Han Zhan couldn't understand the burden of Song Ci's first lady.
He took away the plate in front of Song Ci, threw two plates of food into a clean plastic bag, and said, "I'll send this to the outside of the community later. There are a few stray dogs there, and they will eat them."
Brother Han will not waste food.
Song Ci pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "Then what should I eat?"
Han Zhan put on a black apron, took out a bunch of ingredients from the refrigerator, and said, "Tonight, we'll eat sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed mandarin fish, stir-fried broccoli and shredded hot and sour potatoes."
With two potatoes in his hand, he turned around and asked Song Ci, "Are you okay?"
Song Ci secretly swallowed her saliva, and said cruelly, "I won't eat it, I will gain weight after eating sweet and sour pork ribs."
Han Zhan took a few glances at Song Ci's slender and enchanting figure, and suddenly said, "From now on, your diet must be regular, and you are not allowed to lose weight."
Just as Song Ci was about to refute, she heard Han Zhan say, "Raise some meat so that you can have children."
Song Ci: ""
Yes, she is the one who will give birth to Han Zhan's child.
Han Zhan cooks very fast, and the dishes he cooks are not very delicious, but they are not as difficult to eat as Song Ci thought. However, Han Zhan cooked the hot and sour potato shreds and sweet and sour pork ribs very well. No matter how restrained Song Ci's appetite was, he couldn't help but eat some.
After dinner, Han Zhan went upstairs, and after more than ten minutes, he came downstairs with a piece of A4 paper.
Song Ci was sitting on the sofa in his living room watching the animal world. Han Zhan came over, patted the A4 paper on the tea table, folded his arms around his chest and said condescendingly to Song Ci: "From now on, you must strictly follow the instructions on this form. to live by the rules.”
Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan suspiciously, then hesitantly reached out to pick up the A4 paper on the table.
In the middle of the paper, it says - [Hanju Home Rules and Regulations]
Song Ci raised her eyebrows and said, "There are many real things."
After complaining, Song Ci went to read the details below—
1. Go to bed early and get up early, stay at night no later than ten o'clock, and get up early no later than half past six.
2. Use your eyes properly, and avoid playing with mobile phones and computers for a long time.
3. You must not skip breakfast, and you are not allowed to lose weight. Three meals a day must be regular.
4. Excessively revealing clothes are not allowed
5. Do not drink ice water or cold drinks, drink no more than 200ml of coffee per day, and eat up to two ice creams per week
After reading the whole article, Song Ci was going to despair.
This was not enough, Han Zhan walked into his kitchen and took out a white thermos from a cabinet. Han Zhan handed the thermos cup to Song Ci, and said to him, "It's not good for girls to drink cold water. From now on, you can only drink warm water with this cup."
Song Ci was stunned for a while, then looked at Han Zhan and said quietly, "No wonder your girlfriend is going to dump you. If it was me, I wouldn't be able to stand you either." Things are hard, and I like discipline. Obviously I found an old father , Where is looking for a husband
Han Zhan was not angry when he heard this, he sincerely suggested: "Miss Song, if you can't stand it, you can dump me."
Song porcelain:
She couldn't dump Han Zhan, not only couldn't, but she had to hug his thigh tightly.
Song Ci held the piece of paper in her left hand, and flicked her left index finger on the paper. She showed a bad and cute expression, and teased Han Zhan: "Brother Han, do you even call me on the bed? You have to take care of it too?"
Han Zhan really couldn't answer such a question.
Song Ci felt a little better after pulling back a round.
"I agree to everything you said." Song Ci suddenly became serious. She reached out with her right hand and held Han Zhan's hand hesitantly.
Han Zhan looked down at Song Ci who suddenly looked like a bereaved dog, wondering what she was going to do with her sudden mood change. The little girlfriend is too young, her thinking is jumping, and there are many dramas.
Song Ci looked up at him, and she said, "Han Zhan, you have given me the identity of Mrs. Han, and you have to give me the dignity of being Mrs. Han."
Han Zhan nodded, "That's natural. As long as you are my Mrs. Han for a day, there is only one of you by my side and in my eyes. No one can despise or insult you, including me."
Song Ci felt at ease.
"Then you have to protect me well. If I die suddenly, you will become a widower who lost his wife at a young age. It will not be easy if you want to remarry in the future." Song Ci said half-threateningly and half wronged.
After hearing this, Han Zhan didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. "Men from the Han family don't marry twice."
After Song Ci heard this, she curled her lips inwardly, saying that ghosts would believe you.
You are talented and beautiful, I am really dead, you will definitely marry again.
Han Zhan bent down and hugged Song Ci in his arms. Knowing that she was uneasy, he said to her, "From now on, Song Ci's affairs are Han Zhan's family affairs. Anyone who bullies you is bullying me."
"Don't worry, I will protect you and you will not die."
Song Ci closed her eyes.
What she was waiting for was this sentence.
"Han Zhan, thank you."
Han Zhan let go of Song Ci and turned to look at the black clock on the wall. "It's nine forty, go upstairs and go to bed."
Song Ci obediently followed Han Zhan upstairs and returned to his room.
Song Ci and Cheng Ziang lived happily ever after in their previous lives, and they only shared the same bed on their wedding night, and that night Song Ci discovered that Cheng Ziang was inhumane. His self-esteem was humiliated, and Cheng Ziang, who became angry from embarrassment, directly slept with Song Ci in a separate room.
To be honest, Song Ci has never had the experience of sleeping in the same bed with a man before.
She lay obediently in the bed, and saw Han Zhan came into the room after changing into his pajamas, and lay down generously by his side. There was a woody fragrance on Han Zhan's clothes. There was no perfume in Han Zhan's house, so it should be the fragrance of his drying paper.
It smells good, very light, and very steady, which fits Han Zhan's personality very well.
Song Ci said, "Brother Han, you smell really good."
Han Zhan, who closed his eyes, opened them.
He turned around and glanced at Song Ci, who was sleeping awkwardly wearing a neck brace. "Are you sure you want to praise me for my good smell before going to bed?" Han Zhan's eyes were deep and intense, and Song Ci was startled, and suddenly realized that he had talked about a dangerous topic.
Song Ci didn't speak, but Han Zhan asked, "It smells good?"
Song Ci hurriedly hummed, "It smells good, very light, woody and delicate, suitable for you."
Han Zhan: "Understood."
"It's nine fifty, close your eyes and go to bed."
Han Zhan closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.
Song Ci glanced at his chest, and the frequency of his chest rising and falling was as usual, as if his heart was really still. Song Ci couldn't help doubting her own charm. Could it be that she is not charming when she wears a neck brace
Song Ci stretched out her finger and poked Han Zhan's collarbone.
Han Zhan pinched her fingers, "Don't make trouble."
Song Ci: "Hey."
Han Zhan: "What's the matter?"
Song Ci twirled her fingers in Han Zhan's palm, and she asked Han Zhan very seriously: "Brother Han, you really don't have any reaction when I am such a beautiful young woman sleeping next to you?"
Song Ci pouted and said, "Do you know that the man lying next to you is the man all the men in the city want to sleep with. Every year, I rank first among the list of men who want to sleep most in the Dongcheng Forum."
Want to sleep but can't sleep, so Song Ci is the most charming.
Starting today, there are double updates every day, with a total of 4,000 words. The first watch is at nine o'clock in the morning, and the second watch is at twelve o'clock at noon.
(end of this chapter)