters. From now on, the family will live and go out to treat people, so we don't have to travel to and fro again."
Song Ci's heart ached.
Two helicopters, a lot of money!
Wouldn't it be nice to buy gems for her, toys for the children, and meat for Han Zhan himself
When Song Ci arrived at the dining room, she saw Han Zhan and Song Fei who was sitting with Han Zhan.
Although Song Ci and Song Fei look similar, one has a naturally smiling face and the other has a cold face. Song Fei wanted to play Song Ci, so she couldn't lose her horse. She always smiled when she met everyone, until her face froze.
Seeing Song Ci coming, Song Fei looked at her with resentful eyes.
Song Ci suppressed a smile and sat down beside Song Fei. As soon as Song Ci sat down, Song Ci heard Song Fei say, "Get this done quickly, and we'll get back together."
She always smiled when she met everyone, and Song Fei almost had fits of laughter.
I don't know why Song Ci loves to laugh so much.
Song Ci put on a sullen face and said, "I'll lend you Han Zhan to act in a show, you should be content. You know, I never lend a man and Bra."
"Fuck off, your Han Zhan is too serious and not cute at all." Yan Jiang is still cute, and it's very fun to knead Song Fei whatever he wants.
The two sisters whispered together, but Han Zhan couldn't hear what they were talking about.
But now it is early spring, and the Chinese toon tree has just sprouted buds.
The Mo family planted a lot of toon trees. Seeing Han Zhan, a rich man in a big city, thinking that he might rarely eat food from these mountains, the cook of the Mo family specially bought some toon vegetables and made a plate of toon leaves. Scrambled eggs, and a bowl of cold salad with coriander, houttuynia cordata and dried red pepper.
Those who like these two dishes love them to death, and those who don't love them vomit to death.
Like Song Ci, Song Fei doesn't like coriander. And Song Fei was even more picky. Not only did she not like coriander, but she also didn't like toon.
Han Zhan suddenly picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a pair of coriander, put them into Song Fei's bowl thoughtfully, and said to Song Fei in a gentle tone, "Song Ci, try this, especially for dinner."
When Mo Suixin saw this scene, he smiled and said: "Mr. Han, you really have a good eye. The dish you picked up just now is a famous dish on our side. Life was hard in the past, so let's just eat this bowl of dish and eat it." Can eat two bowls of rice!"
"Madam Han." Mo said to Song Fei expectantly: "Madam Han, try it and see how it tastes?"
Song Fei stared at the coriander in the bowl. Under the table, she suddenly lifted her shoe and stepped on Han Zhan's foot hard.
Song Fei was wearing sneakers, and her foot didn't have the power of high heels. Han Zhan didn't even frown.
"Song Ci, try it, if you like it, we'll take some back when we go back." Han Zhan acted very fond of his wife.
Seeing that Mo Suixin and Mrs. Mo were looking at her expectantly, Song Fei could only pick up the chopsticks and eat the mouthful of coriander expressionlessly.
Song Fei took a bite of Houttuynia cordata.
I thought coriander was the most unpalatable vegetable in the world, but the Houttuynia cordata once again refreshed Song Fei's senses.
Song Fei's mouth was full of the fishy smell of Houttuynia cordata, and she almost vomited it out.
Song Fei closed her five senses and swallowed the coriander and Houttuynia cordata, and quickly took a sip from the water glass.
Mrs. Mo was amused by Song Fei's expression of looking at death like home, "Is the taste strange and difficult to accept?"
Song Fei was afraid that Han Zhan would continue to bully her, so she nodded quickly and replied honestly, "I'm not used to this dish, it smells so strong of fish."
"Otherwise, why is it called Houttuynia cordata?" Han Zhan clicked his tongue, picked up a chopstick and put scrambled eggs with Chinese toon vegetables into Song Fei's bowl.
"The cook said that this is a Chinese toon dish just picked from the tree, which is very fresh. Song Ci, didn't you say you wanted to try the most authentic Chinese toon dish last time? Come, try it."
This time Han Zhan didn't force Song Fei to eat the toon vegetables, he was busy picking up some fresh spring bamboo shoots with his serving chopsticks.
He put the spring bamboo shoots in a Song porcelain bowl and said to her, "Sister Fei, I heard from Song Ci that you like fried spring bamboo shoots with bacon. Come, try it."
Stir-fried spring bamboo shoots with bacon is a dish that Song Ci especially likes to eat. When she looked at the spring bamboo shoots in her bowl, and then at the toon vegetables in Song Fei's bowl, she immediately wanted to laugh.
But she dared not.
Song Ci sat beside Song Fei, and could feel the suppressed anger in Song Fei's body. Song Ci felt that something was wrong, and always felt that Han Zhan would suffer retribution.
One is the elder sister, the other is the husband, she can't afford to offend either one, so she doesn't help anyone, just bows her head and eats her own.
After dinner, Song Ci slipped away early on the pretext of needing medicine.
If he continued to stay, Song Fei would definitely find an excuse to take him away, and then be taught a lesson by Song Fei.
After Song Ci left, Mo Suixin took Han Zhan to visit Mo's house. He took Han Zhan to visit the medicine field and the pharmacy workshop, and went to the Shensi Building to introduce him to the life of Mo Liansheng's ancestor.
Coming out of the Shensi Building, Han Zhan took a special look at the Chasing Sun Arrow.
Han Zhan looked down at Mo Suixin, and said, "My wife, told me the story of this bow and arrow on the phone before. Is this the Sun Chasing Arrow?"
Mo Suixin laughed, "Yes!"
Mo Suixin saw that Han Zhan was very interested in the bow, so he invited him to the high platform and took a closer look. "Mr. Han, you come with me."
Han Zhan followed Mo Suixin and boarded the stone platform.
Under the spring sun, Zhu Rijian's whole body was red, as coquettish as fresh blood, appearing evil.
When Han Zhan was inquiring about Nangongxian's literature, he saw the pictures drawn by those experts on the Sun Chasing Arrow in the literature. The Sun Chaser Arrow on the data, although quite imposing, looks even more feminine, and it looks like a woman's weapon.
But the real Sun Chasing Arrow is just a simple bow and arrow. It is so simple that there are no decorations on it, only the word Nangongxian.
Looking at the bow and arrow at close range, Han Zhan suddenly felt a little pain in his heart.
He asked Mo Suixin: "Can I touch this arrow?"
"sure."
Over the years, I don't know how many people have touched this sword.
This sword looks evil, but in fact it is not evil, touch it, it is not a problem.
With the permission of Patriarch Mo, Han Zhan stared at the bow for a while, then raised his crippled right hand, and gently pressed his thumb on the three characters 'Nangongxian'.
As soon as he touched the Sun Chasing Arrow, Han Zhan's heart throbbed violently.
He frowned, and pulled his hand back abruptly.
"What's wrong?" Mo Suixin was taken aback.
Han Zhan didn't show any strangeness, he said: "The touch is so smooth, it doesn't look like an ancient weapon at all, and there is no trace of old."
Mo Suixin nodded and said: "This bow has been exposed to the sun and rain for six hundred years, and it is always brand new, which is also miraculous."
Han Zhan stretched out his hand towards Sun Chasing Arrow again.
This time, his heart was still throbbing, but Han Zhan had suffered more painful experiences in his life, so he appeared very calm.
Han Zhan stroked the word Nangongxian repeatedly, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart. He wanted to cry a little, and he didn't even realize that he was crying.
"Mr. Han, why are you crying?" Mo Suixin noticed Han Zhan's tears and was taken aback.
When Han Zhan came back to his senses, he was a little surprised.
He cried
Han Zhan touched his eyes, and he really felt damp and hot.
Han Zhan felt something was wrong, but he didn't show it.
He said: "Thinking of the story between General Nangongxian and Patriarch Mo, I feel sorry for them."
Mo Suixin's expression was a little embarrassed, and he said dryly, "Mr. Han's feelings are quite delicate." An old guy in his thirties and forties, who still shed tears easily, felt quite...subtle.
Han Zhan also felt embarrassed, "I am a person with well-developed lacrimal glands, so I cry easily."
Mo Suixin expressed his understanding, changed the subject, and said, "Since Mr. Han is injured and needs to recuperate for a while, why not just stay in the valley for a while?"
Han Zhan was waiting for this sentence, "Then excuse me."
"What's the trouble, it's an honor for our Mo family to entertain a distinguished guest like Mr. Han, and I hope Mr. Han will not dislike you."
"how come."
As the head of the Mo family, Mo Suixin didn't have time to stay with Han Zhan all the time.
After leaving Shensi Building, Mo Suixin was called away, and Han Zhan returned to the dormitory building accompanied by Mo Suiyun. As soon as he walked downstairs, Han Zhan felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.
this feeling.
Could it be that you ate something bad at noon
Han Zhan had bad legs and script, but his stomach was uncomfortable, so he could only hurry to the toilet.
Mo Suiyun watched helplessly as Han Zhan quickly returned to the room and went straight to the toilet.
He froze for a moment, realized that Han Zhan was in a hurry to go to the toilet, touched his nose in embarrassment, and left.
Han Zhan had squatted in the toilet for five minutes before he felt comfortable. He went back to the bed and lay down again, thinking he could sleep for a while, but his stomach started to rumble again!
For the next two hours, Han Zhan kept running back and forth between the bed and the toilet.
In the evening, Song Ci went to the cafeteria for dinner, and when she returned to the dormitory, she found Han Zhan lying on the bed with a weak face, like a deflated ball.
Soft and pitiful, as if it had been ravaged.
Song Ci was taken aback, thinking that Han Zhan was seriously ill, "Han Zhan, what's wrong with you?" She noticed that Han Zhan's lips were dry, so she hurriedly felt Han Zhan's pulse.
Song Ci didn't know how to feel his pulse before, but after studying with the big brothers of the Mo family for a period of time, Song Ci could feel his pulse too.
Looking at Han Zhan's pulse, it is obviously
"You have diarrhea?" What did you eat to make you have such severe diarrhea
At this time, Han Zhan had already figured out the reason for his diarrhea. It wasn't because he ate something bad, it was because he was bullied by someone!
Han Zhan was extremely weak, and his voice sounded particularly dry. He said, "Cibao, Song Fei beat me up." Han Zhan looked like a child complaining. "Cibao, you have to talk about Song Fei carefully, that woman's heart is so poisonous, I haven't stopped for more than two hours."
Song Ci didn't feel sorry for Han Zhan, but this was Song Fei who Han Zhan provoked first.
Han Zhan is cheap and deserves to be punished.
Song Ci comforted Han Zhan: "Aren't you well now? You should play tricks on Song Fei first. You don't care about this matter. I can't get justice from her."
Han Zhan was miserable, he said: "I'm not healed, I just have an empty stomach."
Han Zhan used to hear people mention the word 'femme heart', but now he really understands how vicious the 'femme heart' is.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, regretting too much. "I will never bully Song Fei again"
Song Ci felt that Han Zhan was too pitiful, and finally bit the bullet and went to find Song Fei.
Song Fei closed the door, not knowing what to do in the room.
Song Ci knocked on the door three times.
After a while, Song Fei came to open the door. She was wearing pajamas, with a pair of headphones hanging around her neck, leaning crookedly against the door frame.
Looking at Song Ci outside the door expressionlessly, Song Fei sneered, and sneered at her: "I want an antidote for your man? Song Ci, good job, your man bullies me first, you don't help me?" I'll just forget about it, and I still have the face to settle accounts?"
The younger sister is a white-eyed wolf, so there is no need to raise it anymore, it is more interesting to raise a puppy. The little milk dog can also eat and sleep with him.
(end of this chapter)