Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After saying goodbye to Cheng Yanmo, Mu Qiu went home. In the shower, she washed her hair by the way. She took off her hijab and found a hairdryer to dry her hair. Pulling open the drawer, Mu Qiu reached for the hair dryer, but his eyes were taken away by the soft ruler next to the hair dryer.

Thinking of the post I saw before, I don't know what form it came from, Mu Qiu took out the soft ruler, pulled it apart, and compared.

Mu Qiu suddenly lost the soft ruler, and his heart was beating wildly. �€�

Song Ci took off the neck brace today. On the way home, Han Zhan couldn't help but glanced at Song Ci's neck several times while waiting for the red light. With such a white neck, it is easy to leave his mark.

Han Zhan's eyes were too aggressive, Song Ci noticed it, and was restless. She knew that she would definitely not be able to sleep until midnight tonight. Thinking of what was going to happen later, Song Ci was both afraid and looking forward to it.

Brother Han has good skills and physical strength. Song Ci likes to be close to Han Zhan. However, physical strength is too good, and it is not a good thing.

The car drove into the underground garage. Without a word, Han Zhan and Song Ci unbuckled their seat belts and got out of the car, and entered the elevator one after the other. Song Ci was standing near the elevator door, and Han Zhan was slightly behind.

Song Ci stared at the reflective wall of the elevator, and saw that Han Zhan had been staring at his body behind him, his eyes were domineering and deep as if he was looking at his own possessions. The elevator rose slowly, Song Ci and Han Zhan still did not talk, but an invisible flame was burning and roasting in the elevator car.

The longer the silence is now, the more shocking the explosion will be.

The elevator finally stopped at the door of Han Zhan's house.

The house that Han Zhan bought was one elevator per household. The elevator went straight to his door, and the entrance from the elevator belonged to his home. The two stepped out of the elevator, Song Ci in the front and Han Zhan in the back.

Song Ci took out the key in the bag to open the door. As soon as the key was inserted into the keyhole, a pair of strong iron arms wrapped around her waist. Song Ci's ear was held by Han Zhan.

Being stimulated, Song Ci's scalp was numb and her hands were shaking. She shivered and opened the lock, and as soon as she opened the door, Han Zhan pushed her body from behind and fell into the room.

Song Ci almost fell, and was hugged by Han Zhan, who had long arms and legs. After a while, Song Ci's back pressed against the wall, she raised her head to meet Han Zhan's suggestive eyes of desire, and was secretly shocked.

"Brother Han." She subconsciously swallowed. Pointing to the second floor, Song Ci said, "Go to the second floor?"

"Do not."

Han Zhan suddenly picked Song Ci up and took her to the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room camera. Putting Song Ci down, Han Zhan opened the curtains, and the bustling night scene slowly unfolded at the feet of the two of them.

Han Zhan said beside her, "Porcelain, I will definitely accompany you tonight."

Hearing this, Song Ci's legs softened.

Song Ci looked at the gorgeous night lights and felt a little warm in her heart. She couldn't help thinking of following Han Zhan home on the first day, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, making fun of Han Zhan like an old driver.

At that time, Song Ci relied on Han Zhan not to really touch her, so she had no fear. But now it's time for real swords and real guns to play, Song Ci is cowardly.

"Afraid?" Han Zhan asked deliberately.

Being provoked by Han Zhan, Song Ci suddenly turned against his bones, and said very ruthlessly: "Who is afraid of who is a dog!"

After a long time, the enthusiasm gradually calmed down. Every bone in Song Ci's body exudes a sense of laziness and powerlessness. Her head is lying on Han Zhan's pillow, her ears are slightly red under her short hair.

Han Zhan brought a cup of warm water and coaxed Song Ci to drink it, deliberately teasing her: "Porcelain dog, drink water."

Song Porcelain: ""

"I'm your porcelain treasure before going to bed, and I'm your porcelain dog after going to bed. Brother Han, you are too realistic." Song Ci gave Han Zhan a fierce look, and then opened her mouth to hold the cup and sip it. Mouthwatering.

The throat that had cried and shouted was moistened with warm water and felt much more comfortable.

Han Zhan sneered.

Song Ci felt her lips were a little dry, and she mumbled, "Where's my lip mask?"

Han Zhan asked her, "Which one is?"

Song Ci closed her eyes and said, "The most delicate and compact one, the dark green one."

"Let's take a look." Han Zhan put down the water glass, went to Song Ci's dresser, searched in the drawer, and found two small dark green jars. "There are two, both dark green," he said.

Song Ci: "One is eye cream and the other is lip mask."

Han Zhan simply took both. Song Ci opened his eyes and pointed to one of them. Han Zhan handed it to her, but Song Ci stuffed the lip mask into Han Zhan's right hand. She said, "You can wipe it for me."

Han Zhan took off the gloves and prosthesis, and could only use his thumb and the remaining two fingers to hold the lip mask. He glanced at Song Ci and agreed, "Okay."

Song Ci lay directly on Han Zhan's lap. She was still dissatisfied and said, "Your muscles are too hard, it would be better if they were softer."

Han Zhan told her: "Many men don't pay attention to fitness and exercise, and they start to gain weight after 30. Do you like fatter?"

Song Ci thought about what Han Zhan looked like after gaining weight.

He is tall and fat again

Sitting in the car, the wheels will probably deflate. Press on her and she will probably die.

Song Ci quickly shook her head, "It's better to be firmer."

Han Zhan chuckled.

He carefully applied the lip mask to Song Ci. Although it was the first time to do such a thing, he was not clumsy. After wiping, Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's eyelashes. She closed her eyes, and her curled eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on the bottom of her eyes.

Han Zhan's fingertips swept across Song Ci's eyelashes.

Song Ci said, "It's all your fault. It's not good to hate anything, but I hate long hair. If my hair was still there, it would be comfortable to touch." Speaking of hair, Song Ci felt heartbroken.

Han Zhan also knew that he was wrong. He didn't compete with Song Ci, but praised him sincerely: "You look good like this."

Song Ci hummed proudly, and she said, "No, I'm Song Ciye. Since high school, I've been the school flower. A few years ago, the university league voted for the most beautiful school flower, and I was the number one every time."

Han Zhan pretended to be surprised, "Oh? Is it that powerful?"

"Yeah, marry a beautiful young girl like me, Brother Han, you should snicker when you sleep."

Han Zhan was amused by Song Ci. "Yes, it was my toad who ate the swan meat."

Knowing that Han Zhan was just making fun of himself, but listening to him belittle himself, Song Ci felt uncomfortable again.

Song Ci suddenly opened her eyes and took a serious look at Han Zhan. She touched Han Zhan's face, but said, "I climbed up on you." Song Ci knew very well how much she weighed, as Han Zhan's identity In terms of status and financial resources, how could Song Ci be worthy of him?

It was she who was reborn once. After knowing Han Zhan's true identity, she deliberately approached Han Zhan before getting on the long legs before others. Without the golden finger of rebirth, Song Ci and Han Zhan would always be two strangers.