Chapter 87

Han Zhan is too tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall. When he bends down to change his clothes, he is very subdued.

When the carriage is narrow, Han Zhan's hands and feet always meet song porcelain. After a week's separation, they met again. They felt a sweet feeling that a little farewell was better than a new marriage. When Han Zhan touched song porcelain with his elbow, they were both silent.

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 this?" Han zhanting wants to be a brute.

Song porcelain also knew that she was deliberately provoking. She felt her nose, turned to look out of the window, and counted the traces of rain on the window.

After a long time, the car finally stopped. The sleepy song porcelain heard Han Zhan talking to the driver. He opened his eyes and looked out of the window. Only then did he find that the car had stopped in the underground garage downstairs.

Song porcelain got out of the car and went to Han Zhan.

Han Zhan thanks the driver and goes into the elevator with song porcelain, holding a suitcase in each hand. After entering the elevator, song porcelain was trying to play coquetry with Han Zhan, and as a result, someone came in.

The comer was a young boy. He looked like a high school student. He was wearing a yellow shirt and carrying a basketball in his hand. He should have recognized song porcelain. After entering the elevator, he could not help but aim at her.

Song porcelain is a self-conscious person. She knows that the young man is looking at himself. She suddenly hugs Han Zhan's arm, coughs gently and says to the lad, "don't think about me, little brother. It's fruitless."

The young man blushed, arrived at the ninth floor, and quickly went out like a shrinking turtle. As soon as he left, Han Zhan laughed. "You even bully children."

"Where is it small?" Song porcelain was unconvinced and explained: "he is four or five years younger than me at most."

Han Zhan said: "four or five years younger than you, that is not a child?"

Song porcelain suddenly laughed.

Han Zhan couldn't understand what she was laughing at. "What are you laughing at?"

Looking at Han Zhan's deep face, song porcelain sneered and said, "I'm ten years younger than you. Am I not a child? Interview Mr. Han, you don't feel uneasy when you do adult things with children? Don't you think animals are better? "

A bad conscience is worse than an animal. Wearing these two charges on his head, Han Zhan rarely became stupid and lost the power of sophistry.

Song porcelain was in a good mood when he saw Han Zhan's eating shriveled.

When leaving the elevator, song porcelain takes the initiative to help Han Zhan share a suitcase. Han Zhan opened the door and just moved the luggage into the porch, the waist was held by song porcelain from behind.

Her long arms were placed on Han Zhan's green gray shirt, which had a sharp color contrast. Song porcelain's head was rubbing against his back. "Han ge..." she only called Han Ge, but the implication was enough.

Han Zhan calmly opened her hand. He turned around and looked down at Song porcelain's over delicate face. He said solemnly, "children, after listening to your condemnation, I just want to be a person now."

Song porcelain is covered.

Understanding Han Zhan is talking about the elevator, song porcelain can't laugh or cry.

This man is so mean.

"Then I beg you to be a beast." Song porcelain has no lower limit, so it takes the initiative to admit mistakes. Han Zhan tolerated and forbeared, but he couldn't help it. He leaned his forehead against song porcelain's forehead and whispered to her, "porcelain treasure, why are you so afraid of death?"

He was really young, so he was unscrupulous.

Song porcelain is very arrogant, she said: "do not try how to know?"

Han Zhan raises eyebrows.

OK, try it. Try it.

Outside the window, there was thunder, there was rain, the sky was dark, the room without lights was dark and dangerous, but there was a terrible magic that attracted people to die.

Lightning in the landing window on the edge of the city, pulled a few terrible scratch, like the old tree roots intertwined. The shocking light was printed on the French window. Song porcelain subconsciously turned to look at the light, but Han Zhan covered his eyes with his hand.

The sound of thunder is amazing.

In the thunder, song porcelain heard Han Zhan's contented hum.

He made her die and he brought her back to life.

...

Song porcelain was lying on the bed with her head resting on a pure black pillow. Because she had cried, her eyes were red. Han Zhan on the side of the phone with people, the voice line is flat and the tone is cold, and before pestering her to call her brother over and over again is quite different.

Song porcelain glanced at the things in the garbage can. Her eyes were confused. Now is the ovulation period, is a good time to be pregnant, why does Han Zhan want contraception?

Is she ugly, not worthy of giving birth to Han's baby?

Song porcelain thinks wildly, the person next to him finally hangs up the phone. Seeing that song porcelain is not sleeping, Han Zhan asks her if she is not sleepy.

Song porcelain shakes her head.

"I'm thinking about a problem."

"Well?" Han Zhan's subwoofer is lazy and exciting.

Song porcelain turns over and looks at Han Zhan's side face leaning against the head of the bed.

It's perfect everywhere."Why is brother Han surnamed Han?"

As soon as this question was asked, song porcelain saw that all the warm colors on Han Zhan's face had disappeared. For a moment, song porcelain felt the temperature in the house was low. She suddenly realized that Han Zhan is actually a very terrible person. He does not deliberately restrain his momentum, and no one dares to approach him.

Song porcelain carefully poked Han Zhan's clavicular fossa, "brother Han, don't scare me. You're so scary."

The stab of song porcelain is like a solution to the acupoints on Han Zhan's body, and Han Zhan finally regains his popularity. He shook his head slightly. He didn't want to explain the problem, but he didn't want to cheat song porcelain. "I don't really want to say it. I'll tell you later."

Song porcelain is busy saying good.

Han Zhan was upset just now. Song porcelain didn't dare to talk any more. She was so frightened that she couldn't sleep.

She was frightened by Han zhangang's appearance.

Aware of song porcelain's uneasiness, Han Zhan suddenly hugs her in his arms. "Don't think about it. Sleep."

Song porcelain pretended to sleep with her eyes closed.

Dressed up, he really sleeps. He can't wake up.

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when he woke up again, it was already dark. Song porcelain opened his eyes, smeared and turned on the light. She wrapped up her nightgown and went downstairs. She saw the light in the meeting room on the second floor. She could hear the voice of strangers talking. Occasionally, Han Zhan would echo a few words.

Song porcelain decided to cook first.

She opened the refrigerator, embarrassed. When Han Zhan is not at home, the refrigerator is empty by her. Song porcelain found a purple potato, a handful of noodles, and three eggs.

When Han Zhan comes downstairs after the video conference and sees the dinner on the table, he immediately frowns and looks gloomy.

Two baked purple sweet potatoes, a bowl of shredded egg noodles, and two fried eggs. This is the dinner...

Song porcelain pushed the bowl of egg silk noodles and a purple sweet potato to Han Zhan's position, and said with a smile, "brother Han, you can eat all the good things." She left only two eggs of her own.

Han Zhan quietly walked over and sat down. He glanced at the things on the table and said, "give them all to me. This is not enough."

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