Song Ci was a little surprised. It was against Han Zhan's mouth to say the lines that this kind of old driver should have. Song Ci took a deep look at Han Zhan and thought, no matter how high-minded this man pretends to be, he is still a vile old Mensao in his bones.
O man!
Song Ci stood up, muttered that Han Zhan was bored, and ran upstairs to pack his luggage. She stuffed the clothes into Han Zhan's closet, and looking at the two clothes next to each other, Song Ci realized deeply that she was really tied to this man.
Downstairs, Han Zhan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and called his grandfather.
A middle-aged man answered the phone, "Is it Zhan Zhan?"
Han Zhan hummed, called Uncle Zhong, and asked, "Where's my grandfather?"
Uncle Zhong looked at the busy old man in the vegetable garden outside the window, and said, "The old man is picking tomatoes, and he said he's going to make tomato sauce, and I'll send it to you."
Han Zhan looked up at the roof of the building, and suddenly said, "Uncle Zhong, help me bring some bacon and sausages over here." Du Tingting made a dish of fried bamboo shoots with bacon at noon today, and Song Ci, who was afraid of getting fat, ate a bowl of it meal.
She was really too thin. Han Zhan squeezed Song Ci's wrist, it was so thin.
You have to take good care of it.
Uncle Zhong on the other end of the phone was very surprised when he heard Han Zhan's request. His tone was puzzled, "Doesn't Zhan Zhan dislike sausage and bacon?"
Han Zhan smiled and said, "Someone likes it."
Hearing Han Zhan's ambiguous answer, Uncle Zhong was slightly stunned, and his mind turned.
someone
What kind of person is this
Zhong Buhui didn't study Han Zhan deeply, he said he understood, and chatted with Han Zhan for a few more words before hanging up the phone.
After a while, Han Aoyu came back from the vegetable garden with a vegetable basket, and saw Zhong Buhui standing beside the landline in a daze. He took off his straw hat and asked Zhong Buhui: "Why are you in a daze? Who called just now?"
"Old man." Zhong Buhui turned around, and said to Han Aoyu with a strange expression, "Just now Zhan Zhan called and asked us to send some bacon and sausage when we sent the tomato sauce."
Han Aoyu: "Oh, I still have it at home, just send it, there's no fuss."
"But old man, Zhan Zhan doesn't like to eat that." Zhong Buhui's eyes flickered, and he said, "Zhan Zhan said that some people like to eat sausages. Old man, do you think there is something wrong with Zhan Zhan?"
Han Aoyu's eyes lit up. "You mean, that kid finally fell in love?"
Zhong Buhui nodded and said, "I'm afraid that's the case."
Han Aoyu patted his leg and said excitedly: "No, I have to go and see for myself!" How many years have passed, since the boy was kicked by someone, his love life has been quiet, and Han Aoyu is worried that Han Aoyu Zhan was emotionally hurt and couldn't get out.
Where did this living Bodhisattva come from, thank you for saving his family, Han Zhan, who was in dire straits! "
At this moment, the living Bodhisattva Song Ci is sleeping upstairs. She smelled the pillow with Han Zhan's scent, thought wildly for a while, and finally fell asleep.
Han Zhan hung up the phone and went upstairs, but he didn't hear anything. He was a little curious about what Song Ci was doing. He pushed open the door and saw a long bag bulging on his bed, revealing a head.
Dazed for a moment, Han Zhan's movements became lighter and he walked to the bedside.
Song Ci curled up under the thin quilt, only revealing a beautiful and moving face. When she fell asleep, she frowned tightly, clutching the air-conditioning quilt tightly with both hands, and a layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, as if she was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't get out.
Han Zhan squatted beside the bed and touched Song Ci's forehead, which turned out to be cold. Han Zhan wanted to loosen Song Ci's hands holding the blanket one by one. Song Ci refused, and groaned twice.
"Song Ci, don't be afraid."
Song Ci still did not let go.
Han Zhan didn't know what to do, he could only pat Song Ci's shoulder slowly like a mother pats a child's shoulder, and sing to her. There are not many songs that Han Zhan can sing, and the only one that can be sung completely is Li Yuchun's "Same as You".
During those days when Han Zhan was injured and fell into decadence, it was this song that accompanied him to sleep and gave him strength.
But this song is not suitable as a lullaby, but seeing Song Ci's pain and despair in a dream, Han Zhan finally sang it.
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Who patted me on the shoulder when I needed it the most
Who is willing to share with me at the happiest time
the days are so long
i'm by your side
Watching you grow makes me feel empowered
Who can forget the injuries I have suffered with you all the way in the past
Who can predict the vast and long future where are you
Han Zhan is a typical subwoofer, and when he sang this song, it was quite pleasant, but when Song Ci heard this song, his restless face gradually calmed down, and his hand holding the quilt no longer turned pale.
Han Zhan found it useful and was very pleased.
After confirming that Song Ci was fine and really fell asleep, Han Zhan covered her with a quilt, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, and then left.
Hey, it's not easy to raise a little wife. I have to sing to her in bed on the first day. I don't know what will happen in the days to come. But Han Zhan found that it didn't feel bad. "
Song Ci woke up and found that it was dark.
She was so embarrassed, she didn't expect to sleep on Han Zhan's bed for the whole afternoon. Song Ci sat up, touched her mouth to make sure there was no saliva, and then went downstairs.
Han Zhan was not on the first floor, and Song Ci heard occasional voices in the conference room.
She didn't disturb Han Zhan's work.
But she was hungry and she had to eat something.
Song Ci entered the kitchen, opened the oversized refrigerator in Han Zhan's house, and found that the refrigerator was full of ingredients, Song Ci was relieved. She found the ingredients she needed and hummed a tune to prepare dinner.
After the meeting, Han Zhan came down from upstairs, stood on the platform at the corner of the stairs, and stared silently at the woman in the kitchen for a moment.
Song Ci was still wearing the clothes she had in the morning, humming while wearing a neck brace, and seemed to be in a good mood.
"Cooking?" Han Zhan walked to the kitchen door at some point.
Song Ci was pulling the corn kernels out of the water. Hearing this, she said without turning her head, "Brother Han, sit down first, and I'll make you dinner too, and you can eat it right away."
Han Zhan is full of expectations for Song Ci's cooking skills. He sat down in the restaurant, poured two cups of warm water, waited for a while, and saw Song Ci walking out with two plates. Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, thinking: Western food
"Dang Dang Dang Dang!"
Song Ci put one of the plates in front of Han Zhan, bent towards him, and said, "Mr. Han, please taste."
Han Zhan's smile froze suddenly after seeing 'dinner'.
On the plate, there was only a piece of fried chicken breast the size of a baby's palm. Next to the meat were several pieces of boiled broccoli, a few spoonfuls of boiled corn kernels, and three red cherry tomatoes.
The plate is well placed.
Han Zhan took a deep breath, raised his head in disbelief, and asked Song Ci, "You just eat this?"
Song Ci had already sat down on the chair opposite Han Zhan. She cut a piece of chicken breast with a knife and threw it into her mouth. It was my diet that kept me going."
If you want to have a good figure, you have to control your mouth well.
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(end of this chapter)