Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"Grandpa!" Song Ci was startled, and ran to grandpa.

Han Aoyu fell to the ground, grabbed the trunk behind him, struggled to kneel and sat up.

Seeing Song Ci running over, Han Aoyu was taken aback, and quickly shouted at her, "Song girl, be careful, don't run, I can get up by myself." Song girl can't be wrong, she still has two in her stomach. What about a little cub.

Song Ci was relieved to see that Han Aoyu could still shout at people.

She stopped running, held her belly, and walked quickly over.

When Han Aoyu fell, his head knocked on the thick-mouthed Podocarpus trunk behind him. He knelt on the ground and rubbed the back of his head, and said to Song Ci: "Look at the back of my head, do you have a bag?"

Song Ci pulled off the old man's white hair, took a closer look, then shook his head and said, "It looks like nothing, grandpa, how are you feeling now, is it a headache?"

Han Aoyu touched the back of his head again before saying, "It doesn't hurt."

Song Ci Chao Han Aoyu stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, grandpa, I will help you up."

"No, this old man fell and has to get up by himself."

This is common sense, and Song Ci usually remembers it, but he was panicked when he saw his grandpa fall, and forgot it.

Song Ci retracted his hand and watched the old man holding the Podocarpus, slowly standing up.

Han Aoyu shook his legs and teased himself: "Hey, you can walk without twisting your feet!"

"Grandpa should go and sit and rest for a while."

Song Ci supported Han Aoyu's arm and led him to the chair.

Zhong Buhui came over with the tea, and he said, "Song girl, what was your name just now?"

Song Ci ignored Han Aoyu's request and told Zhong Buhui: "Grandpa fell and I was terrified."

"Is it?"

Zhong Buhui also changed his face.

He hurriedly put down his tea cup, walked to Han Aoyu's face, and looked up and down Han Aoyu a lot before asking him, "Master, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Han Aoyu shook his head, "It's okay, I am resistant to falls."

"You are not a rock, and you are resistant to falling!" Zhong Buhui asked Song Ci, "Where did the old man fall?"

Song Ci said: "It seems to have touched his head, Uncle Zhong, please see if there is a bag on the back of Grandpa's head. When I saw it just now, it was just a little red."

Zhong Buhui pulled out the old man's hair, looked at it, and said, "There really is a small drum kit."

"No, I have to go to the hospital!" Song Ci said.

Zhong Buhui also agreed with Song Ci's approach.

"Master, go to the hospital for an examination."

Han Aoyu waved his hand. He said, "I'm getting old, check something. If something really happens, it won't be easy to treat. If you are old, you have to accept it."

Han Aoyu quickly became alive and well, and ate half a bowl of rice at night.

When Han Zhan came back in the evening, Song Ci took a bath and told him about it. "Grandpa fell in the vegetable garden this afternoon, hit Podocarpus in his head, and picked up a small bag. Uncle Zhong and I asked him to go to the hospital, but he wouldn't listen."

"Brother Han, can you take a rest tomorrow morning and take your grandfather to the hospital for an examination? This head is not elsewhere. If the silt is really bumped out, it will be troublesome."

Han Zhan was shocked by the news.

"Have you hit your head?"

"Yeah. Grandpa was planting potatoes, he might be a little anxious when he got up."

Han Zhan sank his face and said helplessly: "He still drinks wine secretly. I really don't know what to say about him."

Han Zhan put on his coat and went downstairs in slippers.

He came to the first floor and knocked on Han Aoyu's door.

Han Aoyu has fallen asleep.

Han Zhan opened the door.

He approached the bed, listening to Han Aoyu's regular snoring, he was a little bit dumbfounded. "Grandpa, stop pretending, I know you are awake."

Elderly people doze a little at night, so they fall asleep so easily.

Han Aoyu had no face when he saw through the disguise by Han Zhan.

He opened his eyes, stared at Han Zhan, and asked him, "What are you doing? Did you come to see me joke, or did you come to teach me?"

Han Zhan coldly snorted, "Isn't it right to teach you not to drink, don't drink, you still drink secretly!" Han Zhan went to see the wine box today and found that the mark on the wine box was touched.

Don't think about it, grandpa must have been drinking again this morning.

Han Aoyu let out a hey, he said, "You bastard, forgot how I used to make you **** and pee big, now you want to drink, you are like a thief."

Han Aoyu spoke outrageously. "My grandson, my grandson is really unkind."

He was also wronged in his heart. He has no other bad habits when he is old, just loves two sips of wine. Han Aoyu doesn't drink too much, never gets himself drunk, always has a drink.

But Han Zhan supervised him as strictly as supervising children.

Han Zhan was too lazy to argue with Han Aoyu. He said, "I have dinner tomorrow morning. I will take you to the hospital for an examination. You have to go to the hospital."

Han Aoyu couldn't refuse Han Zhan's decision.

Han Aoyu himself was guilty of falling down today. The old man felt even more guilty when he thought of delaying Han Zhan's working hours tomorrow.

Han Zhan's expression became clear when he saw his grandfather's cooperation.

Staring at Han Aoyu's legs hidden under the quilt, Han Zhan twisted his eyebrows and asked concerned: "Grandpa, besides his head, is there anything else that hurts it?"

Han Aoyu snorted and said in a low voice, "It seems that my **** is broken, and it hurts when I sit."

Han Zhan: "..."

He went to the shelf, fetched a bottle of boiled wine and returned to the room.

Han Aoyu reluctantly took off his pants and lay on the bed.

The skin of the elderly is lax, not good-looking, and the touch feels strange. But Han Zhan didn't dislike it. He first poured the medicinal wine on the old man's skin and rubbed vigorously with his palm to let the medicinal wine work.

Han Aoyu sighed. He said, "Hey, I'm really old. Grandpa used to be so majestic. Now... hey, the hero doesn't mention the bravery."

Han Zhan knew that the old man was definitely not a happy heart. He said, "Compared to other old people, my grandfather is already in great health."

"That's true. The old guys who fought together and worked together in the past are almost gone." Now the remaining few are just like vindictiveness, but to see who lives longer.

Han Zhan said: "Then you should be content."

Han Aoyu shook his head and said, "You can't accept the old!"

Han Aoyu screwed on the lid of the medicinal liquor bottle, "Okay."

Grandpa lifted his pajamas himself, he turned over and faced Han Zhan. Looking at Han Zhan's handsome and deep face, Han Aoyu suddenly said with emotion: "When I took you back, your face was thin, not as big as your grandma's palm."

"How come you didn't know it, you're so old, and I'm old too."

Han Zhan said: "Twenty years have passed."

"I want to live for two more years." Han Aoyu looked at the ceiling and said yearningly: "I want to spend a few more years with the little guys."

"Then stop drinking!"

Grandpa didn't say a word.

-

Han Zhan went back upstairs and got into the bathroom to wash his hands.

He got into the bed and Song Ci smelled the scent of medicinal liquor left on Han Zhan's body. She asked Han Zhan, "Where did Grandpa fall?"

"My **** fell."

Song Ci remembered that grandpa was indeed the place where the buttocks landed first. "is it serious?"

"It may hurt for two days if it is green."

"Then grandpa promised to go to the hospital with you tomorrow morning?"

"accepted."

Hearing this, Song Ci was relieved.

When Song Ci got up early the next morning, her side was already cold.

It seemed that Han Zhan got up for a while.

Song Ci touched her mouth, feeling a bit wronged.

Recently, Han Zhan came back late and got up early. It seems that he hasn't given her a good morning kiss for a long time.

Song Ci changed his clothes and came downstairs, and saw Han Zhan squatting beside a cardboard box to sort things out. Zhong Buhui handed Han Zhan bottle after bottle of wine.

Under Han Aoyu's unwilling gaze, Han Zhan put the wine neatly into the carton.

"What are you doing?" Song Ci didn't understand their play.

Before Han Zhan and Zhong Buhui had spoken, Han Aoyu turned around, staring at Song Ci aggrievedly, and complained to her: "My good grandson, he is going to lose the wine I have treasured for many years."

"In there, all the wines given to me by old friends! The old guys have been in the soil for peace, but the wine they gave me is still there. I see wine like people, I often see things and think about people. But Han Zhan This guy, lost my wine, I didn't even think about it."

Han Aoyu found a good excuse for his love of wine.

Song Ci was not moved by Han Aoyu's heartfelt speech.

She walked up to Zhong Buhui and helped Zhong Buhui pass the wine to Han Zhan. While working, Song Ci made an idea: “Brother Han, if so much wine is lost, it’s a waste. It’s better to donate it.”

Han Zhan said: "I think so too. These are all treasures of Maotai, and they are worth a lot of money."

Han Zhan raised his head and glanced at Han Aoyu. He said, "Just put it out for auction. All the money sold will be donated to the nursing home, OK?"

Han Aoyu wanted to refuse.

Han Zhan also said: "Grandpa, the old people in the nursing home have no wives, no children or grandchildren, they are very pitiful."

"You can buy them a warm quilt and down jacket for the money you sell these bottles of Moutai."

Hearing this, Song Ci turned around and looked at Han Aoyu with bright eyes, and said, "Grandpa, doing good deeds is to accumulate virtue for the children."

The high hat of "Jide" was buttoned on Han Aoyu's head, and Han Aoyu really couldn't say the rejection.

He reluctantly waved to the wine, "Take it, take it, I won't drink it!"

He also wants to live for two more years to accompany his granddaughter. This wine should also be quit.

On the same day, Han Zhan sent the box of Moutai to the auction house in the name of Han Aoyu. Three days later, there was good news, saying that the six bottles of wine were sold at a price of three million.

And the bottle of Moutai that Han Aoyu drank half of Kaifeng was sold for a sky-high price of 600,000 yuan!

Think about it, it would be a great honor to have a sip of Moutai that Han Aoyu drank!

After Han Zhan got the money, he donated it to a run-down nursing home in the west in the name of Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu is a networm.

When he found out that his donation was reported by a media on Weibo, he couldn't help reposting that Weibo and leaving a comment, saying--

[Liquor money is a foreign body, whether it brings death or not, I am too old, and it is a waste to keep it, why do we need to report it? 】

Seeing that Han Aoyu reposted that comment, his little fans, little fans and grandchildren, all left messages——

Military fanworm: Mr. Han is really magnificent, his ideological consciousness is high!

Beautiful woman: Look at this old Han, I want to show you my heart!

Sister Yutu loves to eat fish: Look at how clean these old military strategists are, and donate such a precious Maotai. We have to learn from Old Han.

Sweetheart: Upstairs, you can learn from Mr. Han. First of all, you have to have six bottles of Maotai.

...

Being sought after by these children, Han Aoyu was so beautiful in his heart.

He was lying in the yard humming a little song, shaking his feet, not to mention more comfortable.

Outside the courtyard, a car suddenly rang.

Han Aoyu opened his eyes, stared at the courtyard door, and saw the guard open the door.

A silver-gray car drove in, and walked out of the car. A long jade man was Shen Yubei who had not been seen for a long time.

Shen Yubei saw Han Aoyu who was lying in the yard basking in the sun. He stood by the car and bowed respectfully to Han Aoyu and greeted Han Aoyu, "Master, you are basking in the sun."

"It's Yubei!"

Han Aoyu sat up.

After sitting, his **** hurts a bit, and he can't help but twist his eyebrows slightly.

Upon seeing this, Shen Yubei thought he was doing something wrong, and offended Han Aoyu, he was a little confused. Shen Yubei stood there, feeling helplessly like a child.

"I fell yesterday and my bones hurt." With Han Aoyu's explanation, Shen Yubei realized that he had misunderstood.

"Master, you have to be careful, this man is getting old, and a fall is not a joke."

"Well, Han Zhan took me to the hospital for an examination a few days ago, it was all right."

"That's good."

Seeing Shen Yubei holding a small box in his hand, Han Aoyu asked him: "Looking for Song Ci?"

"Yes, is Song Ci at home?"

"I went for a prenatal checkup, and I will be back soon." Han Aoyu invited Shen Yubei to have lunch at home. Shen Yubei had nothing to do today, so he agreed.

The two sat in the yard talking.

Although Shen Yubei is engaged in art, he dabbles in a wide range of topics. Shen Yubei can also chat with him on many topics that Han Aoyu pays attention to.

Han Aoyu saw that Shen Yubei had extensive knowledge, and he looked at him differently. Han Aoyu is a rough man who dances knives and guns, and he especially respects cultural people like Shen Yubei and others. Back then, Han Zhan and his grandmother were like a literary artist.

Han Aoyu is fascinated by her, too fascinated.

The two were chatting speculatively, and Song Ci returned.

Long Yu sent Song Ci home and left.

Song Ci was a little surprised to see Shen Yubei here. "Teacher, when did you come and how long have you waited? Why don't you call me?"

"Your prenatal check, what shall I urge."

Shen Yubei handed the box he put on his leg to Song Ci and said, "I'm here to send the first cut samples of the movie."

Hearing the words movie, Song Ci was stunned for a while, and then later realized that she was also a woman who had made a big Hollywood movie.

Song Ci took the sample and asked Shen Yubei: "Teacher, have you seen it?"

"Well, your second master came back the day before yesterday, and he watched it with me."

"How is it?" Song Ci looked at Shen Yubei with some expectation, and asked: "Am I doing well? Am I beautiful?"

Shen Yubei stared at Song Ci's chubby face for a few seconds before saying: "Your performance looks okay, as for the beauty..."

"It all depends on lighting and post-production."

As soon as Shen Yubei said this, Song Ci wanted to hit someone.

"I don't believe it!"

Song Ci asked Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, do you want to watch the samples with me?"

"Is that the movie you made in France before?" Han Aoyu is not a person who likes to watch movies, especially the kind of literary and artistic movies. But Han Aoyu is still looking forward to the movies made by Song Ci.

"Yeah, the sample is out. Grandpa will watch it with me."

"Well."

And Shen Yubei, who had watched the sample again, watched it again with Song Ci and Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu saw the beginning of the film and said, "This must be a romance."

Song Ci: "Not really, it's mainly about the life of an autistic musical genius, a biopic."

"Then who did you play in the movie?" Han Aoyu asked curiously.

Song Ci was silent before saying, "The actor's girlfriend."

Han Aoyu's eyes widened, "Are you playing someone else's girlfriend?"

Song Ci was a little embarrassed and flushed.

Obviously innocent, but there is an embarrassment of being caught by Han Zhan's grandfather who cheated on other men.

Han Aoyu rubbed his trousers with his palms a few times, and then asked, "Do you guys answer? I watch the current movies, and there are not many who don’t answer."

Song Ci's mouth was closed tightly, like a clam shell.

Shen Yubei looked at the fidgeting Song Ci amusedly, and said in his heart: Your girl also has today.

Zhong Buhui, passing by behind them, stopped and looked at Song Ci curiously.

So have you kissed?

Song Ci's scalp numb. What to do, in the movie, she kissed the actor! If Grandpa sees it, how should I explain it?

Song Ci can be regarded as feeling the taste of shooting himself in the foot.

Under the gaze of Shen Yubei and Han Aoyu, Song Ci shook her head calmly. She said, "My scenes only last for half an hour. No kiss scenes."

Han Aoyu gave a cry, and said nothing.

Song Ci suddenly said, "I'll go to the toilet."

In the third trimester, the urination of pregnant women was normal, and Han Aoyu did not suspect that Song Ci was lying.

Song Ci ran to the toilet and stayed for a while. She quietly came to the front of the electric box and pulled the switch down with a guilty conscience.

Song Ci pulled the switch and heard Han Aoyu mutter in the living room: "Why the power went out?"

As soon as Song Ci turned around, he saw a big man standing behind him.

"My mother!" Song Ci patted his chest, accusing Zhong Buhui: "Uncle Zhong, you stand here silently, who are you trying to scare?"

Zhong Buhui pointed to the electric box and said, "I saw it all just now."

Song Ci hurriedly put her finger to her mouth, "Shhh!"

When Zhong Buhui guessed why Song Ci turned off the electricity, he was a little bit dumbfounded. "Okay, I won't say anything."

Song Ci: "Thank you Uncle Zhong."

Zhong Bugui went back to the living room and heard Han Aoyu say: "No regrets, is there a power outage or a trip at home?"

"It might be a trip. The circuit is aging. I'll check where the problem is." Zhong Buhui smiled at Song Ci and went to the tool room to bring the tools and pretend to check the tools.

Song Ci came back from ‘after going to the toilet’ and said to Han Aoyu, “It seems that the movie will not be made.”

"Then watch it tonight."

Han Aoyu took Shen Yubei to chat again, and forgot about watching the movie. Shen Yubei and Han Aoyu moved to the tea room to drink tea. He caught a glimpse of Song Ci secretly pulling out the sample, and the corners of his mouth couldn't hold back a smile.

Little Fox!

After lunch, Shen Yubei got up and said goodbye.

Song Ci went to send Shen Yubei and left the house. After Han Aoyu couldn't hear him, Song Ci asked Shen Yubei: "Teacher, how are you and Godmother Rongrong?"

Shen Yubei's ears were reddish, and he hesitated: "Don't you know her, she is very annoying. I told her to stay away from me, but she can always find all kinds of reasons to appear before my eyes."

Song Ci smirked and thought: If Godmother Rongrong doesn't shake in front of your eyes, I'm afraid you will be flustered and afraid, then find a reason to shake in front of her.

Song Ci smiled and said, "Teacher, when you get married, I will wrap you a big red envelope."

Shen Yubei blushed, turning into anger, and scolded Song Ci: "Shut up, is there anyone making fun of the teacher like this!"

"Hehe."

Song Ci sent away Shen Yubei, then returned to the room with the sample, and read the sample with the laptop.

Seeing the beautiful woman in the movie lens, Song Ci couldn't help but walk in front of the full-length mirror, looking at herself now.

After pregnancy, her family always changed tricks to cook her food. Song Ci was not the kind of physique that is not fat, but after a few months of raising, she gained tens of catties.

Before she was pregnant, Song Ci, who was just over one meter tall, had only one hundred catties. Now that she is pregnant in August, Song Ci has gained 30 catties of meat!

She will continue to get fat!

Song Ci squeezed his round face, double chin, and fat legs, feeling suffocated.

When Han Zhan came back tonight, he saw Song Ci sitting on the side of the bed sullenly, looking through the beautiful photos of her. He tilted his head and glanced at the photos on Song Ci's phone, and said, "What do you always look at the old photos for?"

Song Ci said, "I think I was very beautiful at that time."

"You are also beautiful now."

Although Song Ci is fat, but the basic features are there, fat is a fat beauty.

Song Ci was not comforted by Han Zhan's words.

Song Ci threw away the phone, she climbed out of the bed and stood barefoot on the wooden floor.

Song Ci turned around in front of Han Zhan so that Han Zhan could look at himself 360 degrees.

Han Zhan:?

"What are you doing? Turn around?" Han Zhan couldn't keep up with Song Ci's thinking.

Song Ci pointed to her double chin and fat thighs, and she asked Han Zhan, "Brother Han, you said that you are fatter and cute. Am I cute now?"

Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci deeply and said, "Of course it's cute."

"How cute?"

Han Zhan racked his brains and thought for a while, and said, "Round and cute?" Like a baby panda.

Song Ciru was struck by lightning.

She was about to cry.

That night, Song Ci didn't talk much, and Han Zhan was tired from work, and did not notice the change in Song Ci's mood.

For many days, Song Ci was depressed. When Han Zhan realized the seriousness of the problem, Song Ci's condition was already very bad.

It was late at night that Song Ci's mental state was wrong.

That night, Han Zhan returned home at eleven o'clock in the evening. He gently opened the door, but saw Song Ci sitting on the head of the bed, not asleep yet.

Han Zhan was a little surprised when Song Ci was not asleep.

Han Zhan turned on the light. "Porcelain treasure, why are you still up? Are you waiting for me?"

Song Ci raised his head, staring at Han Zhan with a gloomy expression in his eyes.

Han Zhan felt that Song Ci's eyes were a little weird.

Song Ci got up and got out of bed. She walked barefoot to Han Zhan's side, and sniffed Han Zhan's neck with her nose.

Song Ci smelled the wine, and she said in a bad tone: "You have been drinking."

Han Zhan felt sorry. He said, "I promised to give up drinking, but today I saw my old friend and I was really happy and couldn't help drinking with him."

Song Ci suddenly said, "I called your assistant this afternoon."

Han Zhan: "Huh?"

Song Ci said, "Your assistant said that you will be off work at five o'clock in the afternoon. But when I called you at six o'clock, you said you were busy."

Han Zhan stayed for a while, realizing that Song Ci was suspicious of himself, his eyebrows jumped, and he felt a little annoyed and a little bit dumbfounded.

"I did get off work at five o'clock, because a friend of mine came to look at Dongcheng and called me and asked me to go out for dinner."

"Do you remember? I told you before that when I was in high school, there was a buddy who had a very good relationship. After graduating from the college entrance examination, he went to join the army with me. He brought his wife and children to see Dongcheng today. We have not seen each other for many years, and we are good brothers, so I left work early and hosted a dinner for them."

Han Zhan explained clearly, but Song Ci still suspected Han Zhan as if it had been horned.

Song Ci asked: "Then why didn't you take me there? Are you really going to see friends?" Song Ci began to get annoyed. She said, "In recent months, you went to meet friends or attend receptions. Don't take me there!"

"Han Zhan, did I get pregnant, gained weight, and became ugly? You don't want to take me out, so you don't take me!" At the end, Song Ci shouted.

Han Zhan was stunned by Song Ci's roar.

He looked at Song Ci, whose temper suddenly exploded, feeling a little shocked. "Porcelain treasure, why do you think so?" The Song Ci that Han Zhan knew was a confident and arrogant girl. When did she become like this?

Suspicious, unconfident, and bad-tempered.

Han Zhan realized that there was a problem with Song Ci's mentality.

Song Ci opened her pajamas, pointed at her belly, and said in pain, "Did you see my belly and the ugly stretch marks on it? You think I'm ugly and you don't love me!"

She squeezed the fat on her arm again, and asked Han Zhan nervously: "When you see my arms that are thicker than the calves of other girls, do you hate me? Have you found something prettier and younger? 'S girl? Are you going to see another woman tonight!"

Song Ci is like a hedgehog, erected with sharp thorns, piercing each thorn into Han Zhan's flesh.

"Han Zhan, why did I become like this! I am not thinking about our children, and I don't want to gain weight, but if I don't eat more, the children won't be nutritious!"

"Han Zhan, how can you hate me! How can you dislike me!"

Song Ci suddenly ran into the cloakroom, opened the cabinet door, and swept all the beautiful skirts, clothes, shoes and bags she bought before pregnancy to the ground.

Han Zhan chased to the door of the cloakroom and saw Song Ci venting his air at those clothes and shoes. He stopped and stared at the scene in shock.

The appearance of Song Ci reminded Han Zhan of a disease——

Depression.

From what day did Song Ci's state start to be wrong?

Why is he unaware?

Han Zhan was worried about Song Ci and blamed himself.

He ignored Song Ci.

Song Ci still felt angry, and threw a set of beautiful jewels on the ground. The gem fell on the ground, and a corner was broken.

Looking at the gorgeous jewels, Song Ci suddenly stopped acting. She raised her head and looked at Han Zhan standing under the door, and suddenly said, "Han Zhan, you haven't kissed me for 20 consecutive days."

"You used to kiss me every morning. If I tease you a little bit, you will lose control and can't help it. But Han Zhan, you haven't touched me for a long time..."

"Is it because I have become ugly? I have become fat?" Song Ci suddenly slammed the meat on her arm. She said, "It's all the fat! All the fat!"

"Song Ci! Don't do this!" Han Zhan hurried over, separated Song Ci's hands, and folded her arms on her back.

Holding Song Ci tightly, Han Zhan panted heavily on Song Ci's head in fear.

Being hugged hard by Han Zhan, Song Ci gradually calmed down.

After calming down, thinking of what she said and did just now, Song Ci was also a little frightened by the unreasonable self.

"Han Zhan, I didn't mean it, I just..." Song Ci whispered in tears, "I'm just scared, I'm so scared, I'm afraid I won't lose weight anymore, I'm afraid you will change your mind and you are afraid of you There is someone out there, I..."

Song Ci didn't know what he was thinking. "Han Zhan, I really didn't mean it."

She felt that it was her fault, that she was making trouble unreasonably, and she began to apologize to Han Zhan.

Hearing Song Ciyu's incoherent explanation, Han Zhan's heart was bursting with pain.

"Porcelain treasure." Han Zhan kissed Song Ci's hair lovingly. He said, "Porcelain treasure, don't be afraid, you are just sick. Brother Han will take you to the doctor and you will get better."

Han Zhan turned Song Ci around, and he lowered his head to kiss Song Ci's tears.

Han Zhan told Song Ci seriously: "Porcelain Treasure, when you called me today, my friend’s car broke down and I was helping him fix it. The reason why I didn’t call you to eat with us is because My friend's wife is Du Xueyan's good best friend. I'm afraid you will be embarrassed if you meet."

"Porcelain Bao, Brother Han didn't despise you, didn't hate you, didn't feel that it would be ashamed to take you out."

"I didn't not kiss you either. I would give you a good morning kiss every morning, but you were still asleep at that time. I didn't have no interest in you either, but you are now in the third trimester and I dare not provoke you."

"Brother Han is not good, Brother Han lied, Brother Han didn't consider your mood."

Han Zhan's speech speed is very slow, and every word is very clear.

Song Ci gradually calmed down when he heard Han Zhan's words.

She told Han Zhan: "I saw a movie sample given to me by the second master a few days ago. I saw that beautiful and charming self in the movie, and the thought that I became this way now made me so sad, so sad. .."

Han Zhan nodded and said, "I know, you are just in a bad mood. I will take you to the psychologist tomorrow. We can't escape."

"...it is good."

Han Zhan pulled Song Ci to the bed and lay down with her.

Half-arming Song Ci, Han Zhan gently patted Song Ci on the shoulder. After Song Ci fell asleep, Han Zhan called Song Fei.

Song Fei is a night owl. At the moment, he is still fighting online and playing games, and he hasn't slept.

"Brother-in-law." Song Fei removed a popping candy and asked Han Zhan: "It's so late, what can you do with me?"

"Sister Fei, how was the psychologist you called Yan Jiang last time?"

"It's a half-hearted man. It depends on our strong psychological quality, A Jiang." After that, Song Fei changed his expression slightly and asked Han Zhan, "Who wants to see a psychologist?"

Han Zhan told her: "Song Ci."

In the game, Song Fei shot him wrong and hit his teammate in the head.

The teammate fell to the ground and couldn't afford it.

"Damn!" The teammate cursed, and soon realized who he was cursing. He hurried down to make a small one, and asked curiously: "F, is there something wrong with you? The gun was shot crooked."

Song Fei said: "Answer the call, you guys play first."

"Row."

Song Fei walked to the balcony with her mobile phone,

She leaned on the railing, stared at the pool downstairs, frowned and asked Han Zhan: "What's the matter, what's wrong with the little idiot?"

Han Zhan told her, "Song Ci seems to be suffering from depression." Han Zhan told Song Fei what Song Ci did tonight.

Han Zhan was only stating the facts objectively, and did not add any fuel. After finishing speaking, Han Zhan asked Song Fei: "Does her state look like depression during pregnancy?"

Song Fei: "It's not like, it is."

Han Zhan felt unpredictable. He said: "I want to take her to see a psychologist. I can't let her go on thinking about it all alone."

Song Fei said, "Send her to me."

"Ok?"

Song Fei said, "Send her here and I will stay with her, and the situation will be better."

"Then try..."

Han Zhan got up early the next morning. When he came to the first floor, he was stopped by Han Aoyu, who also woke up early to practice Tai Chi.

Han Aoyu asked Han Zhan: "Did Song girl lose her temper last night?"

Han Zhan defaults.

Han Aoyu thought that Han Zhan had done something wrong and angered Song Ci, so he told Han Zhan: "You are a man, you are older than her, you have to let her, what do you make her angry?"

"It's not what you think." After thinking about it, Han Zhan still told Han Aoyu about Song Ci's illness.

At first, Han Aoyu didn't understand how serious the depression during pregnancy is. He checked the information and found that when depression during pregnancy is severe, it will kill you!

Han Aoyu was scared into a cold sweat, hurriedly found Han Zhan, and said to Han Zhan, "Hurry up and find a psychologist, don't delay the best treatment time."

Han Zhan said: "Song Ci's sister said, let me send Song Ci to her and live with her for a period of time. Song Ci's condition is not very serious, and Song Fei's company may get better."

"Is it reliable?"

Han Zhan then told the old man how Song Fei healed Yan Jiang.

Han Aoyu only agreed.

So that morning, Song Ci was sent to Song Fei's house by Han Zhan. From this day on, Han Zhan also moved directly into Yan Jiang’s house after get off work.

At this time, Yan Jiang's house suddenly became lively.

Han Zhan did not live in their home for nothing, and all the water and electricity expenses were in charge of Han Zhan.

Song Ci was still very depressed, often weeping for no reason, and after crying, she apologized to the people around her in annoyance. Song Fei saw Song Ci's sickness in his eyes, and felt a little sad.

On this day, Song Ci got up after taking a nap and found that she was the only one in the house. She suddenly had a thought that she was abandoned by the whole world. Song Ci cried again without warning.

She was so sad that she woke Song Fei who was sleeping in the room.

Song Fei heard Song Ci crying, she hurriedly opened the door and ran downstairs, holding Song Ci, who was sitting on the carpet and crying, in her arms.

"Song Ci, don't cry!"

Song Ci clutched Song Fei's arm tightly, crying and asked her: "Song Fei, where have you all gone? Don't you want me anymore?"

"My elder sister is here, how could my elder sister not want you? Song Ci, you are the only relative of my elder sister. Whom the elder sister loses will not lose you!"

Song Ci held Song Fei and cried for a long time before calming down.

Song Fei went and poured her a cup of hot tea.

Song Ci was holding the tea that Song Fei handed over. She took a sip and said listlessly, "Song Fei, am I going to die of illness?"

"nonsense."

"Song Fei, don't have children in the future, it is terrible to have children."

Song Fei said: "I will not have children."

Song Ci smiled weakly and praised Song Fei: "You have the foresight."

Song Fei shook his head and said, "Song Ci, I don't want children, I can't have children."

Song Ci was stunned.

"What do you mean, can't have a baby?" She became stammered.

Song Fei smiled at her relievedly and told her: "Yan Jiang told me that I was not fit for pregnancy in recent years. I felt that this was not right at the time. Later, I went to the doctor for an examination. pregnant."

"The earthquake that year hurt my uterus, and I will never get pregnant in my life. Back then, I was dug out by Yan Jiang himself. He must know how I was injured at that time."

"He told me that I can't get pregnant in recent years, it's just a stopgap measure."

Song Fei walked over to Song Ci and sat down. She leaned on Song Ci's shoulder and said to her: "Song Ci, my sister can no longer be pregnant. You must be strong and give birth to our old Song family's child safely. ."

"The incense of the old Song family depends on you."

This is why Song Fei asked Song Ci to have a child last time and inherit the incense of their old Song family.

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Song Fei can't give birth, this is a foreshadowing that was laid a long time ago.

The reason for lying was to prevent Song Ci from being psychologically burdened. Yan Jiang had long known that Song Fei was unable to have children. He told Song Ci that Song Fei was in poor health and needed treatment, which was also a manifestation of his love for Song Ci.