Chapter 262: My home is your home, I will be your family (1 more)

"It's called, kill the chicken and the monkey!"
After listening to Han Zhan's opinion, Song Ci had nothing to say for a while.
When it comes to playing with people, where is Song Ci's opponent to Han Zhan. How can Han Zhan not think of the questions she can think of?
Song Ci suddenly felt that he was worrying too much.
Han Zhan shook Song Ci's hand and acted greasyly with her, "Madam, you care about me so much, so happy for your husband."
Song Ci disliked the numbness and wanted to pull his hand out.
But Han Zhan pinched her tighter, and said, "Don't move, my wound hurts."
Although Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was playing a bitter trick, she was still reluctant to move.
When they got home, the daughters were already asleep. When sleeping, Han Jun was still pulling Song Ci's pajamas. Grandpa said that before falling asleep every day, Han Jun had to pinch Song Ci's clothes before going to sleep.
This pajama is also the one worn the most times in Song Ci's confinement period. I don't know if Han Jun likes his mother too much, or misses the smell of milk.
Song Ci took the clothes out of Han Jun's arms, tidied the nightgowns of their sisters, and put them on small pillows. Song Ci sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping faces of the children, and wanted to kiss and rub.
It's so cute, I don't get tired of it.
Han Zhan leaned against the door, knowing that Song Ci would probably stay in his daughter's room tonight, so he quickly turned off the light.
As the room darkened, Song Ci turned around and stared at Han Zhan, "Can't you let me look at them again?"
The children can't speak yet, it's the cutest and cutest time. When they can walk and talk, there will be two little beasts that tear down the house every day, not cute at all.
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you go back to the room and let me take a good look at you?"
The old driver Song Ci reddened his eyes. "You... don't say that in front of the child."
"It's okay, they are asleep."
Han Zhan strode in, put an arm around Song Ci's waist, and led her out of the nursery.
The two people's room was on the same floor as the baby room, separated by a corridor. Back to his room, Han Zhan said, "Come on, porcelain treasure, I will help you remove your makeup."
It may be that Song Ci was almost lost. After returning from Italy, Han Zhan became extraordinarily noisy. He likes to soak Song Porcelain in the bathtub and take a bath for Song Porcelain by himself.
He can only watch and can't eat it now. Bathing Song Ci is obviously a torment, but he still likes it.
Han Zhan took off Song Ci's long skirt, and the long skirt fell off, revealing her good figure that she feels perfect everywhere. Han Zhan's head was hot, and he almost had the impulse to do it himself.
Han Zhan forced himself to turn his head and look away.
He calmed down, and then continued his actions.
Song porcelain is like a peeled egg, smooth and smooth. She soaked in the bathtub, put her head on the pillow, and snorted comfortably.
Han Zhan took the makeup remover cream and heard the movement made by Song Ci, his expression became cold, and he solemnly taught her, "Don't hum."
Song Ci opened his eyes and looked at him.
Song Ci's snort just now aroused Han Zhan's bad thoughts, his pants couldn't hide his reaction.
Song Ci wanted to tease Han Zhan very much, but he was afraid that Han Zhan couldn't hold back and hurt his own body in the end.
Song Ci held back.
Han Zhan rubbed and emulsified the cleansing cream, and carefully applied it to every part of Song Ci's face, gently kneading it. Song Ci closed his eyes, not to mention how comfortable.
Suddenly, Han Zhan asked: "Are you going to Beijing naively?"
Song Ci gave a hum.
"I will let Long Yu accompany you."
"it is good."
After washing away the traces of cosmetics left on Song Ci's face, Han Zhan took another facial cleanser and washed Song Ci carefully.
After washing his face, Han Zhan stroked Song Ci's white and delicate face. He stared at Song Ci's face for a while, and suddenly said, "Porcelain Bao, I am sorry about Rain, but I don't have a more perfect way."
If Han Zhan was given another chance to choose, he would still do it.
Maybe to Song Ci, Rain is like a child. But for Han Zhan, Rain is a tool man, a tool man who exists for Edward.
Han Zhan was cold-blooded in nature.
Speaking of Rain, the charming atmosphere in the bathroom has gradually become silent and solemn.
Song Ci opened his eyes now.
She also saw the sincere apology in Han Zhan's eyes.
Song Ci said: "Rain is very pure and kind, a good boy. I have never seen a child more innocent than her. You don't know that Rain was very rebellious against Edward on the boat that night. But Edward hit me. Gun, Rain was afraid of my death, so she gave in."
"Han Zhan, you don't know how desperate I was at that time. I could only fall to the ground and watch her being bullied by Edward's brute! At that time I swear, when Edward is slaughtered, I will love Rain well. ."
"But she..."
Song Ci closed her eyes, tears ran across her face.
In her mind, a tragic picture of Rain blocking the muzzle with her body and taking the initiative to shoot all bullets into her body, fighting for Song Ci's chance of escape.
Rain was so afraid of pain, but when he died, he suffered so many bullets.
Rain will be a knot in Song Ci's heart, and he will never let it go for a lifetime.
After taking a bath, Han Zhan wrapped Song Ci in a bath towel and put her on the bed to lie down. "You go to bed first, and I will come to accompany you after taking a shower."
"Ok."
It took Han Zhan more than ten minutes to take a shower. He dried his body, put on pajamas, uncovered the quilt and lay down.
As soon as Han Zhan lay down, Song Ci suddenly rolled over and hugged his waist, carefully avoiding his injured place perfectly.
Han Zhan was a little surprised when he was suddenly hugged. "What's wrong, porcelain treasure?"
Song Ci posted it, with her head buried behind Han Zhan's neck, her voice sounded dull, "Han Zhan, don't blame yourself too much, I don't blame you."
Who can blame it, if Edward hadn't asked Oriana to clone Jiang Shigure, then Rain would not have been born.
The root of everything is to blame Edward.
Han Zhan's heart was finally let go.
"That's good."
He held the hands around his waist and told Song Ci: "You must have been to Beijing many times, but you still have to pay attention to safety, buy whatever you want, eat whatever you want, or stay a few more days..."
"But don't stay too long." Han Zhan tapped a finger on the back of Song Ci's hand. He said, "I will miss you at home with my children."
"Got it."
Sleep well all night.
The next day, Song Ci left home alone to taste the food in Wangdongcheng. While eating, she gently stroked the bottle pendant on her neck with her hand. No one knew that the bottle contained the ashes of a little girl.
The next day, Song Ci kissed the children goodbye early in the morning, ate something at random, and went to the airport with Long Yu and flew to Beijing.
This season, the north has already begun to get cold.
Today is a rare good weather, the sky is clear blue, and the visibility is very far.
Song Ci did not go to Badaling, which is crowded with people, but chose the Jiankou Great Wall with few tourists and steep terrain. This is an undeveloped section of the Great Wall. Because of its danger, organized tours are prohibited.
Climbing to the top of a cliff, Song Ci and Long Yu stood at the highest point, looking at the mountains in the distance. The leaves have already fallen, which makes the Great Wall even more vicissitudes of life.
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