Chapter 334

Han Zhan pressed song porcelain in his arms and said, "take it off for me." His voice suddenly dropped a lot, that dumb voice, let song porcelain shudder all over.

Song porcelain and Han Zhan have been separated for two months. She stays in the pharmaceutical factory every day, just like a pool of calm spring water. As soon as Han Zhan spoke, the wind rose and the spring rippled.

Song porcelain had a deep look at Han Zhan and said, "old rascal!"

But she happens to be a hooligan.

The hooligan sat up from Han Zhan's arms and gently helped Han Zhan take off his clothes and trousers. In the past, song porcelain was sure to make a good use of Han Zhan to do such a thing, but today she is reluctant to give up.

For the first time, she didn't pay attention to Han Zhan's muscular and strong figure. All her attention was focused on Han Zhan's wound.

Although Han Zhan successfully protected his stomach with bulletproof vest, he suffered gunshot wounds in his left arm and leg.

The gauze on the wound had been removed, revealing two gunshot wounds. The wound was sewn up with a surgical needle, and now it has begun to heal, but it has not been fully healed. The fresh pink flesh is in great contrast to Han Zhan's original skin color.

When song porcelain thought of Han Zhan's running figure in the barrage of bullets, his chest began to ache. She gently touched Han Zhan's left arm wound with her fingers and asked him, "is it still painful?"

Han Zhan: "pain."

Hearing the speech, song porcelain is more distressed.

But when Han Zhan came back alive, song porcelain was satisfied. "Han Zhan, will you promise me not to do this again?"

The successful comrades in arms brought back this time, and Han Zhan has a clear conscience.

Hearing song porcelain's request, Han Zhan held song porcelain's right hand half of the nail. He felt the coolness on Song porcelain's fingertips. He couldn't help putting her finger to his lips and kissing her.

"From now on, I will only be the boss of Zeus international, the husband of song porcelain, and the father of Miaomiao and Junjun." He doesn't care about the rest.

He is a man, not a God. With his family, Han Zhan also cherishes his life. He just wants to live with his wife and children.

Hearing the speech, song porcelain was relieved.

Han Zhan suddenly said, "the wound hurts so much, you blow, it doesn't hurt." When Han Zhan is old, he is still coquettish with song porcelain.

Miaomiao and Junjun always act like this with song porcelain. Han Zhan is also song porcelain's Zhan baby. It's not too easy to be coquettish.

Song porcelain jokes him: "you are not a three-year-old baby, but also blowing." Song porcelain mouth very dislike Han Zhan, but still lowered his head, gently blow for Han Zhan wound.

When she bowed her head, her hair hung over Han Zhan's chest, itching.

It's not just the skin that itches, but the heart.

Han Zhan suddenly took song porcelain's arm and hinted at her: "it's blown. Let's do something else." Blowing is boring, biting is fun.

Song porcelain subconsciously said, "no preparation."

Han Zhan never let song porcelain down. He reached for the wallet on the bedside table, opened it, and took out two small things from the purse under song porcelain's jaw dropping gaze.

"Things, I'm ready."

Song porcelain:...

"old beast!"

Song porcelain spat and scolded, but still reached out to take Han Zhan's things, their own busy to go.

Because Han Zhan's body did not recover well, many postures were inconvenient to practice. After a taste of meat, they hugged each other and fell asleep.

The next morning, song porcelain asked Han Zhan why he came to Mo's house suddenly.

Han Zhan said, "I'm here to send warmth to the Mo family."

Song porcelain: "what warmth do you send?" Han Zhan didn't believe her.

Han Zhan: "Mo family what, I will send what." It is humanitarianism to feed the criminals before they die.

Song porcelain immediately felt that Han Zhan's heart was very bad.

In the morning, song porcelain was in the Pharmaceutical Workshop. At noon, Mo suiyun, the manager, came to ask her to have lunch. Han Zhan, the richest man, has sent many good things to the Mo family for free. The Mo family wants to thank Han Zhan and hold a banquet specially for him.

Song porcelain followed Mo suiyun to the banquet building. On the way, she asked Mo suiyun, "what did Han Zhan give us?" Song porcelain's "we", heard Mo suiyun laugh.

"If you come back, Mr. Han has sent us two helicopters. After that, if you go out to treat people, you don't have to work hard."

Song porcelain's heart aches.

Two helicopters, a lot of money!

Buy jewelry for her, toys for children, meat for Han Zhan?

When song porcelain arrived in the dining room, he saw Han Zhan and Song Fei sitting with him.

Although song porcelain and Song Fei are similar in appearance, one is a natural smiling face and the other is a cold face. Song Fei wants to play song porcelain. He can't fall off his horse. He smiles at people and makes his face stiff.

Seeing song porcelain, Song Fei's eyes are full of bitterness.

Song porcelain sits down beside Song Fei with a smile. As soon as he sat down, song porcelain heard Song Fei say, "finish this thing quickly and let's exchange them back."She smiles when she meets people. Song Fei is almost laughing.

I don't know why song porcelain loves to laugh so much.

Song porcelain, with a wooden face, said, "I lent Han Zhan to you for a play. You should be satisfied. You know, men and bra, I never lend out. "

"Go away, your han Zhan is too serious and not cute at all." Yan Jiang is cute. It's fun to knead Song Fei.

The two sisters get together and mutter. Han Zhan can't hear what they are talking about.

But it's early spring, and the Chinese toon tree is just sprouting.

The Mo people planted a lot of Chinese toon trees. Seeing Han Zhan, a rich man in the big city, thought that he might rarely eat the food in the mountains, the Mo family cook went to get some Chinese toon dishes, made a plate of fried eggs with Chinese Toon Leaves, and made a bowl of cold dishes with Chinese cabbage, Houttuynia grass and dried red pepper.

These two dishes, like people love to die, do not love people vomit to death.

Song Fei, like song porcelain, doesn't like coriander. And Song Fei's mouth is more critical, she not only does not like to eat coriander, also does not like to eat Chinese toon.

Han Zhan suddenly picked up his public chopsticks and put them into Song Fei's bowl. He said to Song Fei in a gentle tone: "Song porcelain, try this, especially rice."

Mo Xin saw this scene and said with a smile, "Mr. Han, you have a good taste. The dish you just sandwiched is a famous dish here. Before, we could eat two bowls of rice

"Mrs. Han." Mo Xin looked forward to Song Fei and said, "Madam Han, have a taste and see how it tastes?"

Song Fei stares at the coriander in the bowl. Under the table, she suddenly raises her shoes and tramples on Han Zhan's feet.

Song Fei is wearing sports shoes, that foot does not have the power of high-heeled shoes, Han Zhan is not frown.

"Song porcelain, try it. If you like it, we'll take some back when we go back." Han Zhan is very fond of his wife.

Song Fei sees Mo Xinxin and his wife looking forward to looking at themselves. She can only pick up chopsticks and eat the coriander without expression.

Song Fei bit Houttuynia.

I thought coriander was the worst vegetable in the world, but the Houttuynia cordata once again refreshed Song Fei's senses.

Song Fei's mouth is full of Houttuynia smell, she almost vomited out.

Song Fei closed his facial features, swallowed the coriander and Houttuynia, and quickly took a drink from the water cup.

Mrs. Mo was amused by Song Fei's face of death, "isn't the taste very strange and difficult to accept?"

Song Fei is afraid Han Zhan will continue to Yin her, quickly nodded, honest answer: "this dish, I am not used to eating, good strong fishy smell."

"How else is it called Houttuynia cordata?" Han Zhan Tut, and then pick up a chopsticks, Chinese toon dish fried eggs, put in Song Fei's bowl.

"The Cook said that this is a fresh Chinese toon which has just been picked from the tree. Song porcelain, didn't you say you wanted to try the most authentic Chinese toon last time? Come on, have a taste. "

This time Han Zhan didn't force Song Fei to eat Chinese toon. He was busy with some fresh bamboo shoots with his public chopsticks.

He put the spring bamboo shoots in the song porcelain bowl and said to her, "sister Fei, listen to song porcelain say that you like stir fried spring bamboo shoots with bacon. Come on, have a taste."

Fried spring bamboo shoots with bacon is a favorite dish of song porcelain. Looking at the spring bamboo shoots in her bowl and the Chinese toon dishes in Song Fei's bowl, she immediately wanted to laugh.

But she didn't dare.

Sitting beside Song Fei, song porcelain can feel the pent up anger in his body. Song porcelain felt that there was something wrong with Han Zhan.

One is the elder sister, the other is the husband. She can't afford to offend any of them. She doesn't help anyone, and she just lowers her head to eat her own.

After dinner, song porcelain took medicine as an excuse and left early.

If you continue to stay, Song Fei will surely find an excuse to take away, and then he will be lectured by Song Fei.

After Song porcelain left, Mo Xinxin took Han Zhan to visit Mo's house. He took Han Zhan to visit the medicine field, the pharmaceutical workshop, and Shensi building to introduce the life and past of Mo Liansheng's ancestor.

From Shensi building, Han Zhan looks at the arrow day by day.

Han Zhan looked down at Mo Xinxin and said, "my wife, I told you the story of this bow and arrow on the phone. Is this the sun arrow? "

Mo Xinxin laughed, "yes!"

Mo Xinxin saw Han Zhan's interest in the bow very strong, so he invited him to the high platform, approached and looked carefully. "Mr. Han, follow me."

Han Zhan followed Mo Xin and boarded the stone platform.

Under the spring sun, every day the arrow is red, like blood, and looks evil.

When Han Zhan inquired about Nangong Xian's literature, he saw the pictures of the arrow drawn by experts in the literature. The daily arrows on the materials are powerful, but they look even more feminine. At first glance, they are women's weapons.

But the real daily arrow is just a simple bow and arrow. It is so simple that there is no ornament on it. It has only three characters: Nangong fairy.

Looking at the bow and arrow at a close distance, Han Zhan's heart suddenly gave birth to a trace of pain.He asked Mo Xinxin: "can I touch this arrow?"

"Of course."

Over the years, I don't know how many people have touched the sword.

This sword looks evil, but in fact it has no evil nature. If you touch it, it will not get in the way.

With Mo's permission, Han Zhan stares at the bow and looks at it for a moment, then raises his incomplete right hand and gently presses his thumb on the three words "Nangong Xian".

As soon as he came into contact with the daily arrow, Han Zhan's heart began to ache.

He frowned and jerked his hand back.

"What's the matter?" Mo Xinxin was surprised.

Han Zhan didn't show any difference. He said: "the touch is so smooth. It doesn't look like an ancient weapon at all. There is no trace of old."

Mo Xin nodded and said, "this bow, which has been exposed to the sun and rain for 600 years, has always been brand-new, bright and magical."

Han Zhan extended his hand to the daily arrow.

This time, his heart is still pumping pain, but Han Zhan's life, suffered more than this painful experience, so he showed a very calm appearance.

Han Zhan repeatedly stroked the three characters of Nangong fairy, and felt a kind of sadness that the road was not clear. He wanted to cry, and he didn't even realize he was crying.

"Mr. Han, why are you crying?" Mo Xinxin noticed Han Zhan's tears and was surprised.

Han Zhan came back to his senses and was surprised.

Did he cry?

Han Zhan touched his eyes, he really felt a hot and humid.

Han Zhan felt something was wrong, but he didn't show it.

"I feel sorry for the story between nangongxian general and Mo Laozu," he said

Mo Xinxin's expression was a little embarrassed. He said dryly, "Mr. Han's feelings are very delicate." I'm a 30-40-year-old guy. I can't move to tears. I think it's very delicate.

Han Zhan also felt embarrassed, "I this person, lacrimal gland is more developed, easy to cry."

Mr. Han, since you still need to stay for a period of time, it's better to take a break for a while

Han Zhan is waiting for this sentence, "that will disturb."

"If you want to disturb me, it's our honor to entertain such a distinguished guest as Mr. Han. I hope Mr. Han doesn't dislike it."

"No way."

As the master of the Mo family, Mo Xinxin has no time to accompany Han Zhan all the time.

After leaving Shensi building, Mo Xinxin is called away, and Han Zhan returns to the accommodation building accompanied by Mo suiyun. Just walked downstairs, Han Zhanbian felt some discomfort in his stomach.

Did you eat something bad at noon?

Han Zhan's leg script is not sharp, but his stomach is not comfortable, he can only run to the toilet.

Mo suiyun watched Han Zhan quickly return to the room, straight to the toilet.

He was stupefied. He realized that Han Zhan was in a hurry to go to the toilet. Embarrassed, he touched his nose and left.

Han Zhan has been squatting in the toilet for five minutes before he feels comfortable. He goes back to the bed and lies down again. He thinks he can sleep for a while. As a result, his stomach starts to be noisy again!

For the next two hours, Han Zhan kept running back and forth between the bed and the toilet.

In the evening, song porcelain went to the canteen for dinner and returned to the dormitory building. Only when he found Han Zhan lying in bed, his face weak, like a ball that had been let out of breath.

It's soft and pathetic, like it's been ravaged.

Song porcelain was shocked and thought Han Zhan was seriously ill. "Han Zhan, what's the matter with you?" She noticed that Han Zhan's lips were dry, so she felt his pulse quickly.

Song porcelain used to be unable to pulse, but after learning from the big men of the Mo family for a period of time, song porcelain can also pulse.

Looking at Han Zhan's pulse, it is obvious that...

"do you have diarrhea What did you eat to make it so hard?

Han Zhan at this time already wanted to understand the cause of his diarrhea, where is eating bad things, is to be given Yin!

Han Zhan was very weak, and his voice sounded very dry. He said, "porcelain treasure, Song Fei made me whole." Han Zhan is like a complaining child. "Porcelain treasure, you have to talk about Song Fei. That woman's heart is very poisonous. I haven't stopped for more than two hours."

Song porcelain didn't care much about Han Zhan, but it was Song Fei who was provoked by Han Zhanxian.

Han zhanjian deserves to be treated.

Song porcelain comforts Han Zhan: "you are not good now, you tease Song Fei first. You don't pay attention to this matter. I can't get justice from her."

Han Zhan was miserable. He said, "I'm not good, I'm just having diarrhea..."

before, Han Zhan always heard people talk about the word "snake and scorpion's heart". Now he really realizes how vicious it is.

He was staring blankly at the ceiling, regretful. "I'll never bully Song Fei again..."

Song Ci felt that Han Zhan was too pitiful, so she finally went to find Song Fei.Song Fei closed the door and didn't know what to do in the room.

Song porcelain knocked on the door three times.

After a while, Song Fei came to open the door. She was in her pajamas, with a pair of headphones around her neck and leaning against the doorframe.

Looking at the song porcelain outside the door, Song Fei sneered and sneered at her: "do you want an antidote for a man? Song porcelain, good thing. Your man bullies me first. If you don't help me, you still have the face to settle accounts? "

Sister is a white eyed wolf, there is no need to raise any more. It's better to keep a little milk dog. Little milk dog can also accompany to eat and sleep.

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