Han Zhan is too tall, and at nearly 1.9 meters tall, he was very aggrieved when he bent down to change clothes.
The carriage was cramped, and Han Zhan's hands and feet would always touch Song Ci during his actions. The two met again after being separated for a week. There was a feeling of sweetness like a new marriage. When Han Zhan touched Song Ci with his elbow, both of them were silent for a while.
After changing his clothes, Han Zhan turned his head and found that Song Ci's eyes were looking down, and he didn't know what he was looking at
"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Being looked at by Song Ci like that, Han Zhan wanted to be a beast.
Song Ci also knew that she was provoking on purpose, she touched her nose, turned and looked out the window, counting the traces of rain on the glass window.
After a long time, the car finally stopped. The drowsy Song Ci heard Han Zhan talking to the driver, opened his eyes and looked out the window, only to find that the car had parked in the underground garage downstairs.
Song Ci got out of the car and walked to Han Zhan's side.
Han Zhan thanked the driver, pulled a suitcase in each hand, and entered the elevator with Song Ci. After entering the elevator, Song Ci was about to act like a baby to Han Zhan, but someone came in.
The person who came was a young boy, who looked like a high school student, wearing a yellow jersey and holding a basketball in his hand. He should have recognized Song Ci. After entering the elevator, he couldn't help but glance at her.
Song Ci was very conscious, knowing that the young man was looking at her, she suddenly hugged Han Zhan's arm, coughed lightly, and said to the young man, "Little brother, don't worry about me, it won't work."
The boy was red-faced, and when he reached the ninth floor, he quickly got out like a turtle. As soon as he left, Han Zhan smiled. "You even bully children."
"How small?" Song Ci was unconvinced, and argued: "He is at most four or five years younger than me."
Han Zhan said: "Four or five years younger than you, isn't that a child?"
Song Ci suddenly smiled.
Han Zhan didn't understand what she was laughing at. "why are you laughing?"
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's deep-eyed face, and said with a sneer, "I'm ten years younger than you, am I not a child too? Interview Mr. Han, if you do adult things with children, don't you feel uneasy? Do you feel inferior to animals?"
A disturbed conscience is worse than a beast. With these two charges on his head, Han Zhan rarely became stupid and lost the power of sophistry.
Seeing Han Zhan deflated, Song Ci felt relieved.
When getting out of the elevator, Song Ci offered to share a suitcase for Han Zhan. The two went home with their luggage. Han Zhan opened the door, and just as he moved the luggage into the entrance, Song Ci hugged him from behind by the waist.
Her long arms were placed on Han Zhan's blue-gray shirt, and the color contrast was very sharp. Song Ci's head kept rubbing against his back. "Brother Han" she only called Brother Han, but the hint was very meaningful.
Han Zhan pulled her hand away very calmly. He turned around, looked down at Song Ci's overly delicate face, and said with a serious face: "Little friend, after hearing your condemnation, I just want to be a person now."
Song Ci was taken aback.
Understanding that Han Zhan was talking about the incident in the elevator, Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This man is so petty.
"Then I beg you to be a beast." Song Ci had no lower limit and took the initiative to admit his mistake. Han Zhan endured and endured, but he couldn't hold back anymore. He leaned his forehead against Song Ci's and whispered to her softly, "Cibao, why are you so unafraid of death?"
Really young, so unscrupulous.
Song Ci was very arrogant, she said, "How will you know if you don't try?"
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows.
OK, just try it.
There was thunder and rain outside the window, and the sky was dark. The room without lights was dark and dangerous, but there was a terrifying magic that attracted people to die.
On the edge of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lightning tore out several terrifying scratches, like old tree roots intertwined and intertwined. A frightening light was printed on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Song Ci subconsciously turned her head to look at the light, but Han Zhan covered her eyes with her hand.
rumbling—
The thunder was astonishing.
Amidst the deafening thunder, Song Ci heard Han Zhan's satisfied hum.
He killed her and brought her back to life.
Song Ci lay limply on the bed, with her head resting on the pure black pillow, and the end of her eyes were red because of crying. Han Zhan was on the phone with someone, his voice was flat and indifferent, completely different from the beast who pestered her to call her brother over and over again.
Song Ci glanced at the things in the trash can, and she was a little confused. Now is the ovulation period, which is a good time to get pregnant. Why does Han Zhan use contraception
Is it because she is ugly and unworthy to give birth to the Han family's baby
Song Ci thought wildly, and the person beside him finally hung up the phone. Seeing that Song Ci was still asleep, Han Zhan asked her if she was not sleepy.
Song Ci shook his head.
"I'm thinking about a question."
"Huh?" Han Zhan's subwoofer was lazy and exciting.
Song Ci turned over and looked at Han Zhan's profile leaning against the head of the bed.
No matter how you look at it, everything is perfect.
"Why is Brother Han surnamed Han?"
As soon as this question was asked, Song Ci saw all the warm colors on Han Zhan's face disappear completely. For a moment, Song Ci felt that the temperature in the house had dropped. She suddenly realized that Han Zhan was actually a very scary person, no one dared to approach him if he didn't deliberately restrain his aura.
Song Ci poked Han Zhan's collarbone cautiously, "Brother Han, don't scare me, you are quite scary like this."
Song Ci's poke seemed to undo the acupuncture points on Han Zhan's body, and Han Zhan finally regained his popularity. He shook his head slightly, not wanting to explain the problem, but also unwilling to deceive Song Ci. "I don't really want to talk about it, I'll tell you later."
Song Ci hurriedly agreed.
Having offended Han Zhan just now, Song Ci didn't dare to talk anymore. She was so terrified that she couldn't sleep.
She was frightened by Han Zhan's appearance just now.
Aware of Song Ci's uneasiness, Han Zhan suddenly held her in his arms. "Don't think too much, sleep."
Song Ci closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Pretending to be pretending, he really fell asleep, and slept so hard that he couldn't wake up. "
When he woke up again, it was already dark, Song Ci opened his eyes, smeared and turned on the light. She wrapped up her nightgown and went downstairs. She saw lights in the meeting room on the second floor. She could hear strangers talking. Occasionally, Han Zhan would chime in.
Song Ci decided to cook first.
She opened the refrigerator, a little embarrassed. During the days when Han Zhan was not at home, she emptied the refrigerator. Song Ci found a root of purple sweet potato, a handful of noodles, and three eggs.
When Han Zhan came downstairs after the video conference and saw the dinner on the table, he immediately frowned and looked gloomy.
Two roasted purple potatoes, a bowl of egg noodles, and two fried eggs, this is dinner
Like Xian Baoer, Song Ci pushed the bowl of shredded egg noodles and a purple potato in front of Han Zhan's seat, and said to him with a smile, "Brother Han, I'll give you all the good things." two eggs.
Han Zhan walked over silently, sat down, glanced at the things on the table, and said, "Give it all to me, it's not enough."
Han Zhan and Song Ci are not brothers and sisters, don’t think about it, don’t engage in German orthopedics
(end of this chapter)