Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Although he despised Yan Jiang's cowardly behavior in his heart, Han Zhan still turned on the light. He rolled over on his side and fell asleep quickly.

Han Zhan was a former soldier, and he could fall asleep even in the harsh and cold environment. But Yan Jiang was different. Except for Song Fei, Yan Jiang had never slept with anyone.

Suddenly wanting to be in the same room with a strange man, Yan Jiang felt very uncomfortable. He kept playing with his phone until his eyes hurt. The phone hit his face several times, and finally fell asleep because he couldn't hold it any longer. �€�

In another room, Song Fei was whispering to Song Ci.

Song Ci said to Song Fei, "Song Fei, A Jiang", realizing that she called Yan Jiang wrong again, Song Ci hurriedly changed her words: "Brother Jiang is the boy who wrote you a love letter on your birthday, do you know?"

Song Fei: "Yes."

Song Ci asked her again: "I forgot to ask you, what do you think when you first received a love letter from a boy?"

Song Fei was too lazy to talk to Song Ci about those things, she said with a look of disgust, "Sleep." Song Fei turned off the light.

Snapped--

Song Ci turned on the light again. She rolled over and lay on her side, staring at Song Fei who was pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, and said with a clear face, "You're shy." So Song Fei would be shy too.

Song Fei didn't say a word, as if she really fell asleep.

Song Ci stretched out her index finger and tapped the tip of Song Fei's nose.

Song Fei opened a slit in her eyes and stared at Song Ci coldly. Song Ci withdrew her hands and put both hands under her head, and then said, "I was really shocked when I knew that Brother Jiang liked you. Who would have thought that such a timid person would be so timid? Dare to like you."

Song Fei didn't like to hear this. "What's wrong with me?" Is she a dominatrix or a devil with green face and fangs!

Song Ci counted down the big things Song Fei had done: "That thorn-headed guy in your class called you a monster behind your back, you know, did you lock him in the men's toilet and let him have a black eyebrow Jin Snake stayed all night?"

"Also, when the gangster outside of school followed you on a motorcycle, did you pierce his wheel with a gun nail, causing him to have a car accident?"

"Oh! Also, there is a long-tongued woman downstairs scolding our mother. Did you distribute the video screenshot of her stealing a man to the whole community?"

Song Fei: "Shut up!"

Song Ci gave a sullen laugh and said with emotion: "My parents were worried that when you grew up, no one would dare to pursue you. How could you know that Brother Jiang was so heroic."

Song Fei used a sentence to get back to the scene: "Do you want me to tell Han Zhan that you had a crush on a senior in high school when you were thirteen years old, secretly took pictures of him, and made chocolate scarves for him?"

"You are cruel."

The world suddenly quieted down.

They hadn't spoken together for too many years. No matter how weak Song Fei was, she couldn't bear to sleep.

Song Porcelain too.

Under the quilt, the sisters' hands suddenly clasped tightly together.

"Song Ci, I'm sorry, I've worked hard for you all these years." Song Fei said suddenly.

Song Ci's nose and eyes were sore together, and tears suddenly flowed out. "It's me who should say sorry to you, Song Fei. I'm not as smart as you, and I'm not as brave as you. The one who should really hide in the toilet back then was you."

"It's me who is blind, and recognizes a thief as a father. In the last life, your heart was dug out by Mu Mian. I still listened to his words stupidly and respected him as a close person. Song Fei, it's me who is useless, and it's me who didn't protect you well. "

Song Fei was also not feeling well.

There was one thing Song Fei had never told anyone. In fact, she also had the memories of her previous life. When Mu Mian poached her heart in her previous life, she was actually conscious, but she couldn't wake up.

Because she was in a vegetative state, when Mu Mian took her heart, he did not give her any anesthesia. So when her heart was poached, Song Fei could feel the pain of her body being cut by a blade and her heart being poached alive, but she couldn't even scream.

She couldn't talk about this, and talking about it would only deepen the pain in Song Ci's heart.

"Song Ci, when these messes are over, let's go to worship our parents together."

"it is good."

The next day, Song Ci personally went to an agency to sell the house that the government compensated her for the demolition. The location of the house is good, it is close to the subway station, and a very famous foreign private aristocratic school is newly built nearby. Many people visit the house within a day.

On the third day, the house was picked up by a wealthy family, and the price was suppressed again and again by the other party, and finally negotiated at a price of 8.3 million. The other party was very refreshing, signed the contract within one day, and said that the money was paid to Song Ci.

Over the years, Mu Mian has spent a total of 16 million on and off for the Song Ci sisters. Song Ci took out the rest of his savings, plus the demolition funds, the money for selling the house, and the head cost during the demolition. of only fifteen million.

Still a few hundred thousand.

After thinking about it, Song Ci finally asked Han Zhan to borrow money.

After Han Zhan got off work, he was a little happy and a little helpless when he heard Song Ci talking about borrowing money. "Borrow money? We are husband and wife. You must count the money so clearly with me? If you want, I will give it to you."

Song Ci said: "You can do anything else, but this is not the case. This is a grievance between our sisters and Mu Mian, and I will borrow this money from you. When Liang Bo makes money, I will back to you."

Han Zhan could only agree. "Okay, but other than this matter, you can't count me too clearly." Han Zhan rubbed Song Ci's hair and said earnestly, "Cibao, I like that you can't be entangled with me."

"Okay." Song Ci rubbed her stomach and asked Han Zhan, "Can I eat durian?"

Without hesitation, Han Zhan agreed briskly, "Yes."

Song Ci wondered, "You can't smell that smell."

Han Zhan said mysteriously, "I've already prepared." Han Zhan walked to the kitchen, took out a gas mask from the cupboard and put it on his face, covering his handsome face tightly.

Song Ci was amazed. She couldn't hold back, she quickly took out her mobile phone and took a photo of Han Zhan, and then sent it to Weibo to complain about her brother Han.

Han Aoyu is a fashionable old man, and he is very good at Weibo, WeChat and QQ. Since he knew that Song Ci was a Weibo V, he quickly followed the other party and asked Song Ci to go back to shut him down.

Han Aoyu's Weibo name is Uncle Farming.

After seeing Song Ci's update on Weibo, Han Aoyu couldn't help but shed bitter tears for his grandson. He left a message in Song Ci's comment area: [What a witty child. 】

Zhong Bugui walked into the house with a vegetable basket, and saw Han Aoyu shaking his head and sighing at a mobile phone, he asked Han Aoyu, "Master, what are you looking at?"

Han Aoyu put down his phone, he said with emotion: "Zhan Zhan is smart, how did he think of wearing a gas mask to resist the odor of durian?" Han Aoyu patted his head, annoyed, "Why didn't I think of it back then?"