Thinking of something, Song Ci checked both the violin and the recording microphone, and sure enough, everything had the word 'Porcelain Treasure' on it.
Song Ci caressed the strings on the violin, feeling warm inside.
She tuned the violin and couldn't help but play a piece casually.
It was a brisk tune.
After Song Ci finished pulling, she looked up, and saw Han Zhan had finished taking a shower at some point, leaning on the piano, drinking tea with a glass in his hand. What is soaked in the teacup is fat sea.
Health guru.
Song Ci held the violin and asked Han Zhan: "Did you spend a lot of money?" Song Ci knew that this royal blue piano was a limited edition specially customized by Steinway pianos to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the Steinway family Boston piano. There are only 20 in the world.
This is not a piano, this is a work of art.
The price of getting this piano is definitely not low.
Han Zhan said: "Reciprocity, this is my wedding present for you." She gave him a tie, and he gave her a set of top-notch musical instruments.
"Then I'll make a lot of money." Song Ci had no intention of rejecting Han Zhan, she accepted the gift.
"Hey." Song Ci suddenly sighed.
"Why are you sighing?" Han Zhan asked her.
Song Ci was a little reconciled, "I really want to show off my wealth, but I'm afraid of revealing your identity."
Han Zhan reached out and rubbed her head. "Not trying the piano?"
Song Ci immediately regained her energy. She hung the violin on the wall, went to sit in front of the piano, and said to Han Zhan, "Come on Brother Han, I'll play and you sing."
Han Zhan sat down with a silent expression.
Song Ci asked him: "What songs can you sing?"
Han Zhan hesitated and said, "March of the Volunteers."
Song Ci's expression was stunned, then she smiled brightly and said dog-leggedly: "The national anthem is good, the national anthem is inspiring."
So, Song Ci played a March of the Volunteers, and Han Zhan sang sonorously in his deep voice, just like singing in the army.
After playing the song, Song Ci suddenly shook her phone and said to Han Zhan, "I'm recording."
"Give it to me." Han Zhan wanted to grab the phone, but Song Ci would not return it. She got up quickly, without her slippers on, and strode to the sofa to sit down.
Song Ci quickly opened Weibo and said while uploading: "In a while, it will be the National Day. Let's sing the national anthem in advance to wish the motherland prosperity and prosperity, and the country's prosperity and people's safety."
Han Zhan followed and walked over. After hearing this, he stopped snatching her mobile phone, turned around, walked back to the sofa and sat down.
Song Ci posted on Weibo, "It's done."
On Song Ci's Weibo, fans' comments were very interesting. Some praised Han Zhan as a straight man of steel, and some praised him for his nice voice.
"Brother Han, some people say that you have a male voice and are suitable to be an anchor."
Song Ci didn't hear Han Zhan's answer, so she put down her phone and turned to stare at Han Zhan. Han Zhan was sitting on the sofa, eating the dried sweet potatoes that his grandfather sent him, while watching the international news on TV.
While swallowing, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down.
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's sexy collarbone, and thought of the low and magnetic sigh of satisfaction from his mouth when he had his Adam's apple on top of her head yesterday afternoon, so she couldn't help swallowing.
The thought was too exciting, Song Ci suddenly got up and walked to the kitchen, walking a little fast.
Han Zhan looked away from the TV and followed Song Ci's back to the kitchen. When he saw her pouring a glass of ice water, his expression sank.
Leaving aside the dried sweet potatoes, Han Zhan got up and walked to the kitchen, taking the ice water from Song Ci's hand. "How many times have I said it, drink less ice water." He poured the ice water into the pool.
With his palm empty, Song Ci turned around helplessly. She stared at the empty glass in Han Zhan's hand with a complicated expression, "I'm a little hot."
Han Zhan: "24 degrees, why are you hot?" Is it easy to fool him when he is a fool
Song Ci can't tell Han Zhan that when I see you and think of something, I feel hot all over.
Staring at Han Zhan, Song Ci cursed in a low voice, "It's all your fault!" Stamping his feet, Song Ci ran upstairs angrily. Sure enough, he is an old man, the heat can only be the body heat, can't the heart be hot
Staring at Song Ci's twisting buttocks, Han Zhan was at a loss. Why blame him? Unable to understand where he had offended Song Ci, Han Zhan followed him upstairs, wanting to find out.
Song Ci was already taking a shower, and there was a neck collar that she had temporarily removed on the corner of the bed. Song Ci had just turned on the shower, and the heat hadn't dissipated yet. Han Zhan could see Song Ci's every move inside the translucent glass wall.
He turned his back and waited quietly.
Song Ci took a quick shower this time. After the shower, she came out with only a bath towel wrapped around her. Opening the door, Song Ci was startled when he saw Han Zhan suddenly. She patted her chest and asked angrily, "What are you doing here?"
Han Zhan turned around and asked humbly, "Are you angry?"
Song Ci: "No."
Han Zhan: "But your expression tells me that you are angry."
Song Ci simply broke the pot, and she said: "Yes, I am angry. I received the gift you gave me, and I was very excited. I saw you sitting next to me, looking well-dressed, and I I just want to sleep with you."
"I blame you, I blame your man for being so charming, but you don't know it!" Song Ci took off the towel wrapped in wet hair, threw it into the arms of Han Zhan with a surprised expression, and asked him angrily: "Hear that?" Are you satisfied with my explanation?"
Song Ci held his breath and spoke for a long time. After speaking, he gasped a little hard, and his collarbone and neck moved accordingly. And because of shame, her cheeks flushed red, like a chubby puffer fish.
Holding the wet turban, Han Zhan suddenly realized, "Oh, so what you want is not ice water, but me."
Han Zhan summed it up very accurately.
Song Ci: "You were the representative of the Chinese class when you were studying? You can sum up like this." Her cheeks became hotter, and she simply ignored Han Zhan, going over him to get the neck brace.
When passing by, Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci's hand.
Song Ci stared, "What are you doing?"
Han Zhan looked down at her with a calm expression, but said, "To be honest, I thought about it when you played the piano before. I was afraid that you would think I was a pervert, so I didn't mention it."
When he saw the actual sapphire blue piano, he thought about what a breathtaking picture it would be if the fair-skinned Song porcelain lay on it. Just thinking about it like that made Han Zhan no longer want to be a human being.
Just want to be a beast.
Song Ci was startled slightly.
She stared at Han Zhan's pretending to be calm, was silent for a moment, and then said with a sneer, "It really is a pervert." Feeling that it was not enough to relieve her anger, she added another knife: "Old pervert."
Abnormal is really abnormal, old is really old.
Being attacked again, Han Zhan was a little helpless. He picked up the neck collar and put it on Song Ci himself. Song Ci stood obediently and cooperated with him without being stubborn. She recalled what she said to scold Han Zhan just now, and the more she thought about it, the more wrong it became.
Han Zhan is an old pervert, so what is she
Song Ci was a little embarrassed.
After putting on the neck brace, Han Zhan didn't take back his hand. With his left hand, he gently stroked Song Ci's collarbone. Song Ci's neck is actually very beautiful, with graceful lines, and the space between the collarbone and the neck is very sexy when you look up. Han Zhan had never left his mark in that place.
Han Zhan suddenly asked Song Ci, "When can I take off the collar?"
Q: What do you do when you remove the neck brace
(end of this chapter)