Jiang Shifeng was able to wash away his grievances and successfully get rid of the charge of stealing plagiarism, all thanks to Cecilio's intimidation of Idris. Afterwards, Jiang Shifeng knew the truth, and he sat down with Cecilio and chatted for a long time. After that heart-to-heart talk, the relationship between uncle and nephew became much closer.
The next day, Cecilio also decided to return home.
Agen and Cecilio lived together since childhood. In their hearts, Christmas is the grandest festival of the year. Cecilio invited Arang and Nan Yanyan to spend Christmas in Rome before leaving. Seeing that Nan Yanyan and Nan Guanguan wanted to go to Italy, Arang agreed.
The matter between Nan Guanguan and Ai Lun has not been made public yet, and it is inconvenient for Ai Lun to join in the fun with them for fear of being beaten.
After Ah Rang and his group left, Allen also decided to go to the Paris School of Make-up for a period of time. Before leaving, Ai Lun gave the boy Han Zheng a red envelope, which looked bulging.
Song was quite puzzled, wondering why Allen was so generous this time. She opened the red envelope, only to find that there was a stack of five and ten yuan RMB in it. When put together, it was exactly one hundred yuan, implying longevity.
Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry.
After seeing off the friends, the house suddenly became much deserted.
At the end of the year, Han Zhan's company was busy, so he stayed in Brussels for a few more days, and decided to return to China when the carefully selected babysitters officially started working.
On the night before returning to China, Han Zhan packed his luggage by himself. While packing, he told Song Ci: "Don't stay up late, you have to sleep when the child sleeps, otherwise your body will not be able to bear it. Also, eat on time, Eat enough, don't be afraid of getting fat."
"If you are really fat, I will accompany you to lose weight."
"besides."
Song Ci's ears were callused, she covered her ears with her hands, and shouted in a broken voice: "Brother Han, Han Zhan, Mr. Han, Boss Han! Can you stop talking, my mother doesn't talk as much as you. "
Han Zhan put the folded shirts into the box. He looked up at Song Ci helplessly, and sighed, "I feel very sorry for leaving you here alone, so I want to give you some advice."
Song Ci suffered from depression when she was pregnant with her first child. Han Zhan still feels scared. He is afraid that Song Ci will be cranky and depressed if he leaves, so he talks more.
Song Ci took her fingers away from her ears, lay sideways on the bed, and said to Han Zhan: "I can understand that you have to work. After a while, I will come back when my wound is almost healed. I He's not a three-year-old kid, so he shouldn't be so worried."
Han Zhan said again: "I really want to spend New Year's Day with you."
"I will try to go back before New Year's Day."
"okay."
After Han Zhan left, Song Ci's life became a bit boring. She practiced the piano every day or accompanied her children, and occasionally had a video with Han Miao and Han Jun. Finally, it was after Christmas that the incision was completely healed.
Song Ci immediately flew back to China with the child, arriving home the day before New Year's Day. It was snowing lightly on the day of returning home, Song Ci wrapped her down jacket tightly and hid the little guy in her arms.
After returning home and walking into the heated room, Song Ci felt warmer.
Han Miao and Han Jun knew that their mother and younger brother would go home today, so they were reluctant to go anywhere, so they waited at home. As soon as the mother came home, the daughters of the two families ran towards Song Ci.
"Mom!" Han Miao and Han Jun rushed towards Song Ci and hugged her legs. Song Ci almost lost his footing, but was supported by Yan Qingxiu behind him.
Song Ci hugged the child and said to Yan Qingxiu: "You have worked hard during this time."
Yan Qingxiu shook his head, "It's not hard." He stared at the sleeping baby boy in Song Ci's arms, and asked, "Can I hug you?"
Song Ci handed the child into Yan Qingxiu's arms.
Yan Qingxiu hugged the child, looked at it twice, and said: "This child is not simple, he must be a master."
Song Ci was slightly stunned, and then told Yan Qingxiu: "His name is Han Zheng, and his grandfather named him Han Lingyu, sir, which way will this child go in the future?"
Song Ci's question was cryptic, but Yan Qingxiu laughed inscrutablely, and he said: "When you step into an official career, your heart is concerned with the world."
Song Ci has a plan in mind.
Han Jun took Yan Qingxiu's hand, raised her face and said to Yan Qingxiu, "I want to see my brother."
Yan Qingxiu quickly squatted down so that the two young ladies could observe the little brother. Han Zheng's birth is almost one month old, and his wrinkled little face has grown a lot, and his flesh is white and tender, and his eyelashes are long, so cute.
Han Miao stretched out her hand and poked Han Zheng's face. She didn't know what she thought of, and said something very frightening. She said, "It's so soft, so white, I really want to eat it."
Han Jun turned her head to look at her sister, and she told Han Miao very seriously: "You can't eat people, it's wrong to eat people."
Han Miao pouted, and she argued, "I don't want to eat him, I want to eat glutinous rice balls." She put her warm little hands on Han Zheng's face, rubbed it, and said, "Look, it's very sweet. Like glutinous rice balls."
Han Jun was dubious, "Let me see." She took Han Miao's hand away and put her own on it. Han Jun rubbed it vigorously, which immediately woke up Han Zheng, and a burst of crying came from Han Zheng's mouth. "Wow wow wow"
Han Jun was so frightened that she quickly withdrew her hand, stared at her crying brother, frowned, and said, "If you're not good, you just know how to cry. I don't like him."
Han Miao was also very disgusted, she said: "It's too ugly, not cute at all."
Song Ci and Yan Qingxiu: "."
We are all children, so don't dislike each other.
There is an extra little brother in the family, who seems to be a little toy for Han Miao and Han Jun.
In the evening, after dinner, the two guys stopped playing with toys and reading picture books. After taking a bath, they stayed around Song Ci's bed, looking at his sleeping brother from time to time.
Seeing that the girls refused to leave, Song Ci knew that they actually wanted to stay with him for a while. She patted the big bed and said to Han Miao and Han Jun, "Miaomiao, Junjun, will you sleep with your mother tonight?"
Hearing this, the two little guys nodded abruptly without saying a word, then quickly crawled to Song Ci's side and sat down.
Han Jun stared at Song Ci's stomach, and she said, "Dad said, Mom's stomach is hurt, let us not touch you."
Han Miao also nodded, and she asked Song Ci innocently, "Mom, were we all born from your belly?"
Song Ci nodded and said, "Yes, you all grew up in my stomach."
Han Miao stared at Song Ci's stomach, and she asked again: "Then can we sleep in your stomach tonight?"
Song Ci was confused by this question. "No, when you grow up, your mother's stomach won't be able to hold you."
The two sisters nodded thoughtfully.
Han Miao, who was out of her mind, stood up suddenly. She pulled down the zipper of her sleeping bag, touched her chubby belly, and asked Song Ci, "Mom, is there a baby in my belly? Is it a boy, or is it a baby?" Baby girl?"
This question was so difficult that Song Ci didn't know how to reply for a while.
Han Jun stared at her sister's belly and said with certainty, "There are three babies."
Han Miao: "Wow, I'm so good."
Hearing the children's conversation, Song Ci's head was full of black lines.
Knock Knock—
Song Ci heard the movement, looked up towards the exit of the master bedroom, and saw Han Zhan leaning against the partition door between the small bedroom and the master bedroom, smiling, looking at their mother and son.
After not seeing Han Zhan for more than half a month, Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan had lost a lot of weight and forgot to take off his glasses. "you lost weight."
Han Zhan strode to the side of the bed, bowed his head and kissed Song Ci's forehead, and said with a smile, "You look thinner too."
Song Ci was happy to hear this, and she said, "I'm controlling my diet." Song Ci reached out and took off the glasses on the bridge of Han Zhan's nose, "I rarely see you wearing glasses."
"Recently, I've been too busy at work. I've kept socializing and holding meetings. I was so busy that I forgot to take it off."
Han Zhan pushed Han Miao to the middle of the bed, and then lay down along the side of the bed. "I'll sleep for a while, and I'll be with you tomorrow." Han Zhan lay on the bed and heard Han Miao and Han Jun talking non-stop. He couldn't fall asleep, and finally ran to the guest room to sleep helplessly.
The next morning, Han Zhan woke up feeling refreshed.
He ran more than ten laps around the track outside the racecourse before returning to the guest room to take a shower. After taking a shower, he changed into the panda sweater Song Ci knitted for him the year before last, and went to the master bedroom.
The children had woken up and went downstairs to eat. Song Ci was still sleeping, her cheeks sunken in the soft pillow, and she slept very soundly. Knowing that Song Ci was also tired, Han Zhan went downstairs to accompany the children without waking her up.
It snowed a little yesterday. Although the sun is shining today, the ground is not completely dry, so it is inconvenient to go out to play.
Han Zhan had nothing to do, so he took the children to the underground training ground and taught them archery.
Han Miao was not interested in archery, so he ran away after playing for a while. Han Jun was born to be the god of war, and she was very interested in these weapons. Under Han Zhan's explanation and guidance, Han Jun quickly mastered the skills of archery.
With the first arrow, Han Jun hit the target, still the nine rings. Han Zhan stared at the long arrow on the target, touched Han Jun's head, and said, "I'm proud of you."
Han Jun raised her head and smiled sweetly at Han Zhan.
The father and son played on the shooting range for more than an hour before going up.
At this time, Song Ci had already woken up. She was wearing a windproof hat, and she was sitting in the yard basking in the sun with her baby in her arms and eating breakfast.
Seeing Han Zhan walking towards Han Jun, she scooped up a wonton and fed it to Han Zhan's mouth.
Han Zhan opened his mouth to eat the wonton, and heard Song Ci say: "I have an appointment with a photographer. When I am confinement, let's take a family photo." After a pause, she added: "I want Wear a wedding dress."
When Han Zhan heard the last three words, he felt very sorry when he thought that they hadn't taken a formal wedding photo.
Nodding his head, Han Zhan said, "Okay."
Although Song Ci lost some weight after giving birth, she is still much plump compared to her pre-pregnancy figure, and she can no longer wear those high-end dresses. Han Zhan had been prepared for a long time, and bought several gorgeous wedding dresses from Paris in advance, all of which were tie-up styles, and he didn't care about his figure.
The day the photo was taken was a sunny day.
On this day, Han Zhan put on a black suit and tied a bow tie around his neck. He stared at the glove on his right hand for a while, and finally took off the glove and walked out of the room.
He went downstairs and saw two well-dressed daughters. The sisters wore champagne pink long-sleeved dresses, Hepburn-style leather shoes, straightened hair, bangs, and a small crown on their heads.
Buddha depends on gold clothes and people depend on clothes. With such a dress, the lively and active Han Miao looked like a little princess.
Han Zheng, who was held in Yan Qingxiu's arms, had also been well-dressed. He was wearing the same custom-made suit as Han Zhan, and he looked decent.
Han Zhan asked sister Han Miao: "Where's your mother?"
"Here!"
Song Ci's voice came from the cloakroom.
Song Ci has an oversized three-story cloakroom. The cloakroom leads directly from the master bedroom on the second floor to the basement floor. It is very luxurious. It is equipped with an elevator and a spiral staircase. The cloakroom houses Song Ci's jewelry, all kinds of beautiful shoes and bags, and the high-end dresses she collected.
At this moment, Song Ci was coming out of the elevator in the cloakroom.
She was wearing a champagne pink wedding dress with a tube top and large skirt, her long black shiny hair was coiled up, a castle-shaped crown was on her head, and a diamond necklace of the same series as the crown was on her neck.
Jewelry, but not as eye-catching as beauty.
After giving birth, Song Ci's breasts were even more proud. Wearing a tube top style wedding dress, she looked even more round, fair and plump. Holding the hem of the skirt in front of her, she walked towards Han Zhan with graceful steps and a graceful figure, which made Han Zhan stunned for a few seconds.
Until the children exclaimed: "It's a princess!" Han Miao liked playing with Barbie dolls the most. She jumped up, clapped her hands and said, "My mother is a princess!"
Han Zhan came back to his senses and blushed.
After three or four years of marriage, he still stared at Song Ci in a daze.
Song Ci saluted Han Zhan with her skirt in her hand, then raised her head and asked Han Zhan, "Am I beautiful, Your Majesty."
Han Zhan's ears were reddish, and he said softly, "My queen is of course beautiful."
Song Ci was proud of herself, she knew that even if she gained some weight, she would still be the prettiest fat beauty. Song Ci said: "The photographer has already arrived, don't make him wait too long, let's go."
Song Ci was about to leave when Han Zhan said, "Wait."
Song Ci stopped, lowered her eyes, and looked at Han Zhan in surprise. "What else to do?"
Han Zhan took a step back suddenly, then knelt down in front of Song Ci on one knee.
Song Ci looked at him in surprise, and saw Han Zhan holding a ring box in his hand. Song Ci blinked, and then all kinds of emotions, including embarrassment and excitement, rushed towards her. Her eyes were red and dim.
"Han Zhan, what are you doing?" Song Ci looked around and saw that the servants had stopped to watch the commotion, she panicked with embarrassment.
"Song Ci, this time, it's my turn to propose to you." Holding up the ring, Han Zhan said, "'Han Zhan, from now on, you can only touch your right hand and your tie', this sentence is The confession you told me when you proposed to me."
"In this world, there may be thousands of women who are willing to tie me a tie, but you are the only one who is willing to wear fake fingers for me. The first time I fell in love with you was from that moment."
Song Ci couldn't remember these words clearly, but Han Zhan still remembered them clearly.
Han Zhan opened the ring box, and held up the ring awkwardly with the only three fingers on his right hand. He said: "My right hand is indeed incomplete, but my love for you is absolutely complete."
After a pause, Han Zhan smiled at Song Ci, and said again: "Song Ci, Brother Han has a lot of money and love. Are you willing to spend your whole life's money for me and share my life's love?"
Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry.
Is this a show of wealth, or a marriage proposal
She wiped her tears and laughed out loud, "Okay, I will try my best to spend all your money."
Song Ci stretched out his left hand, and there was already a simple gold ring on his left hand. That gold ring was the ring that Song Ci and Han Zhan used to propose on the day of receiving the certificate.
The 6.2-carat oversized diamond ring that Han Zhan gave Song Ci at the wedding has been collected by Song Ci and is not easily worn. And because this ring is worn every day, there are many marks on it, and it looks a little old.
Han Zhan took off the gold ring and put his re-customized ring on Song Ci's ring finger.
The new ring was custom-made by Han Zhan and the chief designer of the Crowning Love jewelry brand. The design of this ring is very simple, just a simple plain ring.
The ring looks like silver, but it is actually gold-plated and silver-plated, which looks like silver. The longer the ring is worn, the silver will fade from the ring over time, revealing the color of pure gold.
Its meaning is very beautiful -
When all the silver has faded away to reveal pure gold, the owner who wears the pair of wedding rings will also be gray-haired and grow old hand in hand.
Butler Cai came in, stood diagonally behind Han Zhan, lowered his head and asked, "Sir, the photographer is ready, when will it start?"
"Come on."
Although the sun was shining brightly outside, it was extremely cold, so I didn't go outside to take pictures.
Yulongshan Villa has long been selected as the most beautiful residence in Wangdong City, and the starry sky dome of the main building of the villa is famous all over the country, so the photographer decided to take family photos for them indoors.
The photographer's requirements are extremely high, and it took most of the day to take a picture that satisfies him.
After the finished family photo was repaired, the photography studio sent the finished product to the mailboxes of Han Zhan and Song Ci.
After the lunch break, Han Zhan turned on the computer and saw the photos in the email. Han Zhan felt that the picture of a family of five in the same frame was really eye-catching, so he couldn't help but upload one of the photos to his official Weibo account, and wrote a rare confession of love.
he wrote-
[August 10, 2020 is her birthday party, the first time I saw her in costume.
Holding the fine wine, she smiled and said to me, "Mr. Han, you are welcome." When she laughed, her eyes were very beautiful, like a galaxy that had been smashed and packed in a transparent glass bottle.
At that time, a wishful thinking came into my mind: I wanted to put the starry sky in a glass bottle and put it in my pocket so that no one could peek at it.
Later, I did it.
Now my heart is wild and I have even bigger delusions: Song Ci, I still want to spend the rest of my life with you.]
After posting Weibo, Han Zhan ignored it and continued working.
After work, he remembered and turned on his mobile phone to check the messages of netizens on Weibo. As soon as he opened the comment area, Han Zhan saw a comment with the most likes——
Song Song Song Song Ci V: I am not your wishful thinking, you are my ideal in the world.
This is the end of the text.
Of course, the story is not finished yet, the wedding between Wangwang and Jiang Zhen, Beibei's final destination, and Han Miao x Li Ao, Xu Qian x Han Jun
(end of this chapter)