Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 48 The Showing Love of Brother Han (1 more) �€�

Li Li drove to the company by himself and met Han Zhan in the company's underground parking lot. "Morning, Mr. Han."

"morning."

Carrying the briefcase, Han Zhan stepped into the elevator first.

Carrying breakfast in his left hand and briefcase in his right, Li Li quickly got into the elevator. When the elevator door closed, Li Li handed the prepared breakfast to Han Zhan and said to him, "My mother made the Xiaolongbao this morning."

Li Li lives with his 60-year-old mother, and Li Li is responsible for Han Zhan's daily breakfast.

Today, however, Han Zhan stared at the Xiao Long Bao for a while, then waved his hand and said, "No, I've eaten it."

Li Li didn't think much about it, he just said, "How can I make it myself today?" Han Zhan didn't eat breakfast outside, either made it himself or let Li Li take it with him.

Today is not a special day, how could Mr. Han cook by himself?

Han Zhan shook his head and said, "I didn't do it myself."

Didn't do it yourself?

Li Li gave him a strange look. "Who did it?"

Han Zhan: "Song porcelain."

Li Li was taken aback. "In the morning, Miss Song will make you breakfast." Li Li's eyes suddenly widened. He pointed to Han Zhan and said incredulously, "Miss Song went to your house last night?"

Not only went to his house, but slept in his bed.

"We're living together." Han Zhan admitted frankly that there was no point in hiding it. Two people living together could always be discovered, so he simply confessed himself.

Li Li was really shocked by this news.

Han Zhan glanced down at Li Li, who was making a fuss, and said, "Every morning, you don't have to worry about my breakfast." After a while, Han Zhan added a knife to the single Li Li: "I My girlfriend will do it for me."

"Ah, good." Li Li still couldn't recover, and was still in a daze.

When he came to the office, Han Zhan sent Song Ci a text message. He didn't see her reply after a while, so he put down his phone and turned on the computer to do his own business.

At home, Song Ci changed clothes, put on makeup, chose one hand to carry the bag, and began to stuff things in the bag in an orderly manner. Sunscreen spray, umbrella, lipstick, makeup powder

After packing up, Song Ci found her phone on the sofa, unlocked it and walked to the door. The unlock was successful, and an unread message poured into the eye.

Song Ci opened the text message and saw Han Zhan say: [Tomorrow morning, I want to eat hot and sour rice noodles. 】

What can Song Ci say, of course it's good.

The phone vibrated, and after Han Zhan typed a line, he picked up the phone and glanced at it. Song Ci only replied him with a good word, and after reading the information, Han Zhan turned off his mobile phone and continued to work intoxicated.

Song Ci got Brother Long's phone number from Han Zhan in the morning. Before she changed her clothes, she called Brother Long to inform him that she would go out today.

When Song Ci went to the underground garage, he really saw a man in front of Han Zhan's car.

Song Ci stared at the figure and looked at the figure. The man was very thin, only about 1.7 meters tall. He was wearing a green tracksuit and had a car key in his hand, and it looked like he would be there for a while.

This is not like Brother Long, but like Brother Monkey.

Brother Long is a cautious person, Song Ci just stared at him for a few more seconds, then he turned back quickly as if he had a radar installed on his body, and his eyes were accurately locked on Song Ci.

Seeing Song Ci, the man's stern expression evoked a restrained smile. "Miss Song?"

Song Ci walked towards him and asked with a smile, "Brother Long?"

Song Ci was wearing high heels and approached Brother Long, and found that she was a little taller than Brother Long. Song Ci couldn't help but wonder: Brother Long, who is so thin and weak, can really protect her?

"Hello Miss Song, I'm Long Yu."

"Thank you for your hard work, I'm going to the Red Cross now."

"It's not hard, get in the car."

Brother Long was driving, and Song Ci was sitting in the back row.

Long Yu's car drove smoothly, and Song Ci quickly felt relieved. She leaned on the car seat and played with her mobile phone, downloaded a gourmet app, and learned how to make 'spicy and sour rice noodles' on it.

There was no music in the car, so Long Yu listened to 'Ginger shredded', 'Chop up a small handful of pickled cabbage', 'Prickly prickly ash and dried red chili for spare'

When the car stopped at the Red Cross, Long Yu turned around and said to Song Ci, "Miss Song, the Red Cross is here."

Song Ci has been able to recite the practice of hot and sour rice noodles by heart. She turned off her phone, thanked Long Yu, picked up the black pot cap on the side and put it on, covering most of her face, before approaching the Red Cross office building.

Finding the person in charge, Song Ci said directly, "I'm Song Ci. I filled out a posthumous organ donation form before, and I want to ask about something."

"Hello, Miss Song."

The staff didn't know Song Ci, so naturally they didn't know that she was the first lady who was famous in Wangdongcheng. With a kind smile, he asked Song Ci, "What does Miss Song want to consult?"

Song Ci said: "The executor on my organ donation book is my adoptive father, but I am about to get married. Out of respect and love between husband and wife, I want my husband to be the executor of my organ donation after my death. Man, can you still change it?"

The staff smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Of course you can, in fact, the executor doesn't necessarily need your father and husband, you can also find someone you trust."

"Then can I change it now?"

"Yes, you need to fill out a few forms."

Song Ci filled in several documents and successfully changed the executor to Han Zhan.

After leaving the Red Cross, Song Ci returned to Mu's house. Du Tingting has been feeling unwell these days and always feels tired, so she didn't go to work in the studio. She was resting at home alone when she suddenly heard the sound of a car.

Du Tingting got up from the bed, looked downstairs from the window, and saw Song Ci getting out of a black Volvo. Du Tingting was a little surprised. She raised her voice and asked Song Ci, "Song Song, why are you back?"

Song Ci looked up at Du Tingting, smiled at her, called her mother, and said, "I have something to do when I come back."

"I'll come down here."

When Song Ci saw Du Tingting, her brows suddenly wrinkled. "Mother, are you feeling unwell?"

Du Tingting's complexion was very bad, and she was listless, as if she had caught a cold.

"Maybe I'm too tired. I always feel sleepy and sleepy these days." Du Tingting didn't take her body seriously, she pulled Song Ci to sit down and asked her, "Did you forget something? took it?"

Song Ci shook her head. "It's like this." Song Ci took out a sales plan, pointed to one of the houses, and said to Du Tingting, "Mother, this is the case, I want to buy a house. This is it, three bedrooms and two halls, one hundred and sixty flat."

"Why did you suddenly think of buying a house?" Du Tingting thought of Han Zhan, so she lowered her face and asked Song Ci, "Did Mr. Han tell you something? Is he afraid of having a property dispute with you after marriage?"

Speaking, Du Tingting's tone became angry.

If Han Zhan is such a careless person, then Song Ci will definitely not marry him!