Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci was a little surprised that such a line that an old driver should have had to say from Han Zhan's mouth was against peace. Song Ci took a deep look at Han Zhan, thinking to himself, this man pretended to be self-righteous, but he was still a vile old man in his bones.

O man!

Song Ci stood up, muttered that Han Zhan was bored, and ran upstairs to pack his luggage. She stuffed her clothes into Han Zhan's closet, and looking at the clothes they were wearing next to each other, Song Ci realized deeply that she was really tied to this man.

Downstairs, Han Zhan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and called his grandfather.

The call was answered by a middle-aged man, "Is it Zhan Zhan?"

Han Zhan hummed and called Uncle Zhong before asking, "Where's my grandfather?"

Uncle Zhong looked at the busy old man in the vegetable garden outside the window and said, "The old man is picking tomatoes. He said that he wants to make tomato sauce and send it to you."

Han Zhan looked up at the top of the building, and suddenly said, "Uncle Zhong, please bring some bacon and sausages." Du Tingting made a fried bamboo shoots with bacon at noon today. Song Ci, who was afraid of getting fat, ate a bowl of the veggies. meal.

She was so thin that Han Zhan pinched Song Ci's wrist, which was unbelievably thin.

Take good care of.

Uncle Zhong on the other end of the phone was very surprised when he heard Han Zhan's request. His tone was puzzled, "Didn't Zhan Zhan like to eat sausages and bacon?"

Han Zhan smiled and said, "Someone likes it."

Hearing Han Zhan's ambiguous answer, Uncle Zhong was stunned and his mind turned.

someone

What kind of person does this have to be?

Zhong Bugui didn't look into Han Zhan deeply, said that he knew, and chatted with Han Zhan for a few more words before hanging up.

After a while, Han Aoyu came back from the vegetable garden with a vegetable basket, and saw Zhong Buregai standing beside the landline in a daze. He took off his straw hat and asked Zhong Bugui: "What's the daze? Who called just now?"

"Master." Zhong Bugui turned around and said to Han Aoyu with a strange expression, "Zhan Zhan called just now and said that when we send tomato sauce, we can send some bacon and sausage by the way."

Han Aoyu: "Oh, I still have it at home, just send it, what's the fuss about."

"But old man, Zhan Zhan doesn't like to eat that." Zhong Bugui's eyes flickered, and he said, "Zhan Zhan said that some people like to eat sausages. Old man, do you think Zhan Zhan is in a situation?"

Han Aoyu's eyes lit up. "You mean, that kid is finally in love?"

Zhong Bugui nodded and said, "I'm afraid that's the case."

Han Aoyu clapped his leg and said excitedly, "No, I have to go see it myself!" It's been so many years, since the kid was kicked, his love life has been quiet, Han Aoyu is worried about Han Zhan was hurt and couldn't get out.

Where did this living Bodhisattva come from, he saved his family Han Zhan and was in dire straits, thank you! �€�

At this moment, the living Bodhisattva Song Ci is sleeping upstairs. She smelled the pillow with Han Zhan's scent, thought for a while, and finally fell asleep.

Han Zhan hung up the phone and went upstairs. He didn't hear anything, and was a little curious about what Song Ci was doing. He pushed open the door and saw a long bag bulging on his bed, revealing a head.

After being stunned for a while, Han Zhan's feet became lighter and he walked to the bedside.

Song Ci curled up under the thin quilt, revealing only a charming face. When she fell asleep, her brows were also furrowed, her hands were clutching the air conditioner quilt tightly, and a layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, as if she was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't get out.

Han Zhan squatted beside the bed and touched Song Ci's forehead, it turned out to be cold. Han Zhan wanted to release Song Ci's hands one by one, holding the sheet. Song Ci refused, and murmured twice.

"Song Ci, don't be afraid."

Song Ci still didn't let go.

Han Zhan didn't know what to do, so he could only tap Song Ci's shoulder in a slow rhythm like a mother patted her child's shoulder, and sang to her. There are not many songs that Han Zhan can sing. The only song that can be sung completely is Li Yuchun's "Like You".

In those days when Han Zhan was injured and fell into a period of decadence, this song accompanied him to sleep and gave him strength.

But this song is not suitable for a lullaby, but seeing Song Ci's pain and despair in a dream, Han Zhan finally sang it.

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Who patted me on the shoulder when I needed it most

Who is willing to share with me when the happiest

days are so long

I'm by your side

Watching you grow makes me feel empowered

Who can forget the hurt that came along with you in the past

Who can predict the vast and long future, where are you?

Han Zhan is a typical subwoofer. When he sang this song, it was quite pleasant, but Song Ci heard the song, his uneasy face gradually calmed down, and his hand holding the sheet was no longer pale.

Han Zhan found it useful and was deeply pleased.

After confirming that Song Ci was alright, she really fell asleep, Han Zhan covered her with the quilt, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, and then left.

Hey, it's not easy to raise a petite wife. I have to sing to her on the first day of sleep. In the days to come, I don't know what else will happen. But Han Zhan found that it didn't feel bad. �€�

Song Ci woke up and found that it was dark.

She was embarrassed, but she didn't expect to sleep in Han Zhan's bed all afternoon. Song Ci sat up, touched her mouth first, made sure there was no saliva, and then went downstairs.

Han Zhan was not on the first floor, and Song Ci heard occasional speeches in the conference room.

She didn't disturb Han Zhan's work.

But she was hungry and she had to eat something.

Song Ci entered the kitchen, opened the oversized refrigerator in Han Zhan's house, and found that the refrigerator was full of ingredients, Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief. She found the ingredients she needed and hummed a song to prepare dinner.

After Han Zhan finished the meeting, he went downstairs and stood on the platform at the corner of the stairs, staring silently at the woman in the kitchen for a moment.

Song Ci was still wearing the morning clothes, humming a song with a neck brace, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Cooking?" Han Zhan walked to the kitchen door at some point.

Song Ci was pulling the corn kernels out of the water. When she heard the words, she said without looking back, "Brother Han, sit down first, and I'll make dinner for you, and you can eat it right away."

Han Zhan is full of expectations for Song Ci's cooking skills. He sat down in the restaurant, poured two cups of warm water, and after waiting for a while, he saw Song Ci came out with two dishes. Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and thought: Eat Western food?

"Dang Dang Dang Dang!"

Song Ci put one of the plates in front of Han Zhan, bent over to him, and said, "Mr. Han, please taste."

Han Zhan's smile suddenly froze after seeing 'dinner'.

On the plate, there was only a piece of fried chicken breast the size of the baby's palm. Next to the meat were a few pieces of boiled broccoli, a few spoons of boiled corn kernels, and three red cherry tomatoes.

The platter is pretty nice.

Han Zhan took a deep breath, raised his head in disbelief, and asked Song Ci, "You just eat this?"

Song Ci had already sat down on the chair opposite Han Zhan. She cut a piece of chicken breast with a knife and threw it into her mouth, and ate it with gusto. Then she replied to Han Zhan: "Do you think a good figure is a natural beauty? I was able to maintain it by restraining my diet."

If you want to be in good shape, you have to keep your mouth in check.

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