When Han Wangwang was a girl, she also fantasized about being proposed when she grew up. She imagined being proposed in a romantic scene surrounded by roses and pink balloons, and also imagined being proposed in the mountains and by the river. But she didn't expect that she was formally proposed in the boxing ring, where Jiang Zhen had shed blood and tears.
Such a marriage proposal moved her more than roses.
It is said that love has a shelf life. During the shelf life, every promise is a promise, and after the shelf life, every vow is a lie.
But at this moment, Han Wangwang believed that Jiang Zhen's words were 100% true.
Han Wangwang was so moved that she couldn't stop crying. She stretched out her left hand and said with a choked voice, "I am willing."
Hearing Han Wangwang's affirmative answer, Jiang Zhen was really relieved. He hugged Han Wangwang and put the ring on Han Wangwang's middle finger after his heartbeat gradually returned to normal.
After the proposal was successful, both of them went to take a shower, put on clean clothes and go on a date. After lunch, the two returned home. Lin Jiao'e saw the ring on Han Wangwang's finger, and she smiled and said, "Are you proposed?"
Han Wangwang blushed and nodded, telling his mother, "I said yes."
Lin Jiao'e rolled her eyes, "You will definitely say yes." She took her daughter's hand, carefully looked at the ring, and said, "This ring looks very expensive."
That diamond is a red diamond as dazzling as fire, and its size is two carats. As we all know, red diamonds are the rarest and most expensive diamonds among colored diamonds. They were sold for $920,000 per carat in New York.
The diamond ring in Han Wangwang's hand is not cheap in terms of the value of the diamond alone, not to mention that it was designed and produced by Jiang Zhen, a world-renowned jewelry designer Carlo, which makes it even more meaningful.
Han Wangwang guessed that this ring might be of great value, and suddenly felt that his hand was not his hand, and he felt trembling when wearing it. She said: "I'd better take it off. I often go out to collect evidence in my job. Don't cause trouble because of a ring."
This was exactly what Lin Jiao'e cared about. When she saw the ring just now, she wanted to talk about it. But thinking that young girls love beauty, and Han Wangwang has just been proposed, I planned to wait for Han Wangwang to calm down before telling her.
Seeing that Han Wangwang also thought of this, Lin Jiao'e was relieved. "Take it off and wear it at home or when you go out to play. Jiang Zhen proposed to you once before. Just wear that ring, it's low-key."
Before Jiang Weimin's accident, Jiang Zhen went to Nanxing City alone, and left a ring for Han Wangwang before leaving. Han Wangwang talked about this matter with Lin Jiao'e in the past few days.
Hearing this, she nodded and said, "Alright."
Before the lunch break, Han Wangwang told Jiang Zhen about this, "Jiang Zhen, I will wear the previous ring for work in the future. This ring must be very expensive, and it is not safe to wear it for walking outside."
Jiang Zhen understood that Han Wangwang's consideration was right, and he did not refuse, "It's my fault, so I will do as you say."
The two stayed at Han's house for another night, and returned early the next morning.
They got on the flight back to Wangdong City before dawn, and it was only 6:40 am when the plane arrived at Wangjiangshan Airport.
Mai Yingge drove Jiang Zhen's Maserati to pick him up. "Mr. Jiang! Ma'am!" Mai Yingge stood by the car and waved to Han Wangwang and the others.
Han Wangwang had met Mai Yingge before, and knew that Miss Black Pearl was Jiang Zhen's loyal subordinate. After observing around, she was sure that Mai Yingge had no sexual thoughts towards Jiang Zhen, so she was relieved.
When Han Wangwang came back this time, she was Jiang Zhen's fiancée in the official sense, and she could also be called the proprietress. After getting in the car, Han Wangwang gave Mai Yingge a box of sausages.
The sausage is packed in an insulated box, so you can eat it when you open it.
Mai Yingge ate one piece, bit into a pepper, and stopped touching the second piece immediately. Mai Yingge sent the two of them downstairs to Hongzheng Law Firm, and went to Bihai Law Firm opposite to find Wei Xingxing.
After Mai Yingge left, Jiang Zhen said to Han Wangwang: "You go to work first, I will send the things to Junjun, and you go to my house in the evening, and we will treat Junjun to dinner."
"Okay!"
Lin Jiao'e and the others prepared a lot of food for Han Junjun. Han Wangwang was a wage earner who had to work, so he had to ask Jiang Zhen to drive to deliver food to Han Junjun.
Han Junjun knew that Jiang Zhen was coming, so he didn't attend the second public lecture in the morning.
He stood downstairs in the dormitory and waited for a while, then saw Jiang Zhen's car.
Jiang Zhen parked the car downstairs in the dormitory building, and when he got out of the car, Han Junjun grabbed his neck. "Brother." Knowing that his parents agreed with Jiang Zhen and his sister, Han Junjun changed his tune and directly called Jiang Zhen his brother.
Jiang Zhen hummed, took out a box full of delicious food from the car, and handed it to Han Junjun. "If you have nothing to do in the evening, go to my place for dinner. Your sister and I have not formally invited you to my house as a guest."
Han Junjun said, "It's okay, then I'll go tonight."
"Okay, send me WeChat directly what you like to eat, and I'll go buy it in the afternoon."
"Okay."
Han Junjun was carrying the box of snacks, staring at Jiang Zhen bending over and standing behind the trunk to sort things out. Jiang Zhen's glamorous appearance in disguise as a man in the past flashed through his mind, and when he looked at the tall man in front of him, he always felt that he was out of harmony. .
But no matter how absurd it is, it is also true.
"Brother Jiang."
Jiang Zhen heard Han Junjun calling him, and looked back at him, "What's wrong?"
Han Junjun smiled at him calmly and said, "I'm sorry for targeting you everywhere before. In the future, I hope you will treat my sister better."
Jiang Zhen smiled, "Don't worry, I will treat her well."
"Dad said in the group that you will get married at the end of the year, congratulations."
"Thanks."
Jiang Zhen still didn't talk much, but Han Junjun had already gotten used to his style, so he got used to it. After watching Jiang Zhen drive away, he returned to the dormitory with snacks.
When he returned to the dormitory, everyone was there. He had just opened the suitcase containing the snacks when the other three roommates rushed over like hungry wolves, grabbed a few boxes of pre-packaged delicacies, and quickly got into his bed to start.
While eating, he had to push an inch and said: "Han Che, the chicken feet made by your mother are so good, spicy and numb, soft and boneless, what kind of god are these!"
Han Junjun stared at the only three or four boxes of stewed cooked food left in the box, gave these guys a hard look, and then sighed: "It's not careful to make friends!"
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The summer in Rome is never too hot. At night, Song Ci wore a black polka-dot tea dress and walked in the yard of the Ececilio Manor. The flip-flops under his feet made a rattling sound.
She felt a little cold and couldn't help rubbing her arms with her hands.
Suddenly, a light gauze shawl fell from her shoulders.
Song Ci tightened her shawl, and when she looked up, she saw Cecilio's handsome face with a cold and arrogant expression. "Brother."
Cecilio nodded. There was a hurdle in front of him, and he stretched out his hand to Song Ci. "The ground is slippery, so be careful." Song Ci was not pretentious, holding Cecilio's hand and crossing the hurdle.
Cecilio's estate is not in the urban area of Rome, but on the edge of a lake called Bracciano. In fact, almost none of the wealthy people here live in urban areas, and they all like to build their own villas in small towns or in beautiful mountainous areas.
Lake Bracciano is one of the cleanest lakes in Italy and is an important source of drinking water. Standing in Cecilio's manor, you can see the world-famous Otiskachi Castle in the distance.
This castle is the most expensive castle in Italy for weddings. The wedding of Cecilio and Su Huanyan will be held in this castle. Song Ci and Han Zhan came here this time, in addition to watching COCO for their birthday, the other thing is to attend Cecilio's wedding.
While walking, Song Ci asked Cecilio: "Didn't you originally want to prepare for the wedding? Why did you change your mind?"
Cecilio told her: "One day I passed by that castle, and I happened to see a couple having a wedding there, and I went to their wedding with a gift. At the wedding, the groom saw the bride wearing a wedding dress, and on the spot I shed tears. At that moment, I suddenly had a thought, a thought."
Cecilio raised the corners of his mouth, his smile was shallow but full of happiness. He said: "I have seen her in many ways, but I have never seen her in a wedding dress. I want to give us an unforgettable wedding while I am still young. In the future, when I am old, I will only feel complete when I talk about my youth."
Cecilio usually doesn't talk much, but he is actually a very romantic person, and everything he says and thinks makes people feel romantic.
Song Ci heard Cecilio's words and followed his explanation to imagine the picture he described. Fantasizing about old age, when sitting in the yard with his wife and flipping through life photo albums, while watching and discussing the pictures of the scene at that time, Song Ci immediately felt satisfied.
"you're right."
After walking for a while, Cecilio asked Song Ci if he wanted to take a rest.
Seeing that all the camellias in the yard were in full bloom, Song Ci sat down. Cecilio put his hand on her belly, felt the movement of the child in her stomach, and said, "He's kicking me."
Song Ci laughed out loud, "He is greeting uncle." Song Ci asked Cecilio, "You and Huanyan, do you plan to have another one?"
Cecilio shook his head, "I have no plans to have a third child at the moment."
He said triplets.
It seems that he regards the program as his own son.
Song Ci is happy for Su Huanyan, it seems that the elder brother is really kind to Huanyan. "It's also very good, with both children."
"yes."
Cecilio wanted to smoke a cigar, so he sat down on another bench and smoked at a distance. The wind blows from Song Ci's side to Cecilio's side, so the smell of smoke will never come to Song Ci's side.
This brother is as careful as a hair.
Cecilio took a puff of his cigar and said suddenly, "Why didn't Jean come?"
Song Ci smiled and said, "Perhaps because you are afraid that if he comes, you will tie him up in Italy and not allow him to go back?"
Cecilio smiled, and when he smiled, he also had a terrifying look. He shook his head and sighed: "He doesn't want to stay, even if I lock him up, he can find a way to unlock it."
"It's like this. The decoration work of his orphanage has been finished in the past few days. I want to finish the decoration and ventilation earlier. Next year, the kindergarten will be officially opened to welcome the children home."
Song Ci told Cecilio: "He will not be absent at your wedding."
Cecilio said: "He longed for a family since he was a child. He grew up with me, but because of his father, he never regarded my place as his home." Speaking of this, Cecilio couldn't help but feel a little sad. "That child has a kind of obsession with family." Because he has no home, he wants to build a home for all orphans in the world, and be the father of all orphans. This is Arang's dream.
"Of the four of us, Arang is the most merciful. When he was baptized as a child, he was the only one who lost his own leg in order to spare the innocent sacrificer. So my father was so disappointed in him that he tortured him even more." And the more Edward tortured Arang, the deeper Arang's longing for home became.
After Edward's death, Agen was finally freed and free. How could he foolishly jump back into the cage where he was originally imprisoned.
"By the way." Cecilio seemed to have remembered something. He raised his legs, glanced at Song Ci, and said, "Coleman is not in good health recently."
If Cecilio can use the three words 'not good' to describe it, it is obvious that Coleman's physical condition is very bad. Song Ci felt sour when she thought of that poor Coleman. "What's up with him?"
"I'm deaf in my ears, and I'm going blind in my eyes."
Song Ci froze when she stroked her abdomen.
As a piano master, ears, eyes and fingers are the most important things for Coleman. Being deaf and blind at the same time, can Coleman bear it
"I heard that he committed suicide once last week. He was discovered by his assistant and sent to the hospital in time." Cecilio broke the burning cigar in the middle, took half of the cigar, walked to Song Ci and sat down, raised his hand Patting Song Ci on the shoulder, he said, "If it wasn't for our father, Coleman and our mother would be a match made in heaven."
"Xiaoci, Coleman is autistic. No one can walk into his heart, but he may be able to listen to your words. If you want, you can go and see him."
Whether Coleman is alive or dead has no effect on Cecilio. They hadn't even met, never said a word.
But Cecilio knew the relationship between Song Ci and Kleiman, and the existence of Song Ci would be discovered by Edward precisely because she starred in Kleiman's autobiography. Song Ci's approval from Coleman shows that Coleman treats her differently.
Cecilio heard about this from Earl Ace. After waking up, Earl Ace changed his appearance drastically. Although he is still the crazy Earl Ace, he has added two beloved things. .
1. He fell in love with a woman.
2. He fell in love with the piano and regarded Coleman as his idol for life.
Cecilio and Earl Ace would occasionally get together, drink a cup of tea, chat and so on. The last time we met, Count Ace told Cecilio that his idol Coleman almost died. Cecilio remembered it today, so he told Song Ci casually.
Thinking of Coleman's situation, Song Ci felt very uncomfortable. She asked, "Is Coleman still living in France?"
"People with autism don't move easily." Coleman has no shortage of fame or money, but he always lives in the small house where he lives with his mother.
For so many years, I have never moved.
Song Ci said: "After the wedding is over, I will go and see him."
"Who are you going to see?" Han Zhan's voice sounded from the other end of the tea garden.
Song Ci and Cecilio looked up at the other end of the garden, and saw a tall and lonely man standing under the street lamp. Cecilio shook his head and laughed, and said, "The man who almost became your father-in-law is sick."
When Han Zhan heard this, he felt baffled.
The man who almost became his father-in-law
Who is that
Cecilio got up and left first. Han Zhan walked to the seat where Cecilio was sitting before and sat down next to Song Ci. Seeing Song Ci's lonely expression, he held her hand and asked, "Who are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about Coleman."
Han Zhan suddenly realized.
It turned out that he was talking about his mother-in-law's first love boyfriend, and that was indeed the man who almost became his father-in-law.
"What happened to Coleman?"
Song Ci truthfully told Han Zhan about Coleman's condition, "Deaf and blind."
"He's a piano master, so he's deaf and blind." Han Zhan thought about what the consequences would be, and felt terrible.
"Kleiman tried to commit suicide last week." Song Ci leaned on Han Zhan's shoulder, and she said, "Kleiman is an autistic patient. He only loves three things in his life. One is the piano, the other is his biological mother, and the third is My mother. After my mother passed away, he never took it all his life, and never fell in love again."
"Now that he is deaf and blind and can no longer play the piano, he will naturally feel desperate and suffering. Coleman, who can no longer play the piano, has lost his desire to live."
"Han Zhan." Song Ci looked up at him, she had already made a decision, and she said, "I have to go and see him."
Han Zhan subconsciously refused, "No."
"Why?" Song Ci didn't expect Han Zhan to disagree.
Han Zhan put his arms around her shoulders, and said, "That old man is infatuated with your mother. Do you think he's the kind of person who treats you like a daughter, or" is he a beloved woman
Han Zhan couldn't tell what Kleiman was thinking, and he would never allow Song Ci to go to Kleiman's side.
Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry. "He doesn't think that way about me."
"But I won't allow you to go around other men." Thirty-five-year-old Han Zhan, who had turned into an eighteen-year-old boy at this moment, was unbearably jealous.
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan deeply for a moment, and then said: "Well, you go with me. We will go to see COCO tomorrow, and then go to France. You go to see Coleman with me, and I will be with him under your nose." You can rest assured about the activities under the house, right?"
Han Zhan: "."
"You." What else could he do, he could only agree. "I'm here to accompany you on vacation. It's good for you to take me to accompany a bad old man." Han Zhan complained, but he admired Song Ci even more in his heart.
He just loves Song Ci's affectionate and righteous look.
"I want to go to sleep." Song Ci wanted to get up, but Han Zhan grabbed his wrist again.
Song Ci lowered his head and asked Han Zhan. "Would you like to sit down for a while?"
Han Zhan blinked at her and said, "Today is your birthday. You are 25 years old."
Hearing this, Song Ci hurriedly stretched out his right hand to Han Zhan, "Where's the birthday gift?"
Han Zhan smiled mysteriously and said, "Turn around."
Song Ci hurriedly turned around with a heart of anticipation.
Han Zhan started counting, and when he counted to ten, he said, "You can turn around now."
Song Ci turned around and found that the top four buttons of Han Zhan's shirt had been unbuttoned, exposing his left chest. On the skin of his left pectoral muscle, there is an additional tattoo picture, which shows a little girl playing the violin.
The tattoo was obviously freshly applied, and the skin was flushed. Song Ci looked at the picture with a complicated expression, she was a little helpless, but also a little moved. "You haven't shown your face since you got off the plane, so you got this tattoo?"
Han Zhan nodded, "Well, I'll tattoo your most beautiful face on my chest, so that you can become one with me. Do you like this gift?"
Song Ci reached out to touch the picture, and said with a smile, "It seems that only teenagers would do such a thing."
Han Zhan frowned, "Do you dislike my childishness?"
Song Ci chuckled, she hugged Han Zhan, and said, "No, I didn't dislike your childishness, I love your impulsive passion for me." It can make a thirty-five-year-old man act for her as a teenager. How could she dislike something that young people would do
"I like it." Song Ci lowered her head and kissed the tattoo, and then stretched out her right hand to Han Zhan, "Give me some visible gifts."
She is just that realistic.
Han Zhan had been prepared for a long time, and took out the gift he had prepared from his trousers pocket. The gift was packed in a small rectangular box, and Song Ci suspected that it contained gems or something.
She opened the box, and when she saw the contents in the box, her eyes froze for a moment, and soon her vision became blurred. Tears fell on the things in the box, Song Ci raised her head and asked Han Zhan, "How did you find this thing?"
Inside the box is an ancient black wooden hairpin, which was carved by Nangong Xian as a gift to Dugu Jie more than 600 years ago. In the year when the gift was given out, Dugu Jie was still only the prince, and had not yet ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor.
The last time Nangong Xian saw this hairpin was in the palace of Emperor Taiping Dugu Jie.
In that year, all the ministers in the court forced Emperor Taiping to become his heir. But Emperor Taiping had a person in his heart, and he refused to stand up no matter what. In his heart, only Nangongxian can take the second seat!
Seeing that Dugu Jie was about to arouse public indignation, Nangongxian would definitely attract criticism if he did not establish a queen. If there is chaos, then both she and Dugu Jie are sinners. After Nangongxian entered the palace to persuade Dugu Jie to stand up, Dugu Jie made a request, asking her to accompany him to bed.
That morning Nangongxian woke up and found the black wooden hairpin under Dugu Jie's pillow.
That was the last time Nangongxian saw the hairpin.
That night, she slept with him all night without rest. He bullied her like crazy, leaving one red mark after another on her body.
She slept with him for one night, in exchange for a sealed imperial edict the next day.
More than 600 years have passed, and those things belonging to Dugu Jie, whether they are well preserved or damaged, should be entered into the Cultural Relics Bureau.
Song Ci stroked the hairpin, and the emotions belonging to Nangongxian filled her mind. She lowered her head and said in tears: "Your Majesty." After she opened her mouth, Song Ci realized that she had made a slip of the tongue. She shook her head and said again: "Six hundred years later, this hairpin is still intact."
Han Zhan was in a daze when he heard His Majesty.
He took Song Ci's hand and told him: "Back then, Sheng'er embalmed this hairpin and put it in my clothes tomb together with other funerary objects. This thing has been in the cultural relics bureau since it was unearthed. I also passed it It’s because of Friday’s relationship that I got back what belongs to me.”
"Sheng'er is a good boy." If there is a reincarnation, I hope that Sheng'er will find a good family in the next life.
Han Zhan took out the hairpin and said, "I don't have long hair now, so this hairpin can only be used by you." Find yourself not.
Holding the hairpin, he sighed: "I remember, at that time, the husband had to insert the hairpins of married women by himself." He glanced at Song Ci with some resentment, with a regretful expression on his face, "But I, never There is no chance to insert a hairpin for you once."
"I was very regretful at that time. I really hoped that in the next life, I could be born in an ordinary family, marry freely, and not have to bear the burden of the rise and fall of the entire country." Although this life was a bit hard as a child, the rest of my life finally fulfilled my wish.
Song Ci felt very uncomfortable, and she said, "Come, let me teach you." Song Ci took Han Zhan's left hand and taught him how to use a hairpin to tie his hair into a bun.
Han Zhan silently wrote down the tutorial, and he said, "From now on, put your hair up every day, I want to put hairpins in for you."
Song Ci curled her lips, and muttered: "No, you don't feel tired of aesthetics if you wear your hair up every day. Big wave shawls are popular now. For a person like me who is at the forefront of fashion, how can I wear my hair up every day?" Song Ci said. Then I saw Han Zhan's eyes became dangerous.
She silently swallowed her saliva, and said in a low voice, "Then, let's do it." At worst, she would change her hairstyle when Han Zhan went to work.
"Let's go, go back."
Han Zhan took Song Ci back to the house and walked on the road. Song Ci pouted and complained in a dull voice: "You didn't sing birthday song to me. Happy birthday to me."
"No cake." Han Zhan said.
Song Ci: "Then I have to sing too!"
Han Zhan has nothing to do with her.
Walking under another street lamp, Han Zhan stopped and broke a branch from the green jungle in the garden. He squatted on the ground, drew a round cake shape in the dirt on the side of the road, and then drew a candle on the cake with 25 years old written on it.
Putting down the branches, Han Zhan stood up, clapped his hands, and sang softly with his beautiful violin voice: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, and happy birthday to Cibao"
Song Ci covered her mouth and laughed non-stop, making Han Zhan's face turn red.
"Okay, let's go back to the room. The song was sung, and the gift was received. I had a very happy birthday." Song Ci and Han Zhan returned to the room, and she went to take a shower first.
She put on her nightgown, sat on the sofa and made a video call with Han Miao and Han Jun.
At this time, Wangdongcheng was still in the afternoon.
Han Jun and Han Miao have just had lunch, and they are learning how to express emotions from the early childhood teacher. The video was picked up by a TV, and Song Ci's appearance appeared on the big TV.
The two sisters are at home, both wearing a small suspender top and a pair of lantern knee-high pants. "Mom!" They called their mother together, and then Han Miao told Song Ci: "We dance, I'll give it to you!"
"good!"
Han Jun and Han Miao knew that their mother's birthday was coming, so they rehearsed the dance in advance. The sisters stood barefoot on the carpet, dancing awkwardly. While dancing, she sang a happy birthday song in that childish tone.
Song Ci laughed while recording the screen.
"Mom, happy birthday!" Han Miao blew a kiss to Song Ci, while Han Jun stood solemnly in front of the TV and said with a serious expression, "Mom, happy birthday."
Song Ci smiled and said that tears welled up in his eyes, "Thank you babies, I am very happy."
Only then did Han Miao ask, "Mom, when will you be back?"
"There's still half a month left."
Han Miao asked, "How many days is half a month?"
Song Ci: "15 days."
Han Miao stretched her fingers and counted to ten, and then realized that she didn't have enough fingers, so she asked Han Jun to stretch out another hand. She counted to 15, and immediately shouted: "No, no, no, I have to wait for three hands before my mother will come back!"
This is too long!
"Now, I want my mother to come back!" When the children grow up, they are no longer the ignorant babies they were when they were young, and they will start to quarrel with their mother.
Han Jun stared at Song Ci with bright eyes, and she said, "Mom, we also want to go to uncle's house."
Song Ci looked at her daughters and immediately softened her heart. "Okay, I'll ask Dong Yang to send you over here."
Han Zhan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and heard Song Ci say, "Han Zhan, I miss the children a little. I'll ask Yan Qingxiu to bring them over tomorrow."
Han Zhan glanced at her meaningfully, his eyes full of emotion.
Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was young, playful, and hated trouble, and hadn't fully devoted himself to being a mother. But the children were noisy, bringing them would definitely affect Song Ci's mood, so this time when he came to Italy, Han Zhan didn't take the initiative to suggest bringing the children together.
But now that Song Ci took the initiative to mention it, Han Zhan was naturally happy. Han Zhan raised his hand, rubbed Song Ci's head, and sighed, "Our Cibao is becoming more and more like a qualified and excellent mother."
Song Ci: "."
I always feel that this is not a compliment to her.
(end of this chapter)