Chapter 463

It is thanks to Cecilia O's threat to Idris that Jiang Shifeng can wash away the injustice and successfully put off the charge of stealing and plagiarizing. After Jiang Shifeng knew the truth, he and Cecilia sat down and talked for a long time. After that heart to heart talk, the relationship between uncle and nephew became much closer.

The next day, Cecilia also decided to return home.

Jean and Cecilia have lived together since childhood. In their hearts, Christmas is the biggest festival of the year. Before Cecilia left, he invited Jean and Nan Yanyan to Rome for Christmas. When Jean saw that Nan Yanyan and Nan Guanguan wanted to go to Italy, he agreed.

Nanguan's affair with Allen has not been made public, and Allen is inconvenient to join them for fear of being beaten.

After Jean and his party left, Allen also decided to go to Paris makeup Academy for a period of time. Before he left, Allen gave a red envelope to Han Zheng, a little boy, and looked at the drum.

Song was still puzzled. He said how Allen was so generous this time. When she opened the red envelope, she found that there was a stack of five yuan and ten yuan in it. Together, it was just one hundred yuan, implying a long life.

Song porcelain can't laugh or cry.

Seeing off my friends, the house suddenly became a lot colder.

At the end of the year, Han Zhan's company was busy with business. He stayed in Brussels for a few more days, waiting for the carefully selected nursery teacher to officially take up his post. Then he decided to return home.

On the night before returning to China, Han Zhan packed his own luggage and told Song Ci: "don't stay up late. You have to sleep when your child sleeps, or you won't be able to bear it. In addition, you should eat on time and be full. Don't be afraid of being fat. "

"If you are really fat, I will accompany you to lose weight."

"And...

Song Ci heard that her ears had cocoons. She covered her ears with her hand and cried out in a broken voice:" brother Han, Han Zhan, Mr. Han, boss Han! Can you stop talking? I don't have as much to say as you do

Han Zhan put the folded shirt into the box. He looked up at Song Ci helplessly and sighed: "I feel sorry for leaving you here alone, so I want to give more advice."

Song cihuai suffered from depression when she was reincarnated. So far, Han Zhan is afraid. He is afraid that song cihuai will be cranky and depressed when he leaves. That's why he talks more.

Song Ci took her finger away from her ear. She lay on her side on the bed and said to Han Zhan, "you have to work. I can understand. After a while, when my wound is almost healed, I'll be back. I'm not a three-year-old. I'm not so worried. "

Han Zhan added: "I really want to spend New Year's day with you."

"I try to go back before New Year's day."

"Well, good."

After Han Zhan left, Song Ci's life became a bit boring. She either practiced the piano or accompanied her children every day, and occasionally made a video with Han Miao and Han Jun. Finally, it was after Christmas that the edge of the knife grew well.

Song porcelain immediately flew home with her children and got home the day before New Year's day. It was snowing on the day of returning home. Song porcelain wrapped up her down jacket and hid the little guy in her arms.

Back home, into the room with the heating on, song porcelain felt warm.

Han Miao and Han Jun know that their mother and brother will go home today. They are not willing to go anywhere, so they wait at home. As soon as the mother came home, the two daughters ran to song porcelain.

"Mom!" Han Miao pours on her legs. Song porcelain almost did not stand firm, was behind the banquet Qingxiu to help.

Song Ci held her child and said to yanqingxiu, "it's been a hard time for you."

Yan Qingxiu shook his head, "it's not hard." He stared at the sleeping baby boy in Song Ci's arms and asked, "can I have a hug?"

Song porcelain hands the child to yanqingxiu.

Yan Qingxiu took the child in his arms, looked at it and said, "this son is not simple. He must be a master."

Song Ci was stunned, and then told Yan Qingxiu, "his name is Han Zheng, and his grandfather named him Han Lingyu. Sir, which way will the child go in the future?"

Song Ci's words are obscure, but Yan Qingxiu laughs unfathomably. He says, "when you step into an official career, you care about the world."

Song porcelain has music in mind.

Han Jun takes yanqingxiu by the hand, raises her small face and says to yanqingxiu, "I want to see my younger brother."

Yan Qingxiu quickly squatted down to facilitate the two little sisters to observe the little brother. Han Zheng was born nearly a month ago. His wrinkled face has grown a lot of eggs. He looks at the meat, white and tender, and long eyelashes. He is lovely.

Han Miao reaches out and pokes Han Zheng in the face. I don't know what's on his mind. He says something very frightening. She says, "it's so soft, so white, and I want to eat."

Han Jun looks at her sister. She tells Han Miao very seriously, "it's wrong not to eat people...

Han Miao purses and says," I don't want to eat him. I want to eat dumplings. " She put her warm little hand on Han Zheng's face, rubbed it, and said, "you see, it's very like tangyuan."

Han Jun was incredulous. "Let me have a look." She took Han Miao's hand away and put her hand on it. Han Jun rubs hard and wakes Han Zheng up. A loud cry comes out of his mouth. "Wow... Wow..."Han Jun pulls back her hand in fright, stares at her crying brother, frowns and says, "if you're not good, you know how to cry. I don't like him."

Han Miao is also very disgusted, she said: "too ugly, not cute."

Song porcelain and Yan Qingxiu are children, so don't abandon each other.

There is a little brother at home, which seems to be a little toy for Han Miao and Han Jun.

In the evening, after dinner, the two guys stopped playing with toys and reading picture books. After taking a bath, they have been around Song Ci's bedside, looking at her sleeping brother from time to time.

Song Ci saw that the girls refused to leave, and knew that they wanted to stay with them for a while. She patted the big bed and said to Han Miao and Han Jun, "Miao Miao, Jun Jun, why don't you sleep with your mother tonight?"

Smell speech, two little guys don't say a word, suddenly nod, then quickly climb to Song Ci's side to sit.

Han Jun stares at Song Ci's stomach. She says, "Dad says that mom's stomach is hurt. Let's not touch you."

Han Miao also nodded. She naively asked Song Ci, "Mom, are we all born out of your stomach?"

Song Ci nodded and said, "yes, you all grew up in my stomach."

Han Miao stares at Song Ci's stomach, and she asks, "can we sleep in your stomach tonight?"

Song porcelain was so embarrassed by this problem. "No, when you grow up, your mother's stomach won't hold you."

The two sisters nodded thoughtfully.

Han Miao stands up suddenly. She pulls down the zipper of her sleeping bag, touches her chubby tummy and asks Song Ci, "Mom, is there a baby in my tummy? Is it a boy or a girl? "

Song Ci didn't know how to reply.

Han Jun stares at her sister's stomach and affirms, "there are three babies."

Han Miao: "Wow, I'm so powerful."

The children's conversation, listen to song porcelain full of black lines.

Kowtow -

Song Ci hears the movement and looks up at the exit of the master bedroom. Han Zhan leans against the partition door between the small bedroom and the master bedroom, looking at their mother and son with a smile.

I haven't seen Han Zhan for more than half a month. Song Ci finds that Han Zhan has lost a lot of weight and forgot to take off the mirror on his face. "You're thin."

Han Zhan strides to the bedside, lowers his head and kisses the forehead of Qin song porcelain, and says with a smile, "you look thinner, too."

Song Ci was happy to hear this. She said, "I'm controlling my diet." Song Ci reached out and took off the glasses on Han Zhan's nose bone. "I rarely see you wear glasses."

"I've been too busy with my work recently. I've been busy with social activities and meetings, and I've forgotten to take them down."

Han Zhan pushes Han Miao to the middle of the bed and then lies down beside the bed. "I'll sleep for a while, and I'll be with you tomorrow." Han Zhan lies on the bed and hears Han Miao and Han Jun talking all the time. He can't sleep. Finally, he runs to the guest room to sleep.

The next morning, Han Zhan woke up with a clear mind.

He ran back to the racetrack outside his guest room. After taking a bath, he put on the panda sweater that Song Ci knitted for him the year before last and went to the master bedroom.

The children are awake and have gone downstairs for dinner. Song Ci is still sleeping, her cheek is trapped in the soft pillow, and she has a good sleep. Knowing Song Ci was tired, Han Zhan didn't wake her up and went downstairs to accompany the children.

It snowed yesterday. Although the sun is shining today, the ground is not dry enough to go out to play.

Han Zhan had nothing to do, so he took the children to the underground training ground to teach them archery.

Han Miao is not interested in archery. After two games, he runs away. Han Jun is born to be the God of war. She is very interested in these weapons. With Han Zhan's explanation and guidance, Han Jun soon mastered the skill of archery.

The first arrow, Han Jun, hit the target, still nine rings. Han Zhan stares at the arrow on the target and touches Han Jun's head. He says, "I'm proud of you."

Han Jun looks up at Han Zhan and smiles sweetly.

Father and son played in the shooting range for more than an hour before they went up.

By this time, Song Ci had woken up. She was wearing a windproof hat and sitting in the yard with her baby in the sun for breakfast.

Seeing Han Zhan leading Han Jun, she scoops up a wonton and feeds it to Han Zhan.

Han Zhan opened his mouth to eat the wonton, and heard Song Ci say, "I have an appointment with a photographer. When I get out of confinement, let's take a picture of the whole family." After a pause, she added, "I'm going to wear a wedding dress."

Han Zhan hears the last three words and thinks that they haven't taken formal wedding photos yet. He feels very sorry.

Nodding, Han Zhan said, "OK."

Although song porcelain lost some weight after childbirth, it was still plump compared with that before pregnancy, and those high fixed gowns could not be worn. Han Zhan has long been prepared to buy several gorgeous wedding dresses from Paris in advance. They are all bandages and don't pick the figure.

It was a sunny day.That day, Han Zhan put on a black suit and tied a bow tie around his neck. After staring at the glove on his right hand for a long time, he finally took it off and walked out of the room.

He went downstairs and saw two daughters who were smartly dressed. The two sisters wore long sleeve skirts of champagne pink, small shoes of Hepburn style, straight hair, bangs, and a small crown on their heads.

The Buddha depends on gold, and the man depends on clothes. With such a dress, Han Miao becomes a little princess.

Han Zheng, who is held in Yan Qingxiu's arms, has also been elaborately dressed. He is wearing the same customized suit as Han Zhan, and he looks decent.

Han Zhan asked Han Miao, "where's your mother?"

"Here!"

Song porcelain's voice came from the cloakroom.

Song porcelain has a large three story cloakroom, which runs from the master bedroom on the second floor to the first floor on the ground floor. It is very luxurious, with elevators and revolving stairs. In the cloakroom, there are song porcelain's jewelry, all kinds of shoes and bags, as well as her Gaoding dress.

At the moment, Song Ci is coming out of the elevator in the cloakroom.

She was wearing a pink and champagne wedding dress with a strapless skirt, long black and shiny hair, a castle shaped crown on her head, and a diamond necklace in the same series as the crown on her neck.

The jewel is not as dazzling as the beauty.

After giving birth, song porcelain's breast is more proud. Wearing a bra style wedding dress, she looks more round, white and plump. She carries the skirt in front of her body and walks to Han Zhan with graceful steps and graceful posture. Han Zhan is stunned for a few seconds.

Until the children exclaimed, "it's the princess!" Han Miao likes playing with Barbie dolls best. She jumps up, claps her hands and says, "my mother is a princess!"

Han Zhan recovered and blushed.

He has been married for three or four years, but he still stares at Song Ci in a daze.

Song Ci saluted Han Zhan with her skirt. Then she looked up and asked Han Zhan, "am I beautiful, your majesty?"

Han Zhan's ears were slightly red, and his voice was very light. "Of course my queen is beautiful."

Song Ci was so proud that she knew that even if she gained some weight, she was the most beautiful fat beauty. Song Ci said: "the photographer has already arrived. Don't let him wait long. Let's go."

Song Ci was about to leave when he heard Han Zhan say, "wait a minute."

Song Ci stops and looks at Han Zhan in surprise. "What else to do?"

Han Zhan suddenly took a step back, then knelt down in front of Song Ci.

Song Ci looked at him in surprise and saw Han Zhan holding a ring box. Song Ci blinked her eyes, then all kinds of emotions, such as shyness and excitement, rushed towards her, and her eyes became red and hazy.

"Han Zhan, what are you doing..." Song Ci looked around and saw that all the servants stopped to watch the excitement. She was ashamed.

"Song Ci, this time, it's my turn to propose to you." Han Zhan held up the ring and said, "Han Zhan, I can only touch your right hand and your tie in the future."

"In this world, there may be thousands of women who are willing to wear ties for me, but you are the only one who is willing to wear false fingers for me. The first time I was attracted to you was from that moment. "

Song Ci himself can't remember this, but Han Zhan still remembers it clearly.

Han Zhan opens the ring box and raises the ring with the only three fingers in his right hand. "My right hand is indeed incomplete, but my love for you is absolutely complete," he said

After a pause, Han Zhanchao and Song Ci laughed and said, "Song Ci, brother Han has a lot of money and love. Are you willing to spend all your life for me and share my love all my life?"

Song porcelain can't laugh or cry.

Is this a show of wealth or a proposal?

She wiped her tears and burst out laughing, "OK, I'll try my best to spend all your money."

Song porcelain stretched out her left hand, which already had a simple gold ring. The gold ring is the ring song porcelain proposed to Han Zhan on the day of the certificate.

The 2.6 carat diamond ring is not easy to put on Song Zhan's wedding. This ring is worn every day because it has many marks on it. It looks old.

Han Zhan takes off the gold ring and puts it on Song porcelain's ring finger.

The new ring is customized by Han Zhan for the chief designer of aijiamian jewelry brand. The design of this ring is very simple, which is a simple plain ring.

The ring looks silver, but it's actually gold-plated and looks like silver. The longer the ring is worn, the silver will fade from the ring as time goes by, and finally show the color of pure gold.

Its moral is very beautiful -

when all the silver is gone and pure gold is revealed, the owner who wears the wedding ring should be grey and old hand in hand.

Housekeeper Cai came in, stood behind Han Zhan and asked, "Sir, the photographer is ready. When will it start?""Come on."

Although it's sunny outside, it's extremely cold, so you can't take photos outside.

Yulongshan villa has long been selected as the most beautiful house in Wangdong city. The star dome of the main building of the villa is famous all over the country. Therefore, the photographer decided to take photos of their family indoors.

The requirements of the photographer are very high, and it took him more than half a day to take a good picture to his satisfaction.

After the finished photo was repaired, the photo studio sent it to the mailbox of Han Zhan and Song Ci.

After lunch break, Han Zhan turned on his computer and saw the photos in the email. Han Zhan thinks that the picture of a family of five in the same frame is really eye-catching. He can't help but upload one of the photos to his official microblog account and write a rare love advertisement.

He wrote -

[August 10, 2020 is her birthday party, and I saw her for the first time in full dress.

She took the grape wine and said to me with a smile, "welcome, Mr. Han." When she smiles, her eyes are very good-looking, like the broken Galaxy in a transparent glass bottle.

At that time, I had a delusional idea in my heart: I want to put the starry River in a glass bottle, put it in my pocket, and no one is allowed to peek.

Later, I did.

Now my heart is wild, with a bigger delusion: Song porcelain, I want to spend a lifetime with you. 】

after posting the microblog, Han Zhan doesn't care and keeps working.

After his work, he remembered and turned on his mobile phone to check the messages of microblog users. As soon as he opened the comment area, Han Zhan saw a message that he liked most -

Song Ci V: I'm not your wishful thinking, you're my ideal in the world.

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