Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan didn't know that Song Ci still had such a glorious past. Although Han Zhan does not understand the rhythm, he also knows how high the status of Shen Yubei is in the music and art circle. "Shen Yubei is very famous, I know him. Rongrong's godmother once worked with Teacher Shen Yubei, and I was fortunate enough to meet him."

As a disciple of Shen Yubei, Song Ci must be very good if you want to come.

Han Zhan had seen Song Ci play the violin at her birthday charity dinner. Song Ci, who plays the violin, has an indescribable charm.

Han Zhan had a question in his heart. He asked Song Ci, "Why did you become a pilot in the end, who likes the violin so much?"

Song Ci felt very guilty. She lowered her head, looked at her hands, and said in a low voice, "When I was fourteen, my parents and sister accompanied me to the National Youth Violin Finals. Departing, planning to travel in Bijiang City for a few days."

"Unexpectedly, we suffered an earthquake"

Song Ci's face turned pale when she thought of that dark time. "After the earthquake, I had a severe mental disorder, and I became afraid to touch the violin. As soon as I touched the bow, I thought of my bloody parents and my unconscious sister, my hands would tremble, no Stop shaking and I can't play the violin anymore."

Han Zhan didn't expect that behind Song Ci's abandonment of the violin, there was such a dark past.

He held Song Ci's hands, and the right hand with the broken fingers was covered on the back of Song Ci's fair hand, a bit ugly. But at the moment, no one disliked it. Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "What is it that makes you cheer up again?"

Song Ci smiled embarrassedly, and she said, "After my divorce from Cheng Ziang in the last life, I received psychological treatment for a period of time and gradually got better." It was a blessing in disguise.

Han Zhan frowned as soon as he heard the name of Cheng Ziang's grandson. He ignored the annoyance in his heart and asked Song Ci again, "What makes you want to be a pilot?"

Song Ci's eyes lit up with admiration. She raised her head slightly and said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you before that I have a crush."

Han Zhan nodded silently, looking at her strangely.

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan carefully, and was relieved to see that Han Zhan didn't mind talking about his crush. Song Ci told Han Zhan: "Actually, the object of my secret crush is the People's Liberation Army."

Han Zhan: "Is that so?"

Song Ci: "He saved me, gave me a second life, and is my hero."

"Hero?" Han Zhan repeated the word, his mood was indescribably complicated.

Song Ci nodded fiercely, "Well, he's my hero, the real hero." Song Ci pressed her chest, her breathing became lighter, "After the earthquake, I was trapped in the rubble for two days, it was the People's Liberation Army My brother found me. But the god of luck did not favor us. He hadn't rescued me before an aftershock occurred. A dangerous building next to us collapsed, pinning me and him down."

"And in order to protect me, he directly blocked me with his flesh and blood."

"He was the one who kept talking with me when I was held down. He told me about his mother, about his grandfather, and about his dreams." Song Ci shook her head and smiled. She said, "Actually, I I can't even see what he looks like. In that case, everyone is disgraced. It's strange to be able to see what he looks like. But I just like him. He is very warm and can sing to me, although it's hard to hear."

Han Zhan was strangely silent for a moment. Before Song Ci was about to speak again, Han Zhan suddenly asked her, "He sings badly?"

"Well, I've never seen such a tone-deaf person, and none of them sang to the right tune." Although he was the brother he had a crush on, Song Ci showed no mercy when he complained about him.

Han Zhan's face was a little dark. "It's impossible to sing a word wrong."

Song Ci: "What did I lie to you for? It's really tone-deaf."

Han Zhan simply stopped talking.

Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan and asked him, "Why don't you speak suddenly? Are you jealous?"

Han Zhan shook his head mixedly, "No."

"Then why don't you speak?"

Han Zhan stepped over the topic and asked her again, "Then what does this have to do with you being a pilot?"

Song Ci nuzui and said: "My brother in the People's Liberation Army told me that he thinks female soldiers who fly planes are the most charming. He said that his mother used to be a female pilot, the kind that drives fighter jets. Then I like him, and I must not be the most charming. woman?"

Han Zhan was a little surprised, "Just for this?"

"Huh." Song Ci was actually very simple, rough, and brainless. After she found that she could no longer play the violin, she made 'becoming a female pilot' her goal.

Unfortunately, because of the earthquake injury, there was a long scar on the waist, which was brushed off during the final interview. She had to go to the civil aviation plane for the next best thing.

Han Zhan touched her hair and told her, "If that PLA brother knew that there was a little girl who worked so hard for his words, he would be very relieved."

Song Ci's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"real."

Song Ci was satisfied. She fell on the pillow and said, "Let's go to Austria for our honeymoon. Brother Han, will you accompany me to the Golden Hall to watch the performance?"

"it is good."

This evening, the newlyweds were discussing their honeymoon arrangements. The young girl who is dying is mired in the guilt of her father and the desire to live. A man who is afraid to sleep at night is still working late on the filming studio.

In a certain corner of the city, on a spacious bed, a sleeping woman slowly opened her eyes that had been closed for eight years!

The dim light entered Song Fei's eyes.

She gradually opened her eyes, and after she was fully accustomed to the brightness, she then looked at the environment she was in.

There was darkness all around, but in the darkness, vague outlines of some furniture could be seen.

Song Fei was confused, where is this?

But soon Song Fei calmed down. She tried to get up, but her body that had been inactive for many years was weak and limp, and she couldn't even stand up.

Lying quietly for a while, Song Fei raised her hands again and sat up with gritted teeth. She slowly moved her legs to the edge of the bed and stepped on the wooden floor. She tried to stand up, failed the first time, still failed the second time, stood up the third time but fell to the ground with a thud.

After struggling on the ground for a long time, Song Fei finally stood up with the bedside table. With a malnourished body, her legs were trembling when she stood up, she took the first step tremblingly, and stood there for a while before taking the second step.

Snapped!

She turned on the light.

The dazzling light got into her eyes, and Song Fei closed her eyes abruptly. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, looking at the room she was in with a pair of eyes that were similar to Song Ci but with an indifferent expression.