Li Li drove to the company by himself and met Han Zhan in the company's underground parking lot. "Morning, Mr. Han."
"morning."
Han Zhan took the briefcase and stepped into the elevator first.
With breakfast in his left hand and briefcase in his right, Li Li quickly got into the elevator. After the elevator door closed, Li Li handed the prepared breakfast to Han Zhan, and said to him, "My mother made the steamed buns this morning."
Li Li lives with his 60-year-old mother, and Li Li is in charge of Han Zhan's daily breakfast.
But today, Han Zhan stared at the steamed bun for a while, then waved his hand and said, "No, I've already eaten it."
Li Li didn't think much, just said: "How can I make it by myself today?" Han Zhan didn't eat breakfast outside, he had to cook it himself, or let Li Li bring it.
Today is not a special day, how can Mr. Han cook by himself
Han Zhan shook his head and said, "I didn't do it myself."
Didn't do it yourself
Li Li gave him a strange look. "Who did it?"
Han Zhan: "Song porcelain."
Li Li was taken aback. "In the morning, Ms. Song will cook you breakfast." Li Li's eyes suddenly widened. He pointed at Han Zhan and said in disbelief, "Miss Song went to your house last night?"
Not only went to his house, but also slept in his bed.
"We're living together." Han Zhan admitted generously, and there's no point in hiding it. When two people live together, people can always find out, so he simply confessed.
Li Li was really shocked by this news.
Han Zhan glanced at Li Li, who was making a fuss, and said, "From now on, you don't have to worry about my breakfast every morning." After a pause, Han Zhan added a knife to the single dog Li Li: "I Girlfriend will do it for me."
"Ah good." Li Li still couldn't recover, and was still in a daze.
When he came to the office, Han Zhan sent Song Ci a text message. After waiting for a while, he didn't see her reply, so he put down his phone and turned on the computer to do his own thing.
At home, Song Ci changed clothes, put on makeup, chose a bag with one hand, and began to stuff things into the bag in an orderly manner. Sunscreen spray, umbrella, lipstick, touch-up powder
After packing up her things, Song Ci found her mobile phone on the sofa, unlocked it and walked towards the door. Unlocking was successful, and an unread message flooded into the eyeballs.
Song Ci opened the text message and saw Han Zhan saying: [Tomorrow morning, I want to eat hot and sour rice noodles.]
What can Song Ci say, of course it is good.
The phone vibrated, and Han Zhan finished typing a line, then picked up the phone and took a look. Song Ci only replied him with a good word, and after reading the message, Han Zhan turned off his phone and continued to indulge in his work.
Song Ci got Brother Long's phone number from Han Zhan in the morning. She called Brother Long before she changed her clothes and informed Brother Long that she would go out today.
When Song Ci went to the underground garage, she saw a man in front of Han Zhan's car.
Song Ci stared at the man's figure and began to size up. The man was very thin, only about 1.7 meters tall. He was wearing a green tracksuit and held a car key in his hand, and he appeared to be here for a while.
This doesn't look like Brother Long, but Brother Monkey.
Brother Long is a cautious person. Song Ci just stared at him for a few more seconds, and then he turned around quickly as if he had installed a radar on his body, and his eyes were precisely locked on Song Ci.
Seeing Song Ci, a cautious smile appeared on the man's stern face. "Miss Song?"
Song Ci walked towards him and asked with a smile, "Brother Long?"
Song Ci was wearing high heels, approached Brother Long, and found that she was a little taller than Brother Long. Song Ci couldn't help but wonder: Brother Long, who is so thin and weak, can really protect her well
"Hi Miss Song, I'm Long Yu."
"Thank you, I'm going to the Red Cross now."
"It's not hard, just get in the car."
Brother Long drove, and Song Ci sat in the back seat.
Long Yu's car drove very smoothly, and Song Ci soon felt relieved. She leaned on the car seat to play with her mobile phone, downloaded a gourmet software, and learned how to make 'sour and spicy rice noodles' on it.
The music was not turned on in the car, so Long Yu listened to all the way 'Just shred ginger', 'Chop up a small handful of sauerkraut', 'Pepper pepper and dried red pepper for spare'
The car stopped at the red cross, Long Yu turned around and said to Song Ci, "Miss Song, the Red Cross is here."
Song Ci has already learned how to make hot and sour rice noodles by heart. She turned off her mobile phone, thanked Long Yu, picked up the black basin hat on the side and put it on, covering most of her face, before approaching the Red Cross office building.
After finding the person in charge, Song Ci said directly, "I am Song Ci. I have filled out a posthumous organ donation form before, and I would like to consult one thing."
"Hi Miss Song."
The staff didn't know Song Ci, so naturally they didn't know that she was the famous first lady in Wangdong City. He showed a kind smile and asked Song Ci: "What does Miss Song want to consult?"
Song Ci said: "The executor on my organ donation letter is my adoptive father, but I am about to get married. Out of respect and love between husband and wife, I want my husband to be the executor of my organ donation after death." People, can you still change it?"
The staff member smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Of course. In fact, the executor doesn't necessarily need your father and husband. You can also find someone you trust."
"Then can I change it now?"
"Okay, I need to fill out some forms."
Song Ci filled out several documents and successfully changed the executor to Han Zhan.
After leaving the Red Cross, Song Ci went back to Mu's house. Du Tingting has been feeling unwell for the past few days and always feels tired, so she didn't go to work in the studio. She was resting at home alone when she suddenly heard the sound of a car.
Du Tingting got up from the bed, looked downstairs from the window, and saw Song Ci getting off a black Volvo. Du Tingting was a little surprised, she raised her voice and asked Song Ci: "Song Song, why are you back?"
Song Ci looked up at Du Tingting, smiled at her, called her mother, and said, "I have something to do when I come back."
"I'm coming down now."
When Song Ci saw Du Tingting, she frowned suddenly. "Mom, are you feeling unwell?"
Du Tingting's complexion was very bad, and she was listless, as if she had caught a cold.
"Maybe it's because I'm too tired. I always feel like I can't sleep well these days, and I'm very sleepy." Du Tingting didn't take her body seriously. She pulled Song Ci to sit down and asked her, "Is there something I forgot?" Got it?"
Song Ci shook his head. "It's like this." Song Ci took out a sales plan, pointed to one of the houses, and said to Du Tingting, "Mother, it's like this. I want to buy a house. Just this one, three bedrooms and two living rooms, one hundred and sixty flat."
"Why did you suddenly think of buying a house?" Du Tingting's face darkened when she thought of Han Zhan, and asked Song Ci, "Did Mr. Han tell you something? Is he afraid of having property disputes with you after marriage?"
As she said that, Du Tingting's tone became angry.
If Han Zhan is really such a caring person, then Song Ci must not marry him!
(end of this chapter)