Song Ci slept through the night and recovered well the next day. She learned of the end of Teren's father and daughter from Han Wangwang's mouth, and felt very happy!
"Give me my mobile phone, I have to see the photos of this scum father and daughter being sent back to China." Although it is not good to add insult to injury, Song Ci likes to see Elisa in bad luck.
Han Wangwang said, "I'll send you the link."
Song Ci opened the news link shared by Han Wangwang and saw the photo of the father and daughter being sent back to China. In the photo, both Idris and Elisa covered their faces with their hands and lowered their heads. Even if they couldn't see them, they must have looked decadent, like bereaved dogs.
Song Ci silently liked the comment on the report, then put down her phone, and asked Han Wangwang, "What is your little cousin doing?" Song Ci woke up for a long time, and felt strange that he hadn't seen Han Zhan.
"The child was born much earlier than expected, and the little cousin went out to buy things for the child. Auntie A Fei thought that their child would be born in two more months, so she took little uncle Yan Jiang with her Learned."
When Song Ci heard this, he straightened his forehead. "Wangwang, you are only one year younger than us, and you keep your mouth shut. Aunt Fei, little uncle Yanjiang, why do you sound like I'm against the law?"
Han Wangwang stuck out his tongue, touched his nose, smiled cutely, and said, "I'm young, and the older ones call the younger ones uncles. I'm not the most exaggerated."
Song Ci shook his head and laughed.
"I'm hungry."
Hearing that Song Ci said he was hungry, Han Wangwang quickly stood up and said, "The doctor said that you should eat a light diet for the past two days, and wait a few days before replenishing your body. Auntie A Fei made egg custard for you before she left. Come."
After saying that, Han Wangwang ran downstairs and brought warm custard upstairs. Song Ci was so hungry that he could swallow a cow. When he saw the custard, he ate it.
She ate something and felt warm in her stomach.
The crib hasn't been bought yet, and the child is temporarily sleeping on the same bed as Song Ci. The little guy's face is still wrinkled, but not as red as last night, and he finally looks like a human being.
Han Wangwang sat by the bed and teased the little guy, smiling from time to time and said, "Little brother, call me sister, call me sister, and I'll give you Tangtang."
Song Ci couldn't help laughing when she saw it, she teased Han Wangwang, "I like children so much, let's be like your Jiang Zhensheng."
Han Wangwang blushed immediately.
Feeling embarrassed, she moved her buttocks on the chair and said in a low voice, "We are still young, so don't worry."
Knowing that she was thin-skinned, Song Ci changed the topic to a lighter one, "How is the wedding preparation going?"
Han Wangwang said: "My mother is making preparations at home, and there is also a wedding company here in Wangdongcheng, so there is no place for me to keep an eye on."
"Where are the wedding photos? Have you taken them yet?"
"The wedding photos were taken, but the finished product hasn't come out yet." Han Wangwang remembered that Song Ci and Han Zhan didn't take wedding photos when they got married. She asked Song Ci, "Auntie, when you married my uncle , why didn't you take a wedding photo?"
Song Ci and Han Zhan's cohabitation certificate is like chasing ducks to the shelves. How can they have time to take wedding photos? Song Ci naturally couldn't tell Han Wangwang the truth, so she said: "At that time, I thought wedding photos were meaningless. When I lose weight, I can take wedding photos again."
Feeling that the term wedding photo was inappropriate, Song Ci changed the term, "It's a family portrait."
Han Wangwang comforted her, "You can also wear wedding dresses for family portraits."
Han Wangwang has no experience in weddings, and there are many things he doesn't understand, so he sits by the bed and learns from Song Ci. Song Ci was married herself, helped A Rang to organize the wedding, and was a bridesmaid for others before, so she knew all about the wedding.
Han Wangwang asked her the right person.
The two chatted for a while when they heard a knock on the door.
Song Ci looked up towards the door, and saw Su Beibei leaning against the door frame.
Su Beibei's face was lightly made up, and her complexion was very rosy. She was wearing a black A-line slim dress with a black lace clavicle chain around her neck. The gothic style suits her very well.
Han Wangwang knew that Su Beibei had something to say to Song Ci, so she left with the excuse that she was going to call Jiang Zhen.
After Han Wangwang left, Su Beibei walked into the room, stood at the end of the bed, and looked at Song Ci's complexion. Last night when she gave birth, Song Ci was stabbed and suffered a great crime. She still looked pale at the moment.
Su Beibei sat beside Song Ci's bed, held her hand, and asked distressedly: "Song Song, are you feeling alright?"
Song Ci replied: "It feels okay, but the incision is a bit painful." Thinking that Su Beibei also experienced the pain of cesarean section more than a month ago, she asked Su Beibei: "How is your wound recovery? Actually, you shouldn't come, follow It's too hard for them to make a trip." Song Ci was worried that Su Beibei's health would not be able to bear it.
Su Beibei said: "I'm not tired. I promised to attend your championship night, so I won't break my promise." On the day Song Ci left for Belgium, Su Beibei was also discharged from the hospital. The aunt at home took good care of her for a month. She recovered quite well.
Song Ci asked her again: "Then did you meet Li Li later?"
"We have a child, and there is always a chance to meet. And I think he has not given up on me, refuses to let go, and always finds opportunities to show his presence in front of me."
When Su Beibei mentioned Li Li, her expression was rather complicated.
Song Ci looked at her with deep meaning, and couldn't help asking: "Beibei, do you still want to remarry him?"
Su Beibei was silent for a while when she heard this question, and then said: "Li Li is like an itchy pimple on the sole of my foot. It hurts when I scratch it, and it itches again if I don't scratch it. I finally made up my mind to cut off the pimple. An itchy pimple, I would rather leave a scar on the bottom of my foot and heal slowly than let that itchy pimple grow back."
She squeezed Song Ci's hand and hammered it on her leg, sighing: "One has to look forward."
Song Ci frowned and asked her, "Then how long will it take for this scar to heal?"
"Maybe half a year, maybe a year. Not a year, just two years. Scars, there will always be a day when they can heal." Su Beibei smiled at Song Ci in relief, and she said: "While Neil is still young, I plan to wait for my body to recover Alright, let’s take Neil out for a trip for a while, and we’ll settle down after Neil starts studying.”
"Alright." Going out to relax has a good effect on psychological healing. "What are you going to do after that? Continue to write novels and scripts?"
Su Beibei said: "I plan to set up a studio and raise a group of talented new screenwriters to pursue their dreams together."
The girlfriends talked for a while, and then heard the sound of a car downstairs. Su Beibei said: "Mr. Han must be back."
Su Beibei got up and walked to the window, looking towards the garage downstairs, just in time to see Han Zhan getting out of the car and walking to the trunk to pick up things.
"It's your Mr. Han who's back." Su Beibei turned around, looked at Song Ci, and said to her, "I'm worried that Neil is alone at home. I'll go back today and go to the airport later. Song Song, Take care of yourself."
"Is it in such a hurry?"
"Well, Li Li and I just divorced, that child is sensitive, and I'm afraid he'll think wildly after we've been away for a long time."
"Okay, I'll ask the driver to take you there."
"good."
Originally, only Su Beibei planned to leave alone, but when Han Wangwang heard that Su Beibei was going back to China, she also decided to go with Su Beibei. She came here this time to ask for leave from her unit, and time was tight, so she decided to go back to China with Su Beibei.
At lunch time, Han Zhan took all the washed and dried baby's clothes to the room and prepared to bathe the baby. Having raised two children, Han Zhan is experienced in doing these things.
He took off his windbreaker jacket, pushed the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow joints, took the bath towel and went to the bathroom to drain the water. Song Ci's wound hurt so badly today that she couldn't get off the ground. She turned her head to look at Han Zhan busy in the bathroom, and thought that Han Zhan was just putting water, but he was also handsome and charming.
Isn't it attractive for older men to do everything
Han Zhan put the water away, went to the bedside and said to Song Ci, "I'll take him to take a bath."
"good."
Last night, Song Ci said that the baby was born, and he didn't have time to prepare clothes for the baby. The baby was born, and the nurse put Han Zhan's close-fitting warm shirt on him.
Han Zhan is getting older and pays more attention to health preservation. In late autumn, he will forget to put thermal underwear under his clothes. Otherwise, the child can only be wrapped in a bath towel.
Han Zhan took off the clothes on the child, opened the child's diaper, and saw black meconium in the diaper. He frowned, feeling very disgusted, "This kid is pooping."
Song Ci laughed at him: "If you don't pee on your face, it is considered kind."
As soon as she finished speaking, Han Zhan saw the little guy's little thing jump, and then, a curved stream of warm urine sprayed onto Han Zhan's face.
Han Zhan: "."
For a moment, Han Zhan felt hopeless.
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then started to laugh, and couldn't help it, so he laughed wantonly, "Oh, Han Zhan, your son is really amazing, this is God sent to cure you!"
"Hahaha!"
Song Ci laughed so hard that the wound started to hurt. She gently touched the area near the incision, "Ouch, my incision hurts."
Han Zhan covered Song Ci's mouth, "Don't laugh."
Song Ci wanted to stop, but when she saw the urine rolling down Han Zhan's face, she couldn't help laughing.
Han Zhan carried the child directly to the bathroom, letting Song Ci make fun of him.
When Han Zhan turned around and could no longer see his face, Song Ci stopped smiling.
Han Zhan put the child on his lap, washed the little guy's butt, and then put him in the bathtub.
Han Zhan supported the child's small head and shoulders with his broad left hand, and pressed the child's ears with his thumb and ring finger to prevent warm water from entering his ears.
He wiped his face with his wet right hand, then picked up the towel with his only three fingers, and carefully bathed the child.
The little guy was pretty good and didn't cry.
After taking a bath, Han Zhan had to apply massage oil to the child and do baby exercises, but he didn't know how to do this, and he completed the whole process under Song Ci's guidance.
After touching, Han Zhan put on diapers and clothes for the child, and gently placed him beside Song Ci.
The little guy was hungry, squinted his eyes and cried, his cry was as soft as a kitten. Han Zhan heard the crying and his father's love was flooding again. He reminded Song Ci: "The child is hungry and needs to be breastfed. Cibao, please breastfeed."
Song Ci's head got dizzy when she heard this, "I'm not a cow." She said so, but she still turned over and unbuttoned her baby to nurse.
Han Zhan sat on the stool next to him and folded the clothes for the child. While working, he said, "The child's name is Han Zheng. What do you think?" This was something they had already thought about.
Song Ci had no objection, "It's pretty good." The three siblings all have two characters in their names, so they should be neat.
"Grandpa gave him the word Ling Yu in the hope that this child will surpass him in the future." Han Zhan chuckled lightly and said, "But there is no chance of surpassing my grandpa."
Song Ci uttered a big word, "Maybe your son will become president in the future."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, stared at the little guy, and heard the gurgling sound in his throat when the little guy was suckling. He sneered and said, "Just him? A weakling who is also the president. I don't think so."
Song Ci: "."
"Have you ever said that to a child?"
Han Zhan shut his mouth.
The urination successfully cut off Han Zhan's love for the little cub. Thinking of the scene when Han Miao and Han Jun were just born, he couldn't help sighing: "How can Miaomiao and Junjun be so capable?" Eat, look at him, what to do, eat first.”
When Song Ci heard Han Zhan's words, he could already foresee the bickering scene between their father and son in the future.
December 8th was the awards ceremony. The day before the awards ceremony, the organizing committee issued an announcement on the official INS website, announcing that it would disqualify Elisa from country Y and blacklist her forever. Eliza is 25 years old, which means she won't be able to compete in four years' time either.
Song Ci did not recover well due to childbirth, so she was unable to attend the awards ceremony in person.
So when the host announced that Song Ci was the overall champion of the competition, Shen Yubei, who was sitting in the audience, stood up.
Under everyone's surprised eyes, Shen Yubei stepped onto the stage.
Shen Yubei had won this award when he was 19 years old, but he stood on the stage again to accept the award for his good apprentice, which he himself found very interesting.
Shen Yubei took the microphone and explained: "Our champion is unfortunately unable to attend the scene due to physical reasons, so he can only entrust me, a teacher, to accept the award."
Hearing this explanation, everyone showed a surprised expression.
Shen Yubei is Song Ci's teacher
Why didn't Song Ci disclose this news before
The host also had doubts and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Shen, you are Song Ci's teacher? Why didn't you disclose this news before this?"
Shen Yubei smiled slightly, and his answer was thought-provoking, "Because what Song Ci needs is everyone's recognition of her ability, not who she is as an apprentice."
Hearing Shen Yubei's words, everyone couldn't help thinking of Eliza. No matter what competition Elisa participated in, she would always show off her father Idris' name. Comparing Elisa and Song Cila together is really a matter of opinion.
The host nodded and agreed with Shen Yubei's answer, "Mr. Shen is right, so now that Song Ci has won the championship, is Mr. Shen very proud of her?"
Shen Yubei nodded, "Of course, she has always been my pride, whether it was in the past or now." From the moment Song Ci decided to pick up the violin again three years ago and couldn't afford to kneel in front of his house From the very beginning, she became Shen Yubei's greatest pride in his life.
The guest of honor for the winners is the host, the queen of the country.
Her Majesty the Queen is also a violin lover, but a musical instrument is not something that you can play to the highest level if you love it and work hard. It also requires talent.
Her Majesty's musical talent is not as good as Shen Yubei's, so she has not achieved proud achievements in the music industry, but this does not prevent her from appreciating and helping these music lovers to pursue their dreams.
When Shen Yubei stood on the stage to accept the award when he was 19 years old, the Queen presented him with the award. Her Majesty was not yet thirty years old at that time. Now, the queen's sideburns are slightly white, and two or three wrinkles appear at the end of her eyes.
Her Majesty the Queen in a blue dress is more noble and elegant than when she was young.
Seeing Shen Yubei, Her Majesty also felt emotional. She said: "Dear Yubei, I am honored to present you with an award again. Who would have thought that after thirty years, we would be on the same stage again It's a miracle that we met."
Shen Yubei held the awarding card with 250,000 euros written on it, smiled at the Queen, and said, "Your Majesty the Queen, today is the world of young people, and I feel honored to be able to stand here to accept the award on behalf of young people." pleasure."
"Your apprentice is very good. I have seen every performance of her. I have to say that she is a musician with more talent and potential than you. I believe that under the leadership of this group of young people, Music will be endless and have a long history."
"Yes Your Majesty."
Her Majesty the Queen stood beside Shen Yubei, taking pictures with all the award-winning contestants.
After the award ceremony, Shen Yubei immediately called Song Ci to inform her of the news of winning the championship.
Song Ci was so excited, she shouted loudly to Han Zhan who was working: "Han Zhan, I am the champion!"
Han Zhan left the desk, walked to the bed, stretched out his left hand and rubbed Song Ci's chicken nest head, bent his lips and said, "Congratulations, world champion."
"Thank you!" Song Ci said to Han Zhan while unlocking the phone, "I have won the championship now, and I decided to modify my Weibo authentication information."
Song Ci's personal certification says 'the heroine of the movie "Le Crazy"" and a fashion blogger, while her profile says "Zeus International Boss Song Ci"!
Song Ci has become the world champion now, and looking at the previous information, she felt that it was not up to standard, so she naturally had to revise it.
Song Ci changed his personal information to—
Song Ci, champion of the Queen Elizabeth International Musical Violin Competition.
After correcting, Song Ci smiled to Han Zhan and bent his eyes, "Han Zhan, I am finally a violinist!" Becoming a violinist is Song Ci's real dream, and now that the dream has come true, Song Ci smiles like a flower The son is also brilliant and lovable.
Looking at her little smiling face, Han Zhan's eyes softened. "Well, you are amazing."
Song Ci stretched out his hand to Han Zhan.
Han Zhan made a puzzled look. "do what?"
Song Ci tilted her head and asked him, "Han Zhan, where is my gift?"
Han Zhan smiled and took out a check from his pocket and handed it to Song Ci, and said boldly: "You don't lack anything, and I don't know what to give you, so I'll be more vulgar and rude, and give it to you directly." check."
Song Ci looked down at the amount on the check, ten or ten million!
Song Ci looked at the signature style and seal on the check, and asked thoughtfully: "Han Zhan, is this signature real, don't it be fake?"
Han Zhan couldn't bear the domestic violence towards Song Ci, picked up the pillow and hammered her head, but the movement was very light.
After beating, Han Zhan hugged the pillow and scolded her: "Little heartless!"
This operation does not look like a thirty-five-year-old successful person, but rather an exasperated kid.
Song Ci confirmed that the check was genuine, and felt as happy as setting off several bundles of fireworks. Song Ci folded the check into a heart shape, stuck it to the place closest to his chest, and murmured: "This is the first time I have received such a large check, I have to feel it."
"Excellence!"
Song Ci fell asleep holding the check, and the child was hungry and woke Song Ci up in the middle of the night. She asked Han Zhan to turn on the wall lamp, and she sat up to breastfeed the baby in a daze.
Really sleepy, Song Ci was worried that she would fall asleep and the child would choke on milk, so she woke Han Zhan up. "Han Zhan, look at the child, I'm really sleepy."
Song Ci closed her eyes and really fell asleep while breastfeeding the baby.
After the child was full, Han Zhan carried the child back to the crib lightly, without much movement, but woke up Song Ci.
Song Ci rubbed her eyes and said, "Am I really asleep?"
"Well, you're too tired."
Song Ci was really tired. She said: "Then I'm going to sleep." Song Ci slept until dawn.
Han Zhan was not in the room, so he left a note saying that he was taking Song Fei and the others to the airport.
They are all working people, and they all have to go back to their country.
Song Ci got up to go to the bathroom, and when she looked up after washing her hands, she caught a glimpse of the unkempt woman in the mirror, and she woke up suddenly!
She is Song Ci!
How could she be so imageless!
Look at that chicken coop head, that haggard face, has she been showing people this face these days
Han Zhan even kissed her last night, how could he go out of his way
Song Ci was so frightened that she quickly picked up facial cleanser and washed her face, and then applied various expensive skin care products.
Song Ci asked the doctor to wash her hair again. After a lot of trouble, Song Ci was satisfied.
She went back to the bed and lay down, pressed her head against the pillow and rubbed it, only then did she realize that there was something hard under the pillow.
what
Song Ci curiously removed the pillow and saw a gift bag hidden under the pillow.
Did Han Zhan prepare it for her
Song Ci opened the gift bag and saw a note inside, with a line of handwriting on it——
Congratulations to the champion - Zhan.
Song Ci opened the small gift box with anticipation. She thought it would contain antique jewelry, but to her surprise, there was a letter in the box.
Song Ci couldn't tell whether to be disappointed or surprised.
This stingy thing, what kind of gift is a letter
Of course, if it was a love letter, she would still be happy to accept it.
Song Ci opened the envelope with the mood of reading a love letter.
Spreading out the letter paper, Song Ci saw Han Zhan's handwriting. His handwriting is very recognizable, it is written in italics with a pen, each stroke is full of Han Zhan's personal style, as sharp as an ice blade.
It says-
Song Ci, I have a secret in my heart, and I decided to tell you today.
In the Mo tribe, I not only remembered my previous life six hundred years ago, but also remembered some other things.
You never told me that in the life when you and Cheng Ziang were married, you and I not only knew each other, but were also close friends. You never told me that before you died, you asked the doctor to donate your cornea to me.
Song Ci, you must not know that the reason why I strongly want to restore my eyesight is just to take a look at you.
When the operation was successful and I finally saw the light again, I was told that you were dead and your eyes became mine. How painful it was for me.
I would rather be blind for the rest of my life than I want you to live.
After your death, I joined forces with Yan Jiang to destroy Chaoyang Company and Chuandong International. I will let Mu Qiu be buried for you, let Cheng Yanmo go bankrupt, and let Cheng Ziang die without a place to die! But all I really want is you.
I still have a secret that I haven't told you, but I want to tell you with my own mouth.
Song Ci was surprised after reading the letter.
Han Zhan actually remembered what happened in his previous life!
He has been hiding it from her, and never revealed it! Is this man's mouth made of clam shells
Near noon, Song Ci heard the news of Han Zhan returning home.
She walked slowly to the window, opened the window, lay on the window sill, and shouted to Han Zhan in the yard downstairs: "Han Zhan!"
Han Zhan was talking to the bodyguard, when he heard Song Ci's voice, he looked up at Song Ci.
Han Zhan didn't know that Song Ci had read the letter, so he waved to Song Ci and said, "Are you hungry? I'll bring you food right away."
Song Ci stared at him with extremely complicated eyes.
Seeing that Song Ci didn't answer, Han Zhan frowned and asked loudly, "What's wrong with you?"
He made a gesture to enter the house and go upstairs, but he heard Song Ci say, "Do you have a secret that you haven't told me yet?" What.
But Han Zhan at that time knew nothing about his previous life, so Song Ci didn't ask.
Now that the opportunity came, Song Ci would not miss it.
When Han Zhan heard her words, it was obvious that a look of surprise flashed across his face.
He understood that Song Ci had already read the letter. He stood still on the grass in the yard, with one hand in his trouser pocket, raised his head, and stared at Song Ci affectionately with those gray-blue eyes.
Those eyes were very greedy and serious, like a blind man regaining his light and seeing his beloved woman for the first time.
"The secret is." Han Zhan hesitated for a while, his ears turned red, and he said softly, "Miss Song, Zeus International still lacks a proprietress, would you like to be my proprietress?"
Song Ci didn't seem to hear clearly, so she deliberately raised her voice and said, "What? The wind is too strong, I didn't hear clearly!"
God damn it is too windy!
Han Zhan went all out and lost all face and face. He put his hands in front of his lips, made a trumpet shape, and asked loudly upstairs: "Miss Song, Zeus International still lacks a proprietress, would you like to be my proprietress!"
This is the secret that Han Zhan hid from Song Ci in the previous life.
He wants Song Ci to be his boss wife.
Song Ci heard clearly this time.
She didn't eat sugar, but her mouth was full of the taste of honey, which was so sweet that she couldn't stand it.
"Okay, I'll be your boss."
Hearing Song Ci's reply, Han Zhan finally had a smile on his face. He carefully looked at Song Ci's appearance, and said softly, "Miss Boss, you look really good-looking."
There will be two updates at noon tomorrow.
(end of this chapter)