Han Zhan was amused by her terrifying description.
He was about to agree when the phone in his pocket rang suddenly. Han Zhan stopped changing his shoes and leaned against the wall to answer the phone first. "It's me." Han Zhan didn't say the name of the person on the other end of the phone.
Song Ci vaguely heard 'Red Cross' and 'Du Tingting'.
After Han Zhan hung up the phone, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Whose call is it?"
"Eyeliner." Han Zhan didn't hide anything, and told Song Ci frankly: "I let people watch the movements of the Mu family." He took off his shoes, put on slippers, and walked over Song Ci to the kitchen with his tall body.
Song Ci followed him into the kitchen.
Han Zhan sprinkled a few goji berries into the cup, poured hot water, and then took a cup of warm water and handed it to Song Ci. "You drink this."
Song Ci held the warm water and couldn't say a word. "On such a hot day, I would rather drink a glass of ice water."
Han Zhan said: "No, absolutely not these days."
"Why?" Song Ci suddenly shut up.
Living under the same roof, her menstrual period is coming, so naturally she can't hide it from Han Zhan. They are all adults, and Song Ci will not feel embarrassed. She honestly drank warm water before saying, "Aolong at noon?"
Han Zhan nodded, "Yes."
Song Ci hurriedly opened the refrigerator, took out the Aolong from the soft freezer, put it in a large basin, and let it wake up. "I'll do it later, don't worry."
"Um."
Holding the cup, Han Zhan walked towards the sofa, and said to the little follower behind him, "Du Tingting went to the Red Cross this morning to inquire about organ donation."
Song Ci frowned, and she asked, "What is she consulting with that?"
Han Zhan said: "Du Tingting signed a posthumous organ donation letter. Guess what she wants to do?"
Song Ci was not stupid, so after thinking about it for a while, he understood Du Tingting's behavior.
"She wanted to give Mu Qiu her heart."
Song Ci's heart was heavy.
Only mothers have such courage.
Han Zhan put the water glass on the tea table. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Song Ci stuck it over like a dog skin plaster and sat down next to him. The two were very close, and Song Ci deliberately narrowed the distance between her and Han Zhan.
Han Zhan noticed and acquiesced to her approach.
They are husband and wife, sooner or later they will do the most intimate thing in the world, it is better to get in touch with each other more in advance.
Looking down at Song Ci's two slender and fair calves under her knee-length skirt, Han Zhan said, "I was wondering, what made your mother suddenly have such an idea?"
"Mu Qiu's body is getting weaker day by day. If he can't wait for a suitable heart, Mu Qiu will have no choice but to die. My mother has been in pain these days. Perhaps, she has had this idea a long time ago."
Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was looking at her legs, so she deliberately sat on her side, stretching the lines of her legs, which was more graceful.
Han Zhan frowned very high.
Song Ci patted her leg with her right hand, and asked Han Zhan with a wink, "Brother Han, do you think my legs are beautiful? Do you want to touch them?" Song Ci raised her right leg and stretched it out in front of Han Zhan , Said: "Come, let me touch you, no money."
Han Zhan stretched out a finger and ruthlessly pushed her right leg away.
He got up and went upstairs, leaving Song Ci alone on the sofa in a daze. After a while, Han Zhan came downstairs with an extra pair of men's cotton socks in his hand. Han Zhan threw the cotton socks into Song Ci's arms, "Put the socks on."
Song Ci held the long pair of men's cotton socks with both hands, feeling a little skeptical about life. "It's summer."
Han Zhan said: "The central air conditioner has a constant temperature of 24 degrees."
Song Ci muttered: "It's not cold at twenty-four degrees, okay?" Han Zhan glanced at her a little coldly, and he said, "Girls are cold, and their joints will hurt if their ankles are frozen. Be obedient and put on your socks."
The gentle and gentle tone, but there is a kind of strength that does not allow anyone to refute.
Song Ci shivered and put on the stockings.
Han Zhan was patting garlic in the kitchen, and Song Ci lay dead on the sofa, falling into self-doubt.
Miss Song Ci, the number one socialite, fashion icon, every move, dressing style, always being noticed by others. She hasn't worn stockings since she was six years old, since she knew about Amy.
But today, her dear husband threw her a pair of stockings himself
Song Ci took a photo, sent it to Yan Jiang, and complained to him: [Look.]
Yan Jiang: [Yellow skirt with black socks? ?]
Yan Jiang: [Having a convulsion?]
Song Ci: [My brother Han said, wear it like this to keep warm, otherwise you will suffer from joint pain when you get old.]
With a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Jiang sat on a chair in the dressing room and smoked. When he saw the message Song Ci just sent, he frowned, and then typed out a line with a sad expression——
Yan Jiang; [Song Song, are you showing off that your Brother Han loves you?]
Seeing Yan Jiang's reply, Song Ci looked up at the kitchen, secretly took a profile of Han Zhan cooking, and sent it to Yan Jiang.
Song Ci: [My Brother Han, is he handsome?]
After a long while, Yan Jiang replied: [Really what kind of pot goes with what kind of lid.]
Song Ci got angry, put away her phone, got up and went to the kitchen.
Han Zhan was frying minced garlic in an oil pan, and the kitchen smelled of garlic. Song Ci suddenly put his arms around Han Zhan's waist from behind, the spatula in Han Zhan's hand paused, and then put it down quickly. "What else?"
He had to get used to Song Ci's little cuddling as soon as possible.
Song Ci stood on tiptoe to watch him cook, and she said, "I need a reason to hug my husband?" Song Ci was confident, and Han Zhan couldn't refute.
Song Ci didn't eat much, and she was full after eating half of the Australian dragon. After eating, she watched Han Zhan eat the remaining half of the Australian dragon, and then finished two bowls of rice. She gave Han Zhan a thumbs up, "Brother Han really can eat, no wonder he is so tall."
Han Zhan took her as a compliment. "I have work in the afternoon, so I can't accompany you."
"I don't need to accompany you."
After watching Han Zhan leave, Song Ci planned to visit Mu Qiu in the hospital. "
Wangdong City is divided into Dongcheng District, Xicheng District, and North and South Shores. West City has six districts, including Jincheng District, Bishui District, Huo'an District, Jinshan District, Fengxian District, and Yufu District. Dongseong is divided into three districts, Daedeok District, Dongshan District, and Sanshengqiao.
The north bank and the south bank are high-tech parks that have only been developed in recent years. Han Zhan's Zeus Aviation R&D Department is located on the south bank. Between the east city and the west city, there is a big Yulongyuan River. There are three bridges on the river, Dushui Bridge, Wangdong Bridge, and Dongshan Bridge.
There is a hill in the middle of the Yuyongyeon River, which has been empty before. It was bought by someone eight years ago, and a stunning building was built——
Wolong Tower.
The building is 180 meters high and looks like a sleeping dragon on the first floor from a distance. It was designed by the world-renowned architect 'Eagle Sail'. His work also won the Pritzker Architecture Prize.
Some people say that this building is the headquarters building built by Shenghui Technology Company for its own company, while others say it is the headquarters building of Phaeton Automobile Company. There are different opinions, and no one knows the truth.
But Song Ci, who had been reborn once, knew that one year later, Shenghui Technology Co., Ltd., Phaeton Automobile Co., Ltd., the famous Jetta hotel chain, Dongying Real Estate Company, and the newborn Zeus Airlines will all merge into Zeus International!
Han Zhan brand stockings, you deserve it.
(end of this chapter)