In the morning, Han Zhan went to play golf with some big guys. When it was time for dinner, Han Zhan went home early on the grounds of a business trip, and had lunch with Song Ci.
Song Ci had already packed his luggage for him in the morning, and there were two big boxes. She is very good at organizing luggage. The work suit and the banquet suit are packed separately, and the cufflinks, collar pins, and watch ties are all matched.
Looking at the packed suitcase, Han Zhan felt reluctant for the first time. Seeing Han Zhan looking at the suitcase, Song Ci frowned and said nothing. She couldn't bear to remind Han Zhan, "Brother Han, you should go to the airport now. If you don't leave, the flight might be delayed."
This business trip will involve traveling to many countries, and the procedures for applying for foreign route approval for private jets are cumbersome. In order to save costs and time, Han Zhan will take a Zeus Airlines commercial flight with his colleagues this time.
If you miss the time, you can only wait for the next trip.
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, and suddenly said, "Do you want it?" He just started, and Han Zhan fell silent again. Will it be too sticky to take my wife with me on a business trip
Song Ci: "Huh?" Song Ci's eyes lighted up slightly, and she asked Han Zhan, "Do you want to ask me if you want me to bring a gift back?"
Han Zhan: "Yes."
Song Ci shrugged, "I don't lack anything, but I like everything that Brother Han gave me."
Han Zhan: "OK."
Thinking of what happened to Li Li, Han Zhan told Song Ci: "By the way, Li Li's mother is going to have an operation tomorrow morning. It is uterine fibroids, and the uterus needs to be removed."
Hearing this, Song Ci hurriedly said: "How about this, I will go to the hospital for you tomorrow, and accompany Li Li to watch over Auntie until Auntie wakes up."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Han Zhan always felt that there was something he forgot to say. He stared at Song Ci's face, and the two remained silent. After a long while, Han Zhan said: "Don't steal ice cream, and don't drink ice water, drink more warm water, and dry your hair before going to bed at night."
Song Ci just wanted to roll her eyes when she heard this, and sincerely suggested, "Brother Han, are you so worried about me? Would you like to cast a spell on me to turn me into a keychain pendant, and hang me on your belt wherever you go?" .”
Han Zhan smiled.
He just closed his mouth, thought for a while, and then reached out and touched the end of Song Ci's eyes, his movements were very gentle. "I just want to say, I really miss you."
Song Ci, who was eloquent and eloquent just now, suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "Well, I, I am also reluctant." But immediately, a smile appeared on Song Ci's face. She clenched her fists at Han Zhan and encouraged: "Come on, work hard, make more money, and earn enough milk powder and diapers for your children." money."
Han Zhan felt infinitely melancholy, she doesn't love me, what she loves is my handsome skin and ability to make money
Han Zhan finally went to the airport alone. "
After sending Han Zhan away, Song Ci asked Long Yu to drive her back to Mu's house.
The current relationship between Song Ci and the Mu family is very embarrassing. She is still the adopted daughter of the Mu family in name, but Mu Mian has already kicked Song Ci out of the family. Song Ci made a calculation. In the past eight years, the Mu family paid five or six million yuan to cultivate her. Including Song Fei's medical expenses, the total would be fifteen million.
Song Ci thought about earning a sum of money as soon as possible, and paying back the money the Mu family spent on their sisters over the years as soon as possible. After returning the money to the Mu family, Song Ci can have a clear conscience.
Hearing that Song Ci was coming, Mu Qiu, who was packing things in his room, asked Aunt Zhang to directly inform Song Ci to come upstairs.
Song Ci came to the second floor and knocked on Mu Qiu's room.
"Come in, sister." Mu Qiu's voice seemed to be very cheerful, with a sense of lightness.
Song Ci pushed open the door and glanced into the room. The layout of Mu Qiu's room is similar to that of Song Ci's room, but the wall covering of the room is light blue, which looks quiet and elegant. Mu Qiu changed clothes in the cloakroom, Song Ci waited for a while before seeing her come out.
Seeing Mu Qiu's attire, Song Ci felt a little out of harmony. Mu Qiu wore a motorcycle-style white T-shirt, paired with a pair of tight denim shorts, and his long hair was tied into a high ponytail. She was holding a pair of lace-up Roman sandals in her hand, smiling mischievously, and asked Song Ci, "Do these shoes go with this outfit?"
Mu Qiu usually dresses very ladylike and well-behaved, this is the first time Song Ci has seen such a cool style on her.
"It's more appropriate to change to a pair of skate shoes."
"Listen to you." Mu Qiu turned his head and went into the cloakroom, and after a while, stepped on a pair of flat canvas sneakers and walked out.
Sitting on her bed, Song Ci noticed that there was a piece of white A4 paper on the bedside table, with the words "Wish List" written on the top of the paper. Song Ci asked Mu Qiu, "Can I have a look at this thing?"
Mu Qiu pressed the paper on Song Ci's chest and said, "This is my bucket list, I'll share it with you."
Suddenly, his chest was slapped. Thinking of some unpleasant memory, Song Ci's body stiffened slightly. She lowered her head slowly, looking at the hand holding the wish list on her chest, as if she had returned to the scene before her death in her previous life. On that day, the 30-year-old Mu Qiu was just like now, gently pressing Song Ci's chest, and innocently asked Song Ci if he could give her his heart.
Song Ci felt chills all over, his muscles gradually tensed, and the smile on his face couldn't hold back.
Seeing that Song Ci's expression was wrong, Mu Qiu thought that Song Ci was feeling sorry for her illness, and she comforted Song Ci instead: "Don't put on such an expression, I'm not dead yet, besides, death is not that scary."
Song Ci hummed, and then opened the wish list, and saw that it said—
list of last wish:
1. Riding a locomotive once;
2. to attend a funeral;
3. Help five poor children to study;
4. Tell the truth with a person;
5. Meet my idol Du Xueyan;
6. Choose a suitable cemetery for yourself;
7. Wear a wedding dress once and take a wedding photo of a person;
8. Sleep with a handsome single man.
Song Ci felt confused after reading this bucket list. Judging from this wish list, Mu Qiu's heart is pure and good, so what made Mu Qiu later become that evil and sycophantic
Mu Qiu picked up the black and red helmet on the bedside table, picked up the small schoolbag and asked Song Ci: "Sister, do you want to ride a motorcycle with me?"
Song Ci returned the wish list to Mu Qiu and nodded. "good."
Mu Qiu borrowed a cool motorcycle from a friend, and found an old abandoned road to learn how to drive. Mu Qiu only learned the locomotive from his friend for an hour, and after mastering the basics and balance, he started to do it by himself. Fortunately, the road is smooth and there are no sharp turns, so Mu Qiu drove quite happily.
Song Ci went home after having dinner with Mu Qiu all the time.
Li's mother had an operation the next day, and Song Ci arrived at the hospital after seven o'clock. At 8:40, Song Ci and Li Li accompanied Li's mother into the operating room. At the door of the operating room, Li's mother held Li Li's hand tightly and took a deep look at Li Li.
People have a natural fear of surgery. Li's mother was afraid that once she went in, she would never be able to open her eyes again, so she wanted to deeply engrave the child's face in her mind.
Li Li didn't understand his mother's fear, he stroked his mother's white hair, choked up and said, "I'll wait for you to come out, Mom."
Only then did Mother Li let go of her hand, and was pushed into the operating room by the nurse.
(end of this chapter)