Song Ci was a little surprised.
Song Ci: [discharged? what did the doctor say?]
Mu Qiu: [What can the doctor do? Living in a hospital is useless without a suitable heart. After staying in the hospital for more than a month, I was almost moldy, so I wanted to go out and have a look.]
Song Ci: [Did father and mother agree?]
Mu Qiu: [It's all come to this point, what's the use if they agree or not?]
Song Ci didn't know how to persuade Mu Qiu.
From her standpoint, she actually agrees with Mu Qiu's approach. Knowing that I am going to die, instead of living in the hospital and waiting for death, it is better to leave the hospital and do what I want to do, and I can do one thing.
Mu Qiu said again: [Sister, when do you plan to get married?]
Mu Qiu stood in front of the window of the ward, looking at the talking and laughing young people on the hospital playground downstairs, her expression was a bit lonely. Mu Qiu pushed open the window to let the hot wind blow in. Despite the heat wave, she felt the power of life.
The phone vibrated, Mu Qiu lowered his head, and saw Song Ci's reply.
Song Ci: [It hasn't been decided yet, what's the matter?]
Mu Qiu rubbed his eyes, resisting the urge to cry. She tapped the next paragraph lightly and sent it.
Mu Qiu: [I want to be your bridesmaid and accompany you into the marriage hall.]
Song Ci looked at this text message and hesitated, but in the end she replied with a good word. "
After the meal, Han Zhan took Song Ci back to his office.
There is a small bed in Han Zhan's office, 1.35 meters wide. Song Ci lies on it and takes a nap by himself, with a thin blanket covering his legs. Han Zhan didn't sleep, he sat on the sofa and read documents.
Song Ci heard the sound of paper flipping, and she suddenly asked, "Shall we have a wedding?"
Han Zhan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Of course. How can a couple not hold a wedding?"
Song Ci subconsciously said: "But in a year's time, we will be divorced, and it will not end well then."
The smile on Han Zhan's face suddenly disappeared. He looked away from the document and looked at Song Ci. Song Ci still had her eyes closed, unaware that Han Zhan had raised his head, and was staring at her with an unfathomable gaze.
Song Ci didn't hear the sound, and thought that Han Zhan was fascinated by reading the documents, so he didn't speak.
Han Zhan put the documents on the small coffee table aside, he got up and walked to the bed, looking down at Song Ci condescendingly. Song Ci finally noticed something was wrong. She opened her eyes, and her eyes collided with Han Zhan's deep eyes.
Surprised, Song Ci was a little apprehensive, "Han Zhan"
Han Zhan asked her suddenly: "When will your period end?"
Song Ci was taken aback.
Her complexion changed slightly, and she replied, "It ended the night before yesterday." She had her period on the 15th, and it would usually end after five days. After answering, Song Ci was a little uneasy. She had a premonition that what Han Zhan was about to say next was not a good thing.
Han Zhan nodded and said calmly, "Tomorrow night, make time."
They were all adults, how could Song Ci not understand what Han Zhan wanted her to spare time for. There was no smile on her face, and she couldn't smile. Han Zhan really wanted to do something, not to mention she was wearing a neck brace, even if she was wearing a ventilator, Han Zhan could still do it.
This Han Zhan is a bit ruthless.
"Okay." Song Ci had no right to refuse.
Han Zhan suddenly said: "We have to change the content of the transaction."
Song Ci asked confusedly, "Where to change?"
Han Zhan said: "The one-year period is void."
Song Ci raised her head suddenly, but heard Han Zhan say again: "Conceived in October, the chance of conceiving a child within two months is not high. In this way, when the child is born, the contract will be considered over."
This proposal was reasonable, but Song Ci felt a little bored in his heart.
She can only agree. "good."
After she finished saying this good word, Han Zhan's face seemed even uglier.
Song Ci didn't know why Han Zhan was unhappy, but she also felt bad and couldn't say why. Song Ci couldn't fall asleep anymore, so she sat up from the bed and said to Han Zhan, "You still have to work in the afternoon, so I won't bother you, I'll go back first."
Han Zhan watched her stand up, put on her high heels, like a proud princess, try to straighten her back, and walk towards the door of the room calmly.
Han Zhan tugged on his tie and suddenly called her to a halt. "Song porcelain."
Song Ci stopped, but didn't look back.
Looking at her thin and stubborn back, Han Zhan said, "I will ask someone to choose an auspicious day suitable for getting married. You can arrange the wedding according to your preferences. You can invite whoever you want."
With her back to Han Zhan, Song Ci laughed at herself, then turned her head and said to Han Zhan with her usual expression, "I don't have many friends to invite, where are you?"
The number one socialite, Song Ci, has a wide range of friends, and she can bump into several acquaintances when she goes to any high-end restaurant. But she said she didn't have many friends to invite
Are there no friends to invite, or do you not want them to come? If the latter, then why not want them to come
Han Zhan subconsciously glanced at his right hand. Song Ci is so young, beautiful and popular. If she had no choice, why would she marry a disabled person
Han Zhan felt particularly uncomfortable. Hiding his emotions well, Han Zhan told Song Ci: "My family, I will invite you, you don't have to worry about it."
"good."
After Song Ci left, Han Zhan stared at the sheets Song Ci slept on, showing a puzzled and hurt expression. Is he not good enough? Why is she always thinking about the divorce a year later? Obviously yesterday, she also said that he was very good and she couldn't bear to leave him.
Lying down in the same clothes where Song Ci had been lying, Han Zhan raised his right hand and put it in front of him. He remembered some dusty past many years ago——
"Ah Zhan, I'm going to change jobs and go to a better entertainment company. They promised to make an album for me every year, and they will definitely give me a concert within three years."
He lay on the bed, looked at the glamorous woman, and listened to her talk about her work. He was sincerely happy for her and hoped that she could go further. After hearing that, he happily said to her, "Congratulations."
But the woman couldn't laugh. She looked at the man on the bed, her eyes turned red.
Her eyes were full of reluctance, pity, pain, and ruthlessness.
That look made Han Zhan uneasy.
"The new company contract is a bit harsh. They require me not to be in a relationship for five years and not to get married for eight years." After speaking, the woman shed tears.
Under his unbelievable gaze, she cried bitterly and said, "Ah Zhan, let's break up."
After his finger was amputated and the wound was still bloody, his lover, who had known him for seven years and been in love for five years, broke up with him without warning.
Just because he broke two fingers, ruined his future!
Han Zhan took off his gloves, took off his fake fingers, and looked at the scars left by the amputation on the base of his fingers, with a dejected expression on his face.
He suddenly woke up.
He is 32 years old and he is disabled. Song Ci has clearly said that she married him only because he can bring her strong backing. There is no emotion between them.
If it wasn't for his identity, how could Song Ci like him
It's him, the toad doesn't have the self-consciousness to be a toad.
Han Zhan shook his head and laughed.
(end of this chapter)