Although deep down in his heart, he despised Yan Jiang's timid behavior, but Han Zhan still turned on the light. He turned to his side and fell asleep, and soon fell asleep.

Han Zhan had served as a soldier, and he could sleep under the bitter cold environment. But Yan Jiang is different. Except for Song Fei, Yan Jiang has never been in bed with anyone.

Suddenly going to be in a room with a strange man, Yan Jiang was very uncomfortable. He kept playing with the phone, and his eyes hurt when he played. The phone hit his face several times, and finally he couldn't hold it and fell asleep.

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In the other room, Song Fei whispered to Song Ci.

Song Ci said to Song Fei: "Song Fei, Ajiang..." Realizing that he called Yan Jiang wrong again, Song Ci hurriedly changed his words: "Brother Jiang is the guy who wrote you love letters on your birthday, you know ?"

Song Fei: "Yeah."

Song Ci asked her again: "I forgot to ask you, the first time I received a love letter from a boy, what do you think?"

Song Fei was too lazy to talk with Song Ci about what she had and nothing, she said with a look of disgust: "Sleep." Song Fei turned off the light.

Snapped--

Song Ci turned on the light again, she turned over and lay on her side, staring at the appearance of Song Fei pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, and said plainly: "You are shy." So Song Fei was also shy.

Song Fei didn't say a word, as if he was really asleep.

Song Ci stretched out her index finger and tapped the tip of Song Fei's nose.

Song Fei opened a small slit in his eyes and stared at Song Ci coldly. Song Ci retracted his hands and pressed both of them under his head. Then he said, "I was really taken aback when I knew that Brother Jiang liked you. Who would have thought that such a timid person, Dare to like you."

Song Fei didn't like to listen to this. "What's wrong with me?" Is she a **** or a devil with blue fangs!

Song Ci counted down the big things that Song Fei had done: "The tattooed guy in your class called you a monster behind you. You know, did you lock him in the men's bathroom and let him follow a black eyebrow. Jin Snake stayed all night?"

"Also, when the **** outside the school was following you on a motorcycle, did you use a nail to pierce his wheel and cause him to have a car accident?"

"Oh! Also, there is a long-tongued woman downstairs scolding our mother. Did you distribute the screenshots of her stealing video to the whole community..."

Song Fei: "Shut up!"

Song Ci gave a sullen laugh, and said with emotion: "My parents were worried that when you grew up, no one would dare to pursue you. How did you know that Brother Jiang was so brave."

Song Fei found the scene with one sentence: "I want to tell Han Zhan that you secretly took photos of a senior in high school when you were thirteen years old, and do you still make chocolate weaving a scarf for him?"

"...You are cruel."

The world suddenly became quiet.

I haven't spoken together in too many years. No matter how weak Song Fei is, she can't bear to sleep.

So is Song Ci.

Under the quilt, the sisters' hands suddenly clasped tightly together.

"Song Ci, I'm sorry, you have worked so hard these years." Song Fei said suddenly.

Song Ci's nose and eyes were sore, tears flowed out suddenly. "I should say sorry to you, Song Fei. I am not as smart or brave as you. The person who really should hide in the toilet back then is you."

"I am blind and I recognize the thief as my father. In the last life, you were digged by Mu Mian. I still listened to him stupidly and respected him as a close person. Song Fei, I was useless, but I didn't protect you. "

Song Fei was also uncomfortable.

There is one thing Song Fei hasn't told anyone about. In fact, she also has memories of her previous life. When Mu Mian poached her heart in the last life, she was actually conscious, but she couldn't wake up.

Because she was a vegetable, Mu Mian didn't give her anesthetic when he took her heart. So when the heart was plucked away, Song Fei could feel the pain of the body being cut by the blade and the heart being plucked away, but she couldn't even make a cry.

She couldn't talk about this, she said, it would only deepen the pain in Song Ci's heart.

"Song Ci, when these messy things are completely over, let's go and worship our parents together."

"it is good."

...

The next day, Song Ci went to the intermediary in person and sold the house that the government compensated her for when it was demolished. The location of the house is good, it is close to the subway station, and a very famous foreign private aristocratic school has been newly built nearby. Many people have visited the house in one day.

On the third day, the house was favored by a wealthy family, and the price was pressured again and again by the other party, and finally negotiated at the price of 8.3 million. The other party was very happy, signed the contract within a day, and paid Song Ci the money.

Over the years, Mu Mian has spent 16 million intermittently on Song Ci’s sisters. Song Ci took out his remaining savings, plus the demolition and house sales, as well as the head expenses of the demolition. There are only more than 15 million.

It's still hundreds of thousands.

After thinking about it, Song Ci finally borrowed money from Han Zhan.

After Han Zhan got off work, when Song Ci said about borrowing money, he was a little happy and helpless. "Borrowing money? We are husband and wife, you must [country novel www.yanjuexiangcun.com] tell me the money so clearly? If you want, I will give it to you."

Song Ci said: "You can do anything else, but this is not a good thing. This is the grievance between our sisters and Mu Mian. This money is what I borrowed from you. When Liang Bo makes money, I will Give it back to you."

Han Zhan can only agree. "Okay, but apart from this, you can't be too clear with me." Han Zhan rubbed Song Ci's hair, and said earnestly: "Porcelain Bao, I like you and me entangled."

"Okay." Song Ci rubbed his stomach and asked Han Zhan, "Can I eat durian?"

Han Zhan did not hesitate, but agreed briskly, "Yes."

Song Ci was puzzled, "Don't you can't smell that smell."

Han Zhan said mysteriously: "I was prepared." Han Zhan walked to the kitchen, took out a gas mask from the cabinet and put it on his face, covering the handsome face tightly.

Song Ci was amazed. She couldn't help but took out her phone and took a photo of Han Zhan, and then sent it to Weibo to complain about her brother Han.

Han Aoyu is a fashionable old man, he plays thief on Weibo, WeChat and QQ. Since he knew that Song Ci is a Weibo big V, he quickly paid attention to the other party and asked Song Ci to shut him back.

Han Aoyu's Weibo name is-Uncle Farming.

When Han Aoyu saw Song Ci’s update on Weibo, he couldn’t help but leave a bitter tear for his grandson. He left a message in Song Ci’s comment area: [What a witty child. 】

Zhong Buhui walked into the house carrying the vegetable basket and saw Han Aoyu shaking his head at a mobile phone and sighing. He asked Han Aoyu: "Master, what are you looking at?"

Han Aoyu put down his phone, he said with emotion: "Zhan Zhan is smart, how did he think of wearing a gas mask to resist the durian smell?" Han Aoyu patted his head, annoyed, "Why couldn't I think of it back then?"