Chapter 61

When he went home, Song Ci's eyes were swollen and hot. She is embarrassed to see Han Zhan. After all, she is a green tea whore.

song porcelain ran to take a bath, change clothes, put a mask on the face with swelling effect.

It's half past nine. Han Zhan has to take a bath and go to bed. He saw song porcelain lying on the bed, with a mask on her face and eyes closed. She thought she could not see it. She didn't avoid it. She took off her clothes and went into the bathroom.

heard the sound of water, under the mask, the cheeks of song porcelain were feverish.

That's how he bathes?

As long as you open your eyes, song porcelain can see Han Zhan light. Would you like to have a look? Some of them want to see it, but they feel impolite. On second thought, she and Han Zhan will go to bed sooner or later. They will see sooner or later, but they will not see if they don't!

Having figured it out, song porcelain immediately opened his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed to appreciate Han Zhan.

The hot fog in the bathroom is rising. There is a thin layer of mist on the brown transparent glass. Han Zhan's legs are blocked by those fog, so I can't understand. But song porcelain knew that Han Zhan had many wounds, big and small, and had no chance to count them.

What did he do when he was a soldier? With so many injuries on his body, he is obviously not an ordinary soldier.

Song porcelain thinks things out of her head. When she comes back to her senses, she sees Han Zhan turning around. He stood behind the glass, in front of him, a piece of water mist on the glass was wiped off. A pair of gray blue eyes were staring at Song porcelain through the transparent glass.

Han Zhan didn't expect that song porcelain was so lecherous that he would peek at his bath and catch song porcelain's small movements. Han zhanlue was a little surprised.

was discovered, and song porcelain was busy getting up from bed, and ran into the toilet to wash out the mask on his face.

After her skin care finished, Han Zhan was lying down in bed in her pajamas. "It's nine fifty-eight." Han Zhan looked at Song porcelain and said, "go to bed, I'm going to turn off the light." He didn't ask her about her peeping. Song porcelain was relieved.

Song porcelain ran to the bed and lay down next to Han Zhan.

The light goes out.

The electric shading curtain on the wall of the French window began to close, making a sliding sound. The room was suddenly dark, reaching for the degree of five fingers.

Song porcelain couldn't sleep at all. She admired Han Zhan's good work and rest habits. Song porcelain suddenly turned over and poked Han Zhan's shoulder with his index finger. "Brother Han, did you sleep?"

Han Zhan opened his eyes and looked at the darkness.

"Not yet." There is a little girl lying beside him. Han Zhan is not a gentleman. Where can he sleep. Especially the little girl was salivating at his body.

Song porcelain fingers restlessly touched Han Zhan's face, and finally stopped on his proud nose bone. Like rubbing Tangyuan, he rubbed Han Zhan's nose with his finger belly. "I have a question to ask you."

I've used it all. I think it's a big deal.

Han Zhan: "say it." The nose is a little itchy, Han Zhan wants to scratch, also just think for a while.

Song porcelain pointed out very seriously: "you said you had to go to bed at ten o'clock, right? When will we create people after that? Can't it always be before ten o'clock? What if it was ten o'clock and we were not finished yet? Just turn off the lights and sleep? Or will we fight again after six thirty in the morning? "

This is a very serious question.

Han Zhan:...

Song porcelain murmured: "this is a big event, it's about the survival of your child."

Han Zhan took song porcelain's index finger and squeezed it tightly with his left hand. Then he said, "it depends on the situation. You can delay your bedtime as appropriate."

Song porcelain took a long breath and "... Oh, that's good."

Song porcelain cried today, a little tired of spirit, lying beside Han Zhan soon fell asleep. After she fell asleep, the index finger joint was not so stiff, soft in Han Zhan's palm.

Still holding that finger, Han Zhan was a little distracted to think: what are these song porcelain's heads filled with?

Song porcelain is asleep, snoring is very regular, but Han Zhan insomnia.

The next morning, song porcelain woke up as soon as the alarm clock rang. She turned off the alarm clock, got out of bed barefoot, went directly to the toilet, washed her face, took bottles and cans to Han Zhan's conference room, occupied his desk and chair, and began to make up.

Downstairs, Han Zhan stands on his head against the wall, and his mobile phone suddenly lights up.

His right hand alone on the ground, left hand picked up the mobile phone to read the news. Song porcelain: [should I add a dresser at home? 】

Han Zhan replied to her: "OK. 】

after putting on her make-up, song porcelain chose a red Strapless skirt with a bra and pinned a black and white camellia brooch on the slender waist.

Han Zhan is cooking in the kitchen. When he hears the high-heeled shoes, he turns off the fire and looks back at the stairs.

Han Zhan was stunned to see song porcelain.

Today's song porcelain is very high-profile and beautiful. Her high-heeled shoes of 7 cm make her look even more impressive. Her short, Burgundy hair was made into a simple shape with a curling stick, and a pair of black gem earrings were worn on her lovely earlobes.

What are you going to do if you dress up so well?Han Zhan takes back his eyes and divides the fried rice into two plates.

He brought the fried rice to the dining table. Looking back, he found song porcelain holding a mobile phone, as if taking pictures. Han Zhan laughs at the sight, "is he taking selfie again?" Beautiful girls seem to love taking pictures.

Song porcelain said, "no, I'm photographing you."

Han Zhan: "huh?"

He went over and grabbed song porcelain's mobile phone. Looking down, she really photographed him.

Good looking people are eye-catching at any time, not to mention Han Zhan is tall and has a body proportion comparable to that of a supermodel. Song porcelain photography technology is good, in her lens Han Zhan, handsome and charming.

Han Zhan hasn't taken this kind of picture full of life flavor for a long time, and he is a bit dazed. So in Song porcelain's eyes, is he like this?

"What am I doing?"

Song porcelain grabs back his mobile phone and politely asks Han Zhan, "can I send you to my microblog?"

Han Zhan: "not afraid of your male fans sad?" Because of Li Li's chatter, Han Zhan knows that song porcelain is a micro blog giant, with more than two million fans, as many as male fans and female fans.

Song porcelain said casually, "what am I afraid of? I've caught the richest man who has a look at the future of Dongcheng. What do you think of others?"

Hearing this frank words, Han Zhan was surprised. Song porcelain knew what Han Zhan was thinking. She said, "what I said is from my heart. I am so realistic. You said last night, I can not say those false words

"Yes." Han Zhan was not angry. Instead, he patted song porcelain's head melon and said to her, "good, just be yourself."

Song porcelain holds Han Zhan's arm. She raises her eyes to Han Zhan's tolerant eyes, and her heart suddenly feels a trace of palpitation. "Han Zhan, you are so good. If I really fall in love with you, I won't leave you in a year. What should I do? "

Han Zhan thought for a while and said, "I'm a luxury. It depends on whether you have the ability to get me."

Song porcelain glanced at her mouth and said, "look at you. I'm a customer of luxury goods." If I think this is wrong, song porcelain is silent for a while, and whisper Tucao: "why do I make complaints about the kiln?"

Han zhanmei's heart leaps, trying to hit people.

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