Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Seeing his shriveled expression, Song Ci must have hit a wall with Song Fei. She asked Han Zhan, "It's boring to be alone with Song Fei, right?"

Han Zhan bent his lips and lied against his will, "Sister Fei is very easy to get along with, I just want to stay with you."

"Don't say anything against her heart, I don't know what kind of virtue she has?"

Han Zhan didn't continue the topic, he asked Song Ci, "Does your stomach hurt?"

Song Ci's menstrual period came, and her lower abdomen was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. She shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"That's good. I'll serve the tea." Taking the tea to the living room, Han Zhan handed Song Fei a cup of tea with a respectful attitude.

Song Fei had no intention of reaching out for the tea, she kept staring at Han Zhan's eyes with cold eyes, and suddenly said, "When she was eight years old, Song Ci was bullied by a male classmate in her class for the first time, how could I help? Did she get revenge?"

Han Zhan stared at Song Fei silently, knowing that Song Fei was going to dispose of him, which was also what Han Zhan expected. As if being aroused by this sentence, Han Zhan lowered his head and asked, "How did you find Song Ci back?"

Song Fei's face was expressionless, but the words in her mouth were somewhat terrifying, "I hid a snake in his schoolbag, and he was bitten and almost amputated."

Under Song Fei's cold gaze, Han Zhan praised Song Fei without changing his expression: "Sister Fei has done a great job. Those who bully Song Ci should be punished." Han Zhan felt that this was not enough, and added another sentence. : "It's not an exaggeration to be struck by thunder."

Song Fei snorted coldly, "Han Zhan, I don't care what your status or status is. If you marry Song Ci, you have to treat her with respect and love for the rest of your life. If you dare to bully her," Song Fei took the tea, but did not drink it. It was the cup of tea that was poured into the succulent potted plant on the table top.

She put down the teacup heavily and said, "It wasn't boiling water that was pouring on you, but sulfuric acid."

Intimidated by Song Fei's actions, Han Zhan's expression did not change, and a faint smile appeared on his face. Turning his head to look at Song Ci behind him, Han Zhan actually said with a look of relief: "It is our blessing for Song Ci to have a sister who loves him so much."

Hearing this, Song Fei couldn't help but glance at Han Zhan.

Good stamina.

Song Ci, who had been standing silently behind Han Zhan, after listening to their conversation, quietly raised her head to look at Han Zhan, and then at Song Fei, who was leaning against the sofa as if she had no bones. She suddenly turned and ran into the bathroom.

When Han Zhan heard the movement, he looked back and saw that the bathroom door was closed, and Han Zhan's eyes were a little helpless.

Song Fei pouted and said dutifully, "It's worth it!"

Song Ci got into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and burst into tears.

This feeling of having relatives supporting me is really good.

When Song Ci came out, her eyes were slightly red, but Han Zhan thoughtfully didn't ask her the reason to avoid embarrassing her. He just pushed the cup of passion fruit tea in front of Song Ci and said to her, "The tea is getting cold."

Song Ci lowered her head and hummed, took a sip of the sweet and sour fruit tea from the teacup.

At this time, Yan Jiang came downstairs after laying down the sheets. He walked over to Song Fei and sat down. Seeing the succulent potted plants scalded by boiling water, Yan Jiang felt a little pain in his heart. This is his favorite pot of succulents!

Song Fei noticed the heartache in his eyes and looked down on him. "Does it hurt?"

Yan Jiang asked her, "Did you splash it?"

Song Fei: "Hands are shaking, I'm not careful."

Then you're shaking just fine.

Song Fei was out of energy and wanted to rest. She stood up slowly and glanced at Song Ci who was drinking fruit tea beside Han Zhan. Without asking anyone's opinion, she said decisively, "Song Ci will sleep with me tonight."

Song Ci didn't think there was anything wrong with Song Fei's arrangement, she put down the teacup and stood up immediately. "Song Fei, you are very tired going upstairs, I will help you." Song Ci supported Song Fei, and the two walked upstairs slowly, leaving Yan Jiang and Han Zhan to look at each other in the living room.

Yan Jiang glanced at Han Zhan silently and said to him, "There is only one guest room in my house"

Between the two, there is bound to be one who has to lay the floor.

Han Zhan also had a complicated expression. He looked up at Yan Jiang's house and couldn't help complaining: "You are really extravagant with only two rooms in such a spacious house."

Yan Jiang: "I never thought that one day in my own home, I would need to grab a room with an adult male." The implication was that Han Zhan was the uninvited guest.

Han Zhan is also not a vegetarian. "You are the spokesperson of Zeus Airlines, but I am the boss of Zeus Airlines." He implied very well-

I am your gold master father, and the bed should belong to me.

But Yan Jiang is also not a good person, he said: "Song Ci listens to Song Fei, and Song Fei will be mine sooner or later." He is a man who can blow the pillow wind by Song Fei's ear!

Han Zhan is willing to bow down!

Neither of them wanted to sleep on the floor. Yan Jiang and Han Zhan had big eyes on small eyes. After a while, Han Zhan compromised. He was the first to speak and said, "I sleep very honestly and don't kick people."

Yan Jiang also said, "I don't snore either."

"Row!"

The two went upstairs together, and after a brief wash, Han Zhan and Yan Jiang slept on a one-meter-eight bed separately.

Two men with long legs and long legs slept on the same bed, which seemed a bit crowded. Han Zhan moved his head on the pillow. He didn't hear the movement in the master bedroom next door. He felt helpless, "Your house is soundproofed."

Yan Jiang didn't sleep either, he was playing with his mobile phone. He naturally understood what Han Zhan was referring to. He said, "The sisters haven't talked together for many years, so there must be something to talk about tonight."

Han Zhan hummed, just wanting to know what they said and whether they talked about him.

Song Fei was able to wake up, and the happiest thing was that Song Ci and Yan Jiang were perverts. "Song Fei is awake, you have got your wish."

Yan Jiang gave a wry smile, "Where?" When he thought of Song Fei's rejection of what she said, Yan Jiang couldn't even make a wry smile. "I confessed to her, and she rejected me, saying that I have a long way to go, and I have to chase it slowly."

Han Zhan sympathized with Yan Jiang's experience, "You still have to grind."

Yan Jiang just wanted to cry.

It was ten o'clock, and it was time for Han Zhan to go to bed. Han Zhan turned his phone to silent, and he said, "I'm going to sleep."

Yan Jiang: "Good night."

Han Zhan turned off the light.

The room suddenly became dark, and Yan Jiang's pupils shrank. He endured and endured, but still couldn't overcome the fear in his heart, and whispered to Han Zhan: "Mr. Han."

Han Zhan didn't open his eyes and let out a puzzled, "Huh?"

Yan Jiang: "Can you turn on the light?"

Han Zhan asked, "Sleeping with the lights on is not good for the eyes." The health care boss is very careful to protect his body, and such a bad habit as sleeping with a night light at night is absolutely not allowed.

Yan Jiang was embarrassed, he said, "I'm afraid of the dark."

Han Zhan: ""

As expected, what kind of pot goes with what kind of lid, a coward like Yan Jiang needs a ruthless person like Song Fei to clean up.