Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci was a little surprised. It was against Han Zhan's words to say this kind of lines that old drivers should have. Song Ci took a deep look at Han Zhan, thinking that if this person pretended to be upright, he was still a bad old man.

Oh, man!

Song Ci stood up, muttering that Han Zhan was bored, and ran upstairs to pack his luggage. She stuffed her clothes into Han Zhan's closet and looked at the clothes that the two were next to each other. Song Ci was very deeply aware that she was really tied to this man.

Downstairs, Han Zhan stood in front of the French window and called Grandpa.

The call was answered by a middle-aged man, "Is it Cham Cham?"

Han Zhan hummed, called Uncle Zhong, and then asked, "Where is my grandpa?"

Uncle Zhong looked at the busy old man in the vegetable garden outside the window and said, "The old man is picking tomatoes and he said he is making ketchup. I will send it to you."

Han Zhan looked up at the top of the building and suddenly said, "Uncle Zhong, help bring some bacon and sausages." Du Tingting made a bacon fried bamboo shoots at noon today, and Song Ci, who was afraid of getting fat, took the stack of vegetables and ate a bowl. rice.

She is so thin, Han Zhan squeezed Song Ci's wrist, so thin.

You have to raise it.

Uncle Zhong on the other end of the phone was very surprised when he heard Han Zhan's request. His tone was puzzled, "Didn't Zhan Zhan like to eat sausages and bacon?"

Han Zhan smiled and said, "Some people like it."

Hearing Han Zhan's ambiguous answer, Uncle Zhong was slightly taken aback, his mind turned.

Someone...

What kind of person does this have to be?

Every time Zhong Buhui studied Han Zhan deeply, he knew after saying a few words and then hung up the phone after chatting with Han Zhan.

After a while, Han Aoyu came back from the vegetable garden carrying a vegetable basket, standing in a daze by the landline without regret. He took off his straw hat and asked Zhong not regret: "What are you in a daze? Who made the call just now?"

"Master." Zhong Buhui turned around and said to Han Aoyu with a weird look: "Zhan Zhan just called and said that when we send the tomato sauce, we will send some bacon and sausage by the way."

Han Aoyu: "Oh, there is still at home, just send it, what's all the fuss about."

"But old man, Zhan Zhan doesn't like to eat that." Zhong Buhui's eyes flickered, and he said: "Zhan Zhan said that someone likes to eat sausages. Father, do you think there is something wrong with Zhan Zhan?"

Han Aoyu's eyes lit up. "You mean, that kid finally fell in love?"

Zhong Buhui nodded and said, "I'm afraid it is the case."

Han Aoyu slapped his legs and said excitedly: "No, I have to go and see it myself!" Many years have passed. Since the kid was kicked, there has been no movement in his love life, and Han Aoyu worried about Han. Cham was hurt and couldn't get out.

Where did the living Bodhisattva come from? Thank you for saving his family Han Zhan and the water in the deep water!

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At this moment, the living Buddha Song Ci is sleeping upstairs. She smelled the needle with Han Zhan's breath, thought about it for a while, and finally fell asleep.

Han Zhan hung up the phone and went upstairs. He didn't hear anything. He was a little curious about what Song Ci was doing. He recommended the door and saw a long bag bulging on his bed, revealing a head.

Frozen, Han Zhan's feet became lighter, and he walked to the bed.

Song Ci curled up under the thin quilt, showing only a beautiful and moving face. She frowned when she fell asleep, clutching the air-conditioner with both hands, sweating on her forehead, as if she was stuck in a nightmare and couldn't get out.

Han Zhan squatted by the bed and touched Song Ci's forehead. It turned out to be cold. Han Zhan wanted to pull Song Ci's hand on the sheet and loosen it one by one. Song Ci refused, and screamed twice.

"Song Ci, don't be afraid."

Song Ci still did not let go.

Han Zhan didn't know what to do, so he could only pat Song Ci's shoulder slowly like a mother patted a child on the shoulder, and then sing to her. There are not many songs Han Zhan can sing. Only Li Yuchun’s "Same as You" can be done completely.

In those days when Han Zhan was injured and fell into a decadent period, it was this song that accompanied him to sleep and gave him strength.

But this song is not suitable as a lullaby, but watching Song Ci's painful and desperate look in a dream, Han Zhan finally sang it.

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Who pats my shoulder when I need it most

Who is willing to share with me when he is happiest

So long

I'm by your side

Witnessing your growth makes me feel empowered

Who can forget the wounds that have been with you all the way in the past

Who can predict the long and long future where are you...

Han Zhan is a typical subwoofer, and when he sings this song, he sounds pretty good, but when Song Ci heard the song, his uneasy face gradually calmed down, and the hand holding the sheet no longer turned pale.

Han Zhan found it useful and was very pleased.

After confirming that Song Ci was okay and really fell asleep, Han Zhan covered her with a quilt, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner to a higher brightness, and left.

Hey, it's not easy to raise a little wife. You have to sing to her for the first day of sleep. I don't know what else will happen in the days to come. But Han Zhan found that it didn't feel bad.

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Song Ci woke up and found that it was dark.

She was so embarrassed that she didn't expect to sleep in Han Zhan's bed all afternoon. Song Ci sat up, touched her mouth first, made sure that there was no drool, and then went downstairs.

Han Zhan was not on the first floor, and Song Ci heard occasional speeches in the conference room.

She did not interrupt Han Zhan's work.

But she is hungry, she must eat something.

Song Ci entered the kitchen and opened the oversized refrigerator at Han Zhan's house, and found that the refrigerator was filled with ingredients. Song Ci was relieved. She found the ingredients she needed and hummed a song to prepare dinner.

After the meeting, Han Zhan went downstairs and stood on the platform at the corner of the stairs, staring silently at the woman in the kitchen for a moment.

Song Ci was still wearing the morning suit and humming a song on her neck brace, looking in a good mood.

"Cooking?" Han Zhan walked to the kitchen door at some unknown time.

Song Ci was fishing the corn kernels out of the water. When she heard the words, she said without looking back: "Brother Han, take a seat first. I will also make dinner for you. You can eat it soon."

Han Zhan is full of expectations for Song Ci's cooking skills. He sat down in the dining room and poured two glasses of warm water. After waiting for a while, he saw Song Ci walking out with two plates. Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and thought: Eat Western food?

"Dangdangdang!"

Song Ci put one of the plates in front of Han Zhan, bent over to him, and said, "Mr. Han, please taste it."

Han Zhan's smile suddenly froze after seeing the'dinner'.

On the plate, there was only a large piece of fried chicken breast in the baby's palm, a few pieces of boiled broccoli, a few spoons of boiled corn, and three red cherry tomatoes.

It's pretty good-looking.

Han Zhan took a deep breath, raised his head in disbelief, and asked Song Ci, "You will eat this?"

Song Ci had already sat down in the chair opposite Han Zhan. She cut a piece of chicken breast with a knife and threw it into her mouth, eating it like chewing wax, and then replied to Han Zhan: "Do you think a good figure is a natural beauty? It’s because I restrained my diet to maintain it."

If you want a good figure, you have to manage your mouth well.

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