Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Li Li thought he had heard it wrong.

He raised his head and glanced at Han Zhan. Han Zhan was drinking, as if he didn't say the sentence just now.

Li Li narrowed his eyes.

There are circumstances.

"Thank you very much for coming to my birthday dinner. All the donations received tonight will be donated to the anti-domestic violence service organization." On the big screen behind Song Ci, many pictures of domestic violence appeared. There are women with broken noses, children with scars all over, and men who are honestly injured by their wives.

Song Ci looked back at the big screen and turned around. She raised her right arm and clenched her slender fingers into a fist.

In an instant, the magnificent and charming smile on Song Ci's face was put away, replaced by a domineering look. "I hope that everyone who suffers from domestic violence can squeeze your fists, find the right time, and fight against the **** life!"

The word "fudan" was uttered from Song Meiren's mouth, and the scene was stunned, and then everyone started whistling wildly.

Han Zhan looked a little surprised at the arrogant and arrogant woman on the stage, with a smile in his eyes.

In this way, her elegant skin is removed, she is less hypocritical and more real.

Song Ci said a few more words, and finally stepped down to thunderous applause.

As soon as she stepped off the stage, she saw Yan Jiang, who was late.

Yan Jiang wore a moon-white suit, a pair of pretentious silver-frame glasses, and his hair was dyed silver gray. He stood there holding a wine glass, attracting a group of girls to look sideways.

"I thought you weren't coming." Song Ci took out his phone and teased Yan Jiang: "Yan Daxing is here, we have to take a photo together."

"How could I not come for your birthday?" Yan Jiang approached Song Ci and took a photo with her.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci and Yan Jiang from a distance, with a smile on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes. Li Li could see it, Mr. Han, this boring slut, was interested in Miss Song. He must be jealous when she saw Miss Song getting close to other men.

Li Li said inadvertently: "Miss Song has a good relationship with Mr. Yan."

Han Zhan stared at Yan Jiang's face and looked at it carefully before asking Li Li, "Is he the spokesperson of our company?"

Li Li: "Well, the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry, the top traffic star, Yan Jiang."

Han Zhan said: "It is better to find a woman as the spokesperson."

Putting down the wine glass, Han Zhan said again: "It's boring, I'm going back first." He left the charity auction item and left.

Li Li shook his head straight at Han Zhan's back.

"The old iron tree is blooming, tusk."

In the audience, the photo of Yan Jiang and Song Ci ended. Yan Jiang revealed what was hidden behind his back. It was a birthday hat.

Without seeking Song Ci's opinion, Yan Jiang directly put the birthday hat on Song Ci's head. "Happy birthday, Song Song."

Song Ci touched his hat, his lips curled. "Thank you."

Handing the champagne to Yan Jiang, Song Ci said, "Didn't you have a new cat? How about it? Is the cat good?"

Yan Jiang stroked the mouth of the goblet with his fingers, and said, "Very good, very quiet. I will make a room for her, and I will take care of her myself."

Hearing that, Song Ci's eyes seemed to flicker with tears. She quickly raised her head to drink, and when she lowered her head, there was nothing in her eyes. "Since she is raised, we must take good care of her."

"That's natural."

The two clinked glasses, and everything was silent.

The mobile phone in Song Ci's dinner bag rang, and she said to Yan Jiang, "Have fun, I will answer the call."

"it is good."

As soon as Song Ci left, Yan Jiang was surrounded by other women.

Seeing Du Tingting's call, Song Ci walked quickly to the toilet at the end of the corridor outside the banquet hall to answer the phone. "Mother, aren't you coming tonight? The charity party has already begun."

"Song Song." Du Tingting's voice was very tired.

Her heavy tone made Song Ci constrict her eyebrows. "Mother, what happened?"

Du Tingting was exhausted physically and mentally, and said weakly: "I had my wrist cut in the autumn afternoon. If it weren't for the nurse to find out in time, it might be..." Du Tingting didn't dare to mention the word death.

Song Ci opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

She remembered that this happened last time, but she did not expect that in this life, Autumn would still do the same thing as the previous life.

Du Tingting: "There was news from the organ bank this morning, saying that there was finally a panda blood type heart. Qiu'er and another patient's genetic antibodies matched those of the donor. The heart was finally given to the one before Qiu'er. patient."

"I'm afraid Qiu'er will be sad after knowing this. I and your father didn't dare to tell her. But Qiu'er knew about it somehow, and in despair, he did such a stupid thing..."

Hidden in the passage of the rescue staircase in the hospital, Du Tingting sat on the staircase with no image and talked to Song Ci on the phone. After speaking, Du Tingting bit her finger with her teeth, not daring to cry.

After Song Ci listened to Du Tingting's account, she looked up at herself in the mirror with a cold expression on her face.

Song Ci is most fortunate now that he stole Song Fei in advance. In the previous life, it was precisely because of Mu Qiu's suicide by slashing his wrist that Mu Mian made a cruel move towards Song Fei.

"Mom, I'll go to the hospital right away."

Song Ci hung up the phone and went back to the banquet hall to greet his friends and leave.

Seeing that her expression was wrong, Yan Jiang secretly followed. Song Ci was going to the room upstairs to change clothes. Yan Jiang followed her into the elevator and asked in a low voice, "Song Song, what happened?"

Song Ci looked up at him with blood red eyes. "Mu Qiu cut his wrist."

Yan Jiang's expression sank, and Mu Qiu cut his wrists, exactly the same as the plot that happened in the previous life in Song [August One Chinese Network www.81zw.info].

The two looked at each other, and they could see the deep color in each other's eyes.

The elevator stopped, and Song Ci stopped Yan Jiang who was going to accompany her out, "You don't need to accompany her, go back to rest earlier, your cat is still waiting for you to feed. I change my clothes and go to the hospital by myself. "

Yan Jiang stopped when he heard the cat want to feed.

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Switching back to short skirts and flat shoes for easy mobility, Song Ci went straight to the underground parking lot and drove straight to the hospital.

When she rushed to the hospital, Mu Qiu had been rescued back.

Mu Qiu's lips were pale, lying on the bed quietly, looking very weak, but she had already recovered. Mu Mian sat on the stool and rubbed his eyebrows, his face was exhausted, while Du Tingting cried and his eyes were swollen.

Seeing Song Ci coming, Du Tingting came and hugged her.

Embracing Song Ci, Du Tingting is another cry. Song Ci patted Du Tingting on the back. At this moment, his verbal comfort was weak. After Du Tingting calmed down, Song Ci let her go.

Her cry awakened Mu Qiu.

Opening his eyes, seeing the three people standing around the hospital bed, Qi Qi was overwhelmed by grievances and despair. Mu Qiu's mouth slumped and shouted: "Dad!" Mu Qiu burst into tears when he shouted out.

Upon seeing this, Rao Mu Mian, a big man, also softened his heart.

Song Ci followed with red eyes.

The family hugged and cried together, and even Song Ci was crying along with it.