Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci didn't stare at the movie anymore, she poked Han Zhan's arm and asked him, "Did they send you a woman?" Song Ci grew up in Mu's family, and she knew all the things in the mall.

Although he knew that this was normal, Song Ci was still quite resistant. She doesn't mind what Han Zhan's past is like, but she can't accept Han Zhan messing around with people after marriage.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci quite seriously, and Song Ci also calmed down when he saw his serious expression. Han Zhan took Song Ci's hand and said, "you are my wife, and I will never do anything wrong to my wife."

"They sent a woman, but I didn't touch it, not even a finger or a glance." Han Zhan was telling the truth, and he knew that it was hard to convince Song Ci that he could not believe it, but he had no choice but to do it dryly. explain. .

Song Ci gave him a deep look, but didn't look into it any further.

She looked like she didn't care about it, but Han Zhan was clueless. He wasn't sure if Song Ci was really calm now, or if he pretended to be generous. Han Zhan suddenly said: "Or in the future, I will wear a monitor on my body when I go out. You can listen to it at any time, and I will never take it off."

Han Zhan's identity, being able to say such a thing, really values ​​Song Ci very much.

A smile finally appeared on Song Ci's face. She suddenly said, "I'm not interested in eavesdropping on business secrets. If you really want me to feel at ease, why don't you do this? I'll go to Taobao and customize a set of chastity locks for you to wear."

Han Zhan's expression finally changed. "So cruel?"

Song Ci just laughed, but didn't embarrass him anymore. She continued watching the movie, and Han Zhan asked her again, "What's for dinner tonight?"

Song Porcelain: "Fruit salad."

Han Zhan leaned over and smelled it on Song Ci's mouth. He said, "Have you eaten cherry tomatoes?" Han Zhan was very sensitive to the breath, even if Song Ci had already brushed his teeth, he could smell it.

Song Ci nodded.

Han Zhan added, "I want to eat it too."

Song Ci: "Then I'll ask the front desk to bring some." After that, she made a gesture to get the landline phone by the bed. Han Zhan suddenly held her arm, pressed her on the pillow, looked down at her, and said, "It's ready, why bother the front desk?"

Song Ci: "Huh?" Before she could understand what Han Zhan meant, her mouth was kissed by Han Zhan. The old hooligan tasted the cherry tomatoes carefully before letting go of Song Porcelain.

He stared at Song Ci, whose face was flushed, and praised sincerely, "It tastes good."

Song Ci wrapped his arms around his neck and sighed like blue on his face, "There are better ones, would you like to try them?"

Han Zhan gently rubbed Song Ci's eyes with his thumb. He seemed to love her eyes very much, and he always looked for opportunities to touch them. "Is this an invitation?" Han Zhan's voice was hoarse, his eyes became more and more intense, and he couldn't hide his desire to hide.

Song Ci pointed to the complete tools at the head of the bed and said, "The hotel is so considerate, we can't waste them, right?"

"Madam is right."

After some enthusiasm, Song Porcelain was successfully broken into a broken porcelain.

Her head rested on Han Zhan's stomach, and her limp body curled up slightly. Song Ci played with Han Zhan's right hand and carefully looked at the scar on his amputated finger. He was used to seeing it, and Song Ci didn't think the finger was ugly.

Han Zhan also looked away, no longer hiding his hand and letting Song Ci play. Song Ci gradually became sleepy, and fell asleep directly against Han Zhan's body. Han Zhan adjusted her posture and was ready to sleep.

Like Song Ci, Han Zhan habitually turns his phone to silent mode before going to bed. He was about to unlock his phone when he found an unread new WeChat message.

who?

Han Zhan opened WeChat and found that he had a friend named S in his WeChat at some point.

Who is this?

Did an old friend change his WeChat name?

S: [Song Ci is by your side? 】

Han Zhan's eyes flashed.

He asked the other party: [Who are you? 】

The other party's answer was concise, yet shocking: [Song Fei. 】

Han Zhan's expression was startled.

Song Fei? She is awake!

Song Fei sent another message: [Avoid the little idiot, I have something to tell you. 】

Han Zhan suppressed the stormy waves in his heart. He looked back at Song Ci, who was snoring and snoring. He got out of bed with his mobile phone and walked out of the master bedroom. Passing through the tea room outside the master bedroom to the office at the other end, Han Zhan closed the door and sat down on the chair.

He stared at the phone for a while before he typed a sentence and sent it to Song Fei——

[How to prove that you are Song Fei? 】

Song Fei pursued speed and efficiency in her work. She didn't bother to explain, so she directly dialed a video.

Suddenly, he was about to see his wife's maiden family, and Han Zhan was in a hurry. After calming down, Han Zhan just answered the video. As soon as Song Fei's face appeared in the camera, Han Zhan knew that this person was Song Fei and could not be wrong.

Their sisters look too similar, but their temperament is very different. The same facial features, but Song Ci's eyes are full of stars, charming and charming. And Song Fei's eyes were full of ice and snow, and it was daunting to look at.

Before Han Zhan could speak, Song Fei said, "Just like that little idiot, call me elder sister." Feeling that elder sister was too kind, Song Fei said again, "Call me elder sister." Sister Fei was very welcome. .

Thirty-two-year-old Han Zhan stared at twenty-two-year-old Song Fei, having difficulty speaking. But when Song Fei spoke, Han Zhan didn't dare to obey. He shouted in embarrassment, "Sister Fei."

Song Fei nodded coldly, "Yeah." She stared at Han Zhan for a while, and then suddenly commented, "Although she is a little older, she looks stable and reliable, and she looks like a talent, and she is barely able to match that little idiot. to make."

barely succeeded

Han Zhan dared to talk back, he could only listen obediently.

Song Fei finally woke up after sleeping for so many years. If Song Ci knew the news, she would definitely be happy. Song Fei was the only family member of Song Ci in the true sense. He could not offend Song Fei, and if he offended Song Fei, he would never have good fruit to eat.

Seeing that Han Zhan didn't talk much, Song Fei added the label of 'silent and practical' to him, and was even more satisfied with him.

Han Zhan finally found the opportunity to ask Song Fei: "When did Sister Fei wake up? Does Song Ci know?"

Song Fei shook her head. "I only woke up yesterday morning, and I haven't told her yet." Song Fei suddenly became silent, and after a while, she said, "I have a plan that needs your cooperation, so it is inconvenient to tell Song Ci the news of my awakening. Wait for her. Looking back, I will naturally tell her."

Nodding, Han Zhan asked her again, "What do you need me to do with you?"

Song Fei took a deep look at Han Zhan, and that glance had a penetrating power to see through human souls. Han Zhan sat quietly, his expression was as calm as water, and his calm appearance was reassuring.

Song Fei finally retracted her gaze, and she began to tell her plan.

The young and beautiful girl, in the coldest and calmest voice, told a meticulous and cruel plan of revenge. Han Zhan listened without a word, and as Song Fei started to tell, Han Zhan got goosebumps on his back.