Chapter 70

Yan Jiang shook his head and said, "I went to see it two years ago, and it didn't work."

Looking at Song Fei's sleeping face gently, Yan Jiang said to song porcelain, "sometimes I stare at her. There is always a kind of illusion that she will open her eyes to see me in the next second. Song song, do you feel this way? "

Song porcelain looks at Song Fei's face, which is as white and ruddy as a healthy girl. She laughs bitterly and her mouth is bitter. "Why not? For so many years, every day I think my sister will wake up tomorrow. I have been looking forward to this for more than 2000 times, and I have been disappointed for more than 2000 times. "

Holding Song Fei's hand, song porcelain pastes her cheek in Song Fei's palm. She rubs, full of attachment and coquetry. "Ah Jiang, it's cruel to wait for a person to wake up. She gives you expectations at the same time, but also gives you disappointment, repeatedly, sooner or later people collapse

Song porcelain looked at Yan Jiang with hesitation and wanted to say that he should not have too much hope.

Yan Jiang laughed. "I think it's good, even if I've been disappointed for thousands of times, but I hope it's always there." He dynasty song porcelain indifferent smile, smile there is a kind of called song porcelain startled persistent. "I'll wait for her to wake up. I haven't spoken to her yet."

Song porcelain didn't know how to answer. "You are stubborn!"

When it was dark in Yanjiang, song porcelain got up and left. She went home with her front foot and Han Zhan with her back foot. Song porcelain heard the sound of opening the door behind her. She looked back in amazement.

Seeing Han Zhan carrying a briefcase to work, song porcelain was more or less surprised. "Han Ge, don't work overtime tonight?"

"No Not much, if any, Han Cham is close to the Song Dynasty porcelain, and smells a perfume of men's fragrance. Thinking of the push content about song porcelain and Yan Jiang being secretly photographed on his mobile phone in the afternoon, Han Zhan is a little depressed. "Did you go to see Yanjiang this afternoon?"

"How do you know?" Song porcelain looked suspiciously at Han Zhan and guessed, "brother long gave you a little report?"

Han Zhan shakes his head. "It's not him."

He poured himself a large glass of water, drank it, and then put down the glass heavily. Han Zhan said, "a reporter has taken a picture of you and Yan Jiang going in and out of his house together." Han Zhan has a deep memory of Yan Jiang. At Song porcelain's birthday party, they both showed extraordinary intimacy.

Han Zhan looked back at the Song Dynasty porcelain, but saw the song porcelain pouting its mouth in Tucao: "how can these paparazzi make complaints about them?"

Hearing her mumble, Han Zhan's depressed mood suddenly improved. "What's the relationship between you and Yanjiang?" As the legal husband of Song Dynasty porcelain, Han Zhan has the right to ask this question.

Song porcelain also did not hide Han Zhan, frankly told him: "when we were children, we were neighbors."

Han Zhan is still a neighbor, a childhood sweetheart, a good match for age and appearance...

Han Zhan didn't react very much. He just poured himself a glass of water or ice water.

"Good relationship?" Under the ice water, or fire.

Song porcelain nodded, "yes, ah Jiang is four years older than me. He was always bullied when he was a child, so his personality is relatively silent and people have some inferiority complex. At that time, in our whole community, I was the only one who would play with him

Han Zhan said, "then you are very special to him."

Song porcelain didn't recognize the sour smell in Han Zhan's words. She stood in the living room and shook her head, "what's special? I don't see him like me any more. He likes my sister. I can't see that such a timid boy dares to like my sister. "

Han Zhan is a little surprised, tone becomes light and brisk, "Yan Jiang likes Song Fei?"

"Yes." Seeing Han Zhan rarely interested in the people around him, song porcelain came to the station next to Han Zhan, and she told Han Zhan: "in the earthquake eight years ago, it was Yan Jiang who did not eat or drink for three days and raced against the clock to dig out my sister."

"In my last life, Yanjiang never forgot my sister until I died. I went to his house today to see my sister. Yan Jiang is such a man. Although he has a big radish face, he is a rare kind of infatuation. "

Han Zhan smile, he said: "very good." There's nothing wrong with being infatuated.

"Yes, you think Yanjiang is very good."

"Well."

Song porcelain looked at Han Zhan's empty cup and asked, "are you so thirsty? I've seen you drink two glasses of water." Touch Han Zhan's cup and find it very cold. "Your ice water?"

"Not thirsty." Not only was he not thirsty, but his stomach would be filled with two glasses of ice water.

Smell speech, song porcelain expression is a little strange. Where is her brother Han who pays attention to health? "Don't drink your medlar health tea?"

What kind of health tea to drink, drink vinegar to drink up. Han Zhan looked at Song porcelain with complicated expression. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "you are indeed a trouble."

Song porcelain is a bit dull. What did she do wrong?

"What do you have for the evening?" Song porcelain rolled up his sleeves and put on an appearance of preparing to cook.

Han Zhan: "take it out."

Song porcelain said, "let's do it together." Han's sexy way of cooking.

"No, I still have work to deal with. Take out saves time." After Han Zhan finished, he heard song porcelain ask, "is there still work? What do you do after work so earlyHan Zhan has a suspicious silence.

Song porcelain looked at his silent face and realized something. The corner of his mouth rose uncontrollably. "I said brother Han, you should not have seen the news and ran back specially?"

Han Zhan, with a straight face and without saying a word, strides across the Song Dynasty porcelain to the living room and goes upstairs with the computer.

Song porcelain stood there shaking his head and laughing.

This sultry, even can be jealous.

The dinner was finally made by song porcelain. She thought the takeout was too greasy, and she was afraid of meat.

"Han Ge, eat!"

When he heard song porcelain calling for dinner, Han Zhan thought that song porcelain was making a diet again. Quite surprised, he came down to the first floor and set up a good soup.

Song porcelain made a laver shrimp egg soup, a steamed shrimp, a celery meat slices, and a plate of broccoli. Han Zhan is a man who loves to eat meat. In his opinion, this kind of food is a little light, but his little wife is afraid of being fat, so she is willing to stir fry meat for him, which is a great love.

Song porcelain said to him: "I don't know what you like to eat, just make some."

"I like them all," Han said

It was the first time that a woman cooked for him.

Song porcelain laughed.

The cooking skills of song porcelain are really ordinary, the taste is light, but not bad. Han Zhan ate three bowls of rice, put down his chopsticks, and was about to clean up the dishes and chopsticks when he heard song porcelain say, "you clean up first, and then come upstairs to find me."

Han Zhan folded the bowls together, held the dishes and chopsticks, and asked without raising his head: "what do you want to do?"

"I'll see in a moment." Song porcelain turned and ran upstairs.

Han Zhan cleaned up the table, put the dishes, pots and pans into the dishwasher, and cleaned up the stove, then took off his gloves and went upstairs. Han Zhan finds song porcelain in his study. Song porcelain holds a piece of paper in his hand. He doesn't know what he is doing.

Han Zhan stood still at the door, looking at the scene in front of him.

The tall and slender song porcelain, wearing a dress, was sitting cross legged in his pure black leather chair, looking very white and small. Han Zhan's heart suddenly burst into fever. He liked the appearance of song porcelain in his territory.

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