Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Jiang Shifeng was able to clear his grievances and successfully get rid of the charge of stealing and plagiarism, all thanks to Cecilio's threat to Idris. Afterwards, Jiang Shifeng learned the truth. He and Cecilio sat down and chatted for a long time. After that heart-to-heart talk, the relationship between the uncle and nephew became much closer.

The next day, Cecilio also decided to return home.

Agen and Cecilio have lived together since childhood. In their hearts, Christmas is the most grand festival of the year. Before Cecilio left, he invited Arang and Nan Yanyan to spend Christmas in Rome. Arang agreed when he saw that Nan Yanyan and Nan Guanguan both wanted to go to Italy.

The matter between Nan Guanguan and Allen has not been made public yet, and it is inconvenient for Allen to join in the fun with them for fear of being beaten.

After Arang and the others left, Allen also decided to go to the Paris Makeup Academy to study for a while. Before leaving, Allen gave the little boy Han Zheng a red envelope, which looked bulging.

Song was quite puzzled, wondering why Allen was so generous this time. She opened the red envelope and found that inside was a stack of five and ten yuan in RMB. Put together, it was exactly one hundred yuan, which symbolized a long life.

Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry.

After seeing off my friends, the house suddenly became much deserted.

At the end of the year, Han Zhan's company was busy with affairs, so he stayed in Brussels for a few more days, waiting for the carefully selected nanny to officially take up the post, before he decided to return to China.

The night before returning home, Han Zhan packed his luggage by himself. While packing, he told Song Ci: "Don't stay up late. You have to sleep when the child is sleeping, otherwise your body will be overwhelmed. Also, you must eat on time. Eat enough and don’t be afraid of getting fat.”

"If you are really fat, I will help you lose weight."

"besides."

Song Ci heard that her ears were calloused. She covered her ears with her hands and shouted in a broken voice: "Brother Han, Han Zhan, Mr. Han, Boss Han! Can you stop talking? I don't talk as much as you do." "

Han Zhan put the folded shirts into the box. He looked up at Song Ci helplessly and sighed: "I feel sorry for leaving you here alone, so I want to give you more advice."

Song Ci suffered from depression when she was pregnant with her first child. Han Zhan still feels scared. He is afraid that Song Ci will have random thoughts and become depressed after he is gone, so he talks more.

Song Ci took her fingers away from her ears. She lay sideways on the bed and said to Han Zhan, "I understand that you have to work. After a while, when my wound is almost healed, I will come back. I He’s not a three-year-old, so he shouldn’t be so worried.”

Han Zhan added: "I really want to spend New Year's Day with you."

"I'll try to go back before New Year's Day."

"okay."

After Han Zhan left, Song Ci's life became a bit boring. She was either practicing the piano or spending time with her children every day, and occasionally video chatted with Han Miao and Han Jun. It was finally after Christmas when the incision was completely healed.

Song Ci immediately flew back to China with her children and arrived home the day before New Year's Day. It was snowing lightly on the day she returned home. Song Ci wrapped her down jacket tightly and hid the little one in her arms.

After returning home and walking into the heated room, Song Ci felt warm.

Han Miao and Han Jun knew that their mother and brother would go home today, so they didn't want to go anywhere, so they waited at home. As soon as her mother came home, the two daughters ran towards Song Ci.

"Mom!" Han Miao and Han Jun rushed towards Song Ci and hugged her legs. Song Ci almost lost her balance and was supported by Yan Qingxiu behind her.

Song Ci held the child in her arms and said to Yan Qingxiu: "You have worked hard during this period."

Yan Qingxiu shook his head, "It's not hard." He stared at the sleeping baby boy in Song Ci's arms and asked, "Can I hold him?"

Song Ci handed the child into Yan Qingxiu's arms.

Yan Qingxiu held the child in his arms, looked at it twice, and said, "This child is not simple, he is destined to be a master."

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then told Yan Qingxiu: "His name is Han Zheng, and his great-grandfather named him Han Lingyu. Sir, which path will this child take in the future?"

Song Ci's question was cryptic, but Yan Qingxiu laughed enigmatically and said, "When you enter the official career, you care about the world."

Song Ci had a plan in mind.

Han Jun took Yan Qingxiu's hand, raised his face and said to Yan Qingxiu, "I want to see my brother."

Yan Qingxiu quickly squatted down so that the two young ladies could observe his younger brother. Han Zheng is almost a month old, and his originally wrinkled face has grown a lot. He looks chubby, white and tender, and his eyelashes are long and cute.

Han Miao reached out and poked Han Zheng's face. She didn't know what she thought of, and said something very frightening. She said: "It's so soft, so white, and I want to eat it."

Han Jun turned his head and looked at his sister. She told Han Miao very seriously: "You can't eat people. Eating people is wrong."

Han Miao pouted, and she defended: "I don't want to eat him, I just want to eat glutinous rice balls." She put her hot little hands on Han Zing's face, rubbed it, and said, "Look, it's very Like glutinous rice balls."

Han Jun was doubtful, "Let me take a look." She took away Han Miao's hand and put her own hand on it. Han Jun rubbed hard and woke up Han Zheng immediately, and a loud cry came from Han Zheng's mouth. "Wow wow wow"

Han Jun was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand, stared at his crying brother, frowned and said, "If you don't behave well, you just know how to cry. I don't like him."

Han Miao also disliked it very much. She said: "It's too ugly and not cute at all."

Song Ci followed Yan Qingxiu: "."

We are all children, so don’t dislike each other.

There is a little brother in the family, and it seems that he has become a little toy for Han Miao and Han Jun.

In the evening, after dinner, the two guys stopped playing with toys and reading picture books. After taking a bath, they stayed around Song Ci's bed, looking at their sleeping brother from time to time.

Seeing that the girls were unwilling to leave, Song Ci knew that they actually wanted to stay with him for a while. She patted the big bed and said to Han Miao and Han Jun: "Miaomiao, Junjun, will you sleep with your mother tonight?"

Hearing this, the two little guys nodded sharply without saying a word, and then quickly climbed to sit next to Song Ci.

Han Jun stared at Song Ci's belly and said, "Dad said that mommy's belly was injured and asked us not to touch you."

Han Miao also nodded, and she asked Song Ci very innocently: "Mom, were we all born from your belly?"

Song Ci nodded and said, "Yes, you all grew up in my belly."

Han Miao stared at Song Ci's belly, and she asked, "Can we sleep in your belly tonight?"

Song Ci was dumbfounded by this question. "No, when you grow up, your mother's belly won't be able to hold you."

The two sisters nodded thoughtfully.

Han Miao, who was thinking wildly, suddenly stood up. She unzipped her sleeping bag, touched her chubby belly, and asked Song Ci: "Mom, is there a baby in my belly? Is it a boy or a baby? Baby girl?”

This question was so difficult that Song Ci didn't know how to reply.

Han Jun stared at her sister's belly and said with certainty: "There are three babies."

Han Miao: "Wow, I'm so awesome."

Listening to the children's conversation, Song Ci's head was full of black lines.

Knock knock——

Song Ci heard the noise and looked up towards the exit of the master bedroom. She saw Han Zhan leaning on the partition door between the small bedroom and the master bedroom, looking at the mother and son with a smile.

After not seeing Han Zhan for more than half a month, Song Ci found that Han Zhan had lost a lot of weight and forgot to take off the glasses on his face. "you lost weight."

Han Zhan strode to the bedside, lowered his head and kissed Song Ci's forehead, and said with a smile, "You look a little thinner too."

Song Ci was happy to hear this, and she said, "I am controlling my diet." Song Ci reached out and took off the glasses on Han Zhan's nose, "I rarely see you wearing glasses."

"I've been so busy with work lately, socializing and having meetings all the time. I was so busy that I forgot to take it off."

Han Zhan pushed Han Miao to the middle of the bed, and then lay down along the edge of the bed. "I'll take a nap first and spend time with you tomorrow." Han Zhan was lying on the bed and heard Han Miao and Han Jun talking non-stop. He couldn't sleep, and finally ran to the guest room to sleep.

The next morning, Han Zhan woke up feeling refreshed.

He ran around the track outside the racecourse more than ten times before returning to the guest room to take a shower. After taking a shower, he put on the panda sweater Song Ci knitted him the year before last and went to the master bedroom.

The children have woken up and gone downstairs to eat. Song Ci was still sleeping, her cheek sunk into the soft pillow, and she slept very soundly. Knowing that Song Ci was also tired, Han Zhan didn't wake her up and went downstairs to accompany the children.

It snowed lightly yesterday, and although the sun is shining brightly today, the ground is not completely dry yet, making it inconvenient to go out and play.

Han Zhan had nothing to do, so he took the children to the underground training ground and taught them archery.

Han Miao was not interested in archery and ran away after playing for a few times. Han Jun was born as the God of War, and she was very interested in these weapons. Under Han Zhan's explanation and guidance, Han Jun quickly mastered the skills of archery.

Han Jun hit the target with the first arrow, and it was still the ninth ring. Han Zhan stared at the long arrow on the target, touched Han Jun's head, and said, "I'm proud of you."

Han Jun raised his head and smiled sweetly at Han Zhan.

The father and son played at the shooting range for more than an hour before going up.

By this time, Song Ci had woken up. She was wearing a windproof hat and holding her baby while sitting in the yard basking in the sun while having breakfast.

Seeing Han Zhan walking with Han Jun in his hand, she scooped up a wonton and fed it to Han Zhan's mouth.

Han Zhan opened his mouth to eat the wonton and heard Song Ci say: "I have made an appointment with a photographer. When I am out of confinement, let's take a family photo." After a pause, she added: "I want Wear a wedding dress.”

When Han Zhan heard the last three words, he felt uncomfortable thinking that they had not taken formal wedding photos yet.

Nodding, Han Zhan said: "Okay."

Although Song Ci lost some weight after giving birth, her figure is still much plumper than before her pregnancy, and she can no longer wear those high-end dresses. Han Zhan was well prepared and purchased several gorgeous wedding dresses from Paris in advance. They were all strappy and not finicky.

The day the photo was taken was a sunny day.

On this day, Han Zhan put on a black suit and tied a tie around his neck in a serious manner. He stared at the glove on his right hand for a long time, then finally took it off and walked out of the room.

He walked downstairs and saw his two well-dressed and beautiful daughters. The two sisters wore champagne pink long-sleeved dresses, Hepburn-style leather shoes, their hair was straightened with bangs, and they wore a small crown on their heads.

The Buddha relies on clothes, and the lively and active Han Miao looks like a little princess when she is dressed like this.

Han Zheng, who was held in Yan Qingxiu's arms, was also carefully dressed. He was wearing the same custom-made suit as Han Zhan, and he looked quite presentable.

Han Zhan asked Sister Han Miao: "Where is your mother?"

"Here it is!"

Song Ci's voice came from the cloakroom.

Song Ci has a very large three-story cloakroom, which leads directly from the master bedroom on the second floor to the basement level. It is very luxurious and equipped with an elevator and a spiral staircase. The cloakroom houses Song Ci’s jewelry, various beautiful shoes and bags, and the high-end dresses she collected.

At this moment, Song Ci was walking out of the elevator in the cloakroom.

She wore a champagne pink wedding dress with a strapless skirt and a large skirt. She had her long black hair tied up, a castle-shaped crown on her head, and a diamond necklace from the same series as the crown around her neck.

The jewels are shining, but not as eye-catching as the beauty.

After giving birth, Song Ci's breasts became even more proud. Wearing a tube top style wedding dress, she looked even more round, fair and plump. She held the hem of her skirt in front of her and walked towards Han Zhan. Her steps were elegant and her figure was graceful. Han Zhan was stunned for a few seconds.

Until the children exclaimed: "It's a princess!" Han Miao liked to play with Barbie dolls the most. She jumped up, clapped her hands and said, "My mother is a princess!"

Han Zhan came to his senses and blushed.

They have been married for three or four years, but he still stares at Song Ci in a daze.

Song Ci held up her skirt and saluted Han Zhan, then raised her head and asked Han Zhan: "Am I beautiful, Your Majesty?"

Han Zhan's ears turned red and he said softly: "Of course my queen is beautiful."

Song Ci felt proud, she knew that even if she gained some weight, she would still be the most beautiful fat beauty. Song Ci said: "The photographer has arrived a long time ago. Don't keep him waiting. Let's go."

Song Ci was about to leave when she heard Han Zhan say: "Wait a minute."

Song Ci stopped, lowered his eyes, and looked at Han Zhan in surprise. "What else to do?"

Han Zhan suddenly took a step back, and then knelt on one knee in front of Song Ci.

Song Ci looked at him in surprise and saw Han Zhan holding a ring box in his hand. Song Ci blinked, and then all kinds of emotions, including shyness and excitement, rushed towards her. Her eyes turned red and blurred.

"Han Zhan, what are you doing?" Song Ci looked around and saw that all the helpers had stopped to watch the fun, and her face was filled with embarrassment.

"Song Ci, this time, it's my turn to propose to you." Han Zhan held up the ring and said, "'Han Zhan, from now on, I can only touch your right hand and your tie.' This sentence is The confession you told me when you proposed to me."

"There may be thousands of women in this world who are willing to tie a tie for me, but the only one who is willing to wear a fake finger for me is you. The first time I fell in love with you was from that moment on."

Song Ci couldn't even remember these words, but she didn't expect Han Zhan to still remember them clearly.

Han Zhan opened the ring box and awkwardly raised the ring with the only three fingers on his right hand. He said: "My right hand is indeed incomplete, but my love for you is absolutely complete."

After a pause, Han Zhan smiled at Song Ci and said, "Song Ci, Brother Han has a lot of money and a lot of love. Are you willing to spend a lifetime of money for me and share my lifetime of love?"

Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry.

Is this a show off of wealth or a marriage proposal?

She wiped her tears and laughed, "Okay, I will try my best to spend all your money."

Song Ci stretched out his left hand, and there was already a simple gold ring on his left hand. That gold ring was the matching ring that Song Ci proposed to Han Zhan on the day they received the certificate.

The 6.2-carat oversized diamond ring that Han Zhan gave to Song Ci at the wedding has been collected by Song Ci and is not worn easily. And because this ring is worn every day, it has many marks on it and looks a bit old.

Han Zhan took off the gold ring and put the custom-made ring on Song Ci's ring finger.

The new ring was customized by Han Zhan and the chief designer of the crowning jewelry brand. The design of this ring is very simple, just a simple ring.

The ring looks like silver, but is actually gold plated with silver, making it look like silver. The longer the ring is worn, the silver will fade from the ring over time, eventually revealing the color of pure gold.

Its meaning is very beautiful——

When all the silver fades away and pure gold is revealed, the owner wearing this pair of wedding rings will also have gray hair and will hold hands together until old age.

Butler Cai walked in, stood diagonally behind Han Zhan, lowered his head and asked, "Sir, the photographer is ready. When will it start?"

"Just come."

Although the sun was shining brightly outside, it was extremely cold, so I didn’t go out to take pictures.

Yulongshan Villa has long been selected as the most beautiful residence in Wangdong City. The starry sky dome of the main building of the villa is even famous throughout the country, so the photographer decided to take family photos of them indoors.

The photographer was very demanding and it took him most of the day to take a picture that satisfied him.

After the finished product of the family photo was repaired, the photography studio sent the finished product to the mailboxes of Han Zhan and Song Ci.

After the lunch break, Han Zhan turned on the computer and saw the photos in the email. Han Zhan thought the picture of a family of five in the same frame was so eye-catching that he couldn't help but upload one of the photos to his official Weibo account and wrote a rare confession of love.

He wrote——

[August 10, 2020 was her birthday party, and it was the first time I saw her in a costume.

She held the wine and said to me with a smile: "Mr. Han, you are welcome." When she smiled, her eyes were very beautiful, like a broken Milky Way in a transparent glass bottle.

At that time, a wishful thinking came into my mind: I wanted to put the sky full of stars in a glass bottle and put it in my pocket, and no one was allowed to peek.

Later, I did it.

Now I am ambitious and have a bigger dream: Song Ci, I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. 】

After posting on Weibo, Han Zhan ignored it and continued working.

After work, he remembered and turned on his phone to check the messages from Weibo netizens. As soon as he opened the comment area, Han Zhan saw a message with the most likes——

Song Song Song Song Ci V: I am not your wishful thinking, you are my ideal in the world.

At this point, the main text is complete.

Of course, the story is not finished yet. Wangwang and Jiang Zhen’s wedding, Beibei’s final destination, and Han Miao x Li Ao, Xu Qian x Han Jun