When returning home, Song Ci's eyes were a little swollen and hot. She was too embarrassed to see Han Zhan, after all, she was a green tea bitch.
Song Ci ran to take a shower, changed her clothes, and applied a detumescent mask on her face.
It was half past nine, and Han Zhan had to take a shower and go to bed. Seeing Song Ci lying on the bed with a mask on her face and her eyes closed, he thought she couldn't see, so he took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Hearing the sound of water, under the mask, Song Ci's cheeks felt a little hot.
He just takes a bath like this
As long as you open your eyes, Song Ci can see Han Zhan. Do you want to see it? Song Ci wanted to see it, but felt impolite. After thinking about it, she and Han Zhan will sleep sooner or later. If you watch it early, you will watch it, if you watch it later, you will watch it.
After figuring it out, Song Ci immediately opened his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed to admire Han Zhan.
The hot fog in the bathroom rose, and the brown transparent glass was covered with a thin layer of mist. Han Zhan's legs were covered by the mist and he couldn't see clearly. But Song Ci knew that Han Zhan had many wounds, big and small, and he had no chance to count them all.
What did he do when he was a soldier? With so many injuries on his body, he was obviously not an ordinary soldier.
Song Ci was lost in thought, and when she came back to her senses, she saw that Han Zhan had turned around. He stood behind the glass, wiped off a piece of mist on the glass in front of him, and stared at Song Ci with a pair of gray-blue eyes through the transparent glass.
Han Zhan didn't expect Song Ci to be so lecherous that he would peek at him taking a bath. Han Zhan was a little surprised to catch Song Ci's little trick.
After being discovered, Song Ci hurriedly got up from the bed and ran into the toilet to wash off the mask on her face.
When she finished her skin care and came out, Han Zhan was already lying down on the bed in her pajamas. "Nine fifty-eight." Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci and said, "Go to bed, I'm going to turn off the lights." He didn't ask her about peeking, Song Ci was relieved.
Song Ci hurriedly ran over and climbed onto the bed, and lay down next to Han Zhan.
Snapped-
The lights went out.
The electric blackout curtains on the wall by the floor-to-ceiling windows began to close with a sliding sound. The room was instantly pitch-black, to the point where you couldn't see your fingers.
Song Ci couldn't sleep at all, she admired Han Zhan's good work and rest habits. Song Ci suddenly turned over and poked Han Zhan's shoulder with his index finger, "Brother Han, are you asleep?"
Han Zhan opened his eyes and looked at the darkness.
"Not yet." There was a little girl lying beside him, and Han Zhan was not a gentleman, so he couldn't sleep. Especially since this little girl coveted his body.
Song Ci restlessly touched Han Zhan's face with his fingers, and finally stopped on his proud nose bone, rubbing Han Zhan's nose with his fingertips like rubbing glutinous rice balls. "I have a question that I need to ask you."
It is a big deal to ask for advice.
Han Zhan: "Say." His nose was itchy, and Han Zhan wanted to scratch it, but he just thought about it.
Song Ci pointed out very seriously: "You said you have to go to bed at ten o'clock, right? Then when will we make humans? It can't be before ten o'clock every time, right? If it happens to be ten o'clock then, we will What should I do if I’m not done yet? Just turn off the lights and go to sleep? Or fight again after 6:30 the next morning?”
That's a really serious question.
Han Zhan: ""
Song Ci muttered again: "This is a big matter, related to the life and death of your child."
Han Zhan took Song Ci's index finger and squeezed it tightly with his left hand, and then said: "It depends on the situation, and the bedtime can be delayed as appropriate."
Song Ci let out a long breath, "Oh, that's good."
Song Ci had cried today and was a little exhausted. She fell asleep not long after lying beside Han Zhan. After she fell asleep, the joints of her index finger were not so stiff, and they were soft in Han Zhan's palm.
Still holding that finger, Han Zhan wondered in a daze: What is in Song Ci's head
Song Ci was asleep, snoring very regularly, but Han Zhan had insomnia.
The next morning, when the alarm clock rang, Song Ci woke up. She turned off the alarm clock, got out of bed barefoot and went directly to the toilet, washed her face, went to Han Zhan's conference room with bottles and cans, occupied his table and chairs, and started to put on makeup.
Downstairs, Han Zhan stood upside down against the wall, and his phone suddenly turned on.
He propped himself on the ground with his right hand, and picked up his mobile phone with his left hand to read the news. Song Ci: [Should we add a dresser to our home?]
Han Zhan replied to her: [Okay.]
After Song Ci put on her makeup, she chose a red tube top strapless long dress from the clothes she brought to change into, and pinned a black and white camellia brooch on her slender waist.
Han Zhan was cooking rice in the kitchen. When he heard the sound of high heels, he turned off the fire and looked back towards the stairs.
Seeing Song Ci, Han Zhan froze for a moment.
Today's Song Ci is dressed in a very high-profile and glamorous way. The seven centimeter high heels make her already tall and tall even more aura. Her short burgundy hair was simply styled with a curling iron, and she wore a pair of black gemstone stud earrings on her lovely earlobes.
You look so nice, what are you going to do
Han Zhan looked away and divided the fried rice into two plates.
He brought the fried rice to the dining table, and when he turned around, he found Song Ci holding his mobile phone, as if taking pictures. Han Zhan was amused when he saw it, "Are you taking selfies again?" Beautiful girls seem to love taking pictures.
Song Ci said, "No, I'm taking pictures of you."
Han Zhan: "Huh?"
He walked over, reached out and snatched Song Ci's cell phone, and looked down, she really took a picture of him.
Good-looking people are eye-catching in any photo, not to mention that Han Zhan is tall and his body proportions are comparable to a supermodel. Song Ci's photography skills are good. Han Zhan in her lens is handsome and charming.
Han Zhan hadn't taken such a life-like photo for a long time, and he was a little dazed looking at it for a while. So in Song Ci's eyes, is he like this
"What do you shoot me for?"
Song Ci snatched back the phone and asked Han Zhan politely, "Can I post you on my Weibo?"
Han Zhan: "Aren't you afraid that your male fans will be sad?" Because of Li Li's talkativeness, Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was a big V on Weibo, with more than two million fans, as many male fans as female fans.
Song Ci said indifferently: "What are you afraid of? I've already caught the richest man who looks forward to the future of Dongcheng, so I don't care what other people think?"
Hearing these straightforward words, Han Zhan was surprised. Song Ci knew what Han Zhan was thinking, and she said, "I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart, and I'm just so realistic. You said last night that I don't have to say those hypocritical things."
"Yes." Han Zhan was not angry, but instead patted Song Ci on the head and said to her, "Very well, just be yourself."
Song Ci held Han Zhan's arm, and she raised her eyes to meet Han Zhan's tolerant eyes, and suddenly felt a throbbing in her heart. "Han Zhan, you are so kind. If I really fall in love with you, I won't leave you in a year. What should I do?"
Han Zhan thought for a while and said, "I'm a luxury item, so it depends on whether you have the ability to get me."
Song Ci glanced at her mouth, "Look at you, I am a customer who often shop for luxury goods." Feeling that this is wrong, Song Ci was silent for a while, and whispered: "Why is it so like shopping in a brothel?"
Han Zhan frowned, wanting to hit someone.
off topic
Article 1 of Hanju Household Rules and Regulations—
[Early to bed and early to rise, stay at night no later than ten o'clock, and get up early no later than half past six.]
On the first night when Song Ci took off the neck collar, the sleeping time was delayed to half past twelve.
On the second night, the overnight stay time is half past twelve.
On the third night, the overnight stay time is 12:40
Later, the modified version 2.0 of Hanjujia’s rules and regulations was released—
[For the sake of a harmonious life between husband and wife, Han Baobao will come soon, so that he will not be tired or sleep at night, and will not wake up in the morning.]
(end of this chapter)