"You still read medical books?" Han Zhan stared at the floor, trying not to look at that dishonest Song Ci.
Song Ci hummed. Seeing that Han Zhan was indifferent to her teasing, she found it boring.
Returning to a dignified appearance, Song Ci walked to the bookshelf, stroked the medical books with her fingers, and said in a low voice, "My father is a surgeon. After he came to China, he specially learned traditional Chinese massage techniques."
When you get married in the future and you are tired from work, I can give you a massage when you get home. "As for how to press it, it depends on Song Ci's technique.
When she said that, Han Zhan felt numb all over his body.
Han Zhan didn't dare to think too much.
For an old man in his thirties, there are some things that can get out of hand just thinking about it.
"Your father is of Chinese descent?" Hearing what Song Ci said, Han Zhan thought that Song Ci's father was born and raised abroad of Chinese descent.
Song Ci nodded, and she said, "Yes, my father is Chinese, and my mother is Chinese-American."
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci's face, and suddenly said, "No wonder your facial features are deeper than usual." Especially the eye sockets are deeper than ordinary Chinese girls, with a well-shaped outline.
Song Ci thought that Han Zhan was praising her for her beauty.
Han Zhan got up and walked to Song Ci's side, took a surgical technique from the bookshelf, went to the bed and sat down, reading the book quietly with his head down.
In the room, it was very quiet for a while.
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan, and found that Han Zhan was used to flipping through books with his left hand, and his right hand was always hidden in the glove. Song Ci really wanted to ask Han Zhan how his right hand was injured, but he was afraid of touching Han Zhan's heartache, so he gave up.
After reading a dozen or so pages of a book, Aunt Zhang knocked on the door.
"Miss Song, Mr. Han, the meal is ready, and Mr. Mu is back, you can go downstairs to eat." Aunt Zhang was very polite and didn't open the door, afraid of seeing something inappropriate for children.
Song Ci was playing with her mobile phone, and she hummed when she heard Yan, "Come here."
She locked the screen of her phone, reached out to take the book from Han Zhan's hand, and stuffed it back on the shelf.
Turning around, Song Ci leaned back against the bookshelf, licked her red lips, and asked Han Zhan with a smile, "What are you doing reading? I can't do it?"
Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was flirting again. He intended to flirt with Song Ci, so he said: "Reading makes people calm, what about you?"
Han Zhan opened his lips, clearly saying three words, but he was silent. But Song Ci kept staring at his mouth, so he could tell what he was talking about naturally.
— just want to sleep.
So flirtatious!
Song Ci bent down, poked Han Zhan's chest with her fingers, and asked him wonderingly, "Mr. Han, you are so provocative, why didn't you have a girlfriend before?"
Han Zhan pinched her fingers and said, "Isn't this waiting for you to appear?"
Song Ci's heart was shot again, and her heartbeat was out of control. She stood up straight, leaning against the desk, and stayed away from Han Zhan, the demon leader.
Song Ci kept tapping on the table with a pen in his hand. Han Zhan saw that she had something to say, so he waited patiently.
After all, Song Ci couldn't keep silent anymore, she said: "Han Zhan, when you leave later, take me with you."
"Today?" Han Zhan originally planned to wait a few days before taking Song Ci to live with him, so at least he had to prepare her mentally.
Nodding earnestly, Song Ci said, "Take me out of here and go to your house." Fear and uneasiness flickered in those bright black eyes, and Song Ci said softly, "Staying under the same roof with him, I can't even sleep. Uneasy, I dare not sleep to death at night."
"I"
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan, with a lovely fragility on his pretty face. "I'm afraid," she said.
Song Ci was afraid of Mu Mian, afraid of death, and afraid of Song Fei's death.
She is afraid of all kinds.
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci for a while, then stood up and put his hand on top of her head.
With a light press, Han Zhan said, "OK."
Hearing this, Song Ci was imperceptibly relieved.
The two of them went downstairs with their companions, and saw Mu Mian rushing home just in time. When he just got off work, he didn't wear a suit jacket, and he only wore a blue vertical stripe shirt with a white background over his tall and straight body.
He looks younger than his actual age.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mu Mian raised his head and glanced at the two of them. His eyes stayed on the hands they were holding for a few seconds before he said coldly, "I'm back."
"Um."
Song Ci called out to his father, and Han Zhan lowered his posture as a junior, and also called out, "Uncle Mu."
After Han Zhan called Uncle Mu, he found Mu Mian frowned.
"You have a big heart. If you are told to come, you will come." Mu Mian had met Han Zhan before, and he clearly showed that he did not like Han Zhan.
So when they met again, Mu Mian didn't even have to act like a hypocrite.
Han Zhan had a thick skin, so he pretended not to dislike him, so he just kept silent.
When Du Tingting came out, she happened to hear Mu Mian's words. She gave Mu Mian a hard look, and then warmly greeted Han Zhan to sit down.
Du Tingting handed the handy gift brought by Han Zhan to the table in front of Mu Mian, "Look at how caring Han Zhan is, I found all the 1949 hero pens for you."
Mu Mian glanced at the pen box, but couldn't keep his face straight, so he calmed down and said to Han Zhan, "You can still find this pen now, and you have a heart."
Han Zhan replied: "It happened that a friend had a collection, so I brought it."
Mu Mian nodded, not even giving Han Zhan an extra look.
This meal was a bit embarrassing, and the atmosphere was silent during the meal. Du Tingting felt embarrassed, but Han Zhan sat upright and ate upright, and even ate three bowls.
The more Du Tingting looked at Han Zhan, the more he felt that this guy was good, he could eat, he was tall, and he was also handsome.
is the hand
No mother would like her daughter to be with a disabled person, and Du Tingting is no exception. Du Tingting didn't continue to think about it, and thinking about it would only make her unhappy.
After the meal, Mu Qiu played a video call.
"It's Qiu'er." Du Tingting said to Song Ci, while connected to the video, she said to Mu Qiu in the video: "Qiu'er, have you eaten yet?"
Mu Qiu said: "Eat, Mom, did my sister really bring her boyfriend home?"
Du Tingting smiled, "Yes, your sister's boyfriend is very handsome, let me show you." Du Tingting walked to Song Ci with her mobile phone in her hands and sat down.
Song Ci took the phone and heard Mu Qiu sweetly calling her sister.
"Qiu'er. Come, let me show you your brother-in-law." Song Ci pointed the phone at Han Zhan, and Han Zhan looked down at the girl in the video. Mu Qiu was wearing hospital pajamas, with black hair, black eyes sparkling, but his skin was a little pale.
Just like the rumors, Mu Qiu is a girl who looks innocent, looks clean, and is as elegant as a wild lily.
Han Zhan nodded to Mu Qiu, and said hello reservedly, "Hello, Mu Qiu."
Han Zhan is really too tall, just sitting casually on the sofa of Mu's house, he has a kind of domineering arrogance. Han Zhan was good-looking, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his light blue eyes were even more soul-stirring.
Mu Qiu was shocked by Han Zhan's aura.
So after hearing Han Zhan's greeting, Mu Qiu was speechless.
I can't sleep, I will update you in advance, and there is a second update today. At nine o'clock, the second watch, will everyone vote for me and give me a reward
(end of this chapter)