Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci is young, although she doesn't care about the result of the selection, she is still proud of being pleased by so many men.

Han Zhan suddenly released Song Ci's finger.

He said: "It's ten o'clock."

Song Ci was baffled, but saw Han Zhan get up quickly and left the room directly.

Song Ci thought that Han Zhan was going to the living room downstairs to sleep, feeling a little disappointed and a little proud. But after a while, I saw Han Zhan came back. He didn't come back empty-handed. When he came back, he was holding a pair of handcuffs and a roll of tape.

Song Ci was taken aback, "Do you still have this hobby?"

Han Zhan did not speak. He walked to the bed with a sullen face, knelt down on Song Ci, opened the handcuffs, and wrapped Song Ci's messy hands on his chest. The operation was as fierce as a tiger, without giving Song Ci a chance to resist.

Han Zhan was about to tear the tape, Song Ci guessed what he was going to do, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't! Don't stick to my mouth. I am allergic to this and will be disfigured!"

Han Zhan moved for a while. "Still making trouble?"

Song Ci said hurriedly, "No, I shut up."

Han Zhan looked at her for a while and confirmed that she was really behaved, and then lost the tape.

Han Zhan covered Song Ci with an air-conditioning quilt and lay down beside Song Ci. He glanced at the clock and said, "It's past six o'clock at ten o'clock. You are too noisy and disturbed me to sleep." After speaking, he moved his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, Han Zhan fell asleep soon, leaving Song Ci staring at Han Zhan's sleeping face fiercely.

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's clever nose for more than ten minutes, and fell asleep when he fell asleep.

After a while, Han Zhan opened his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Song Ci's quiet state after falling asleep, lifted the quilt, and glanced under him.

Phoo~

This is only the first night...

Song Ci woke up the next morning under the urging of an alarm clock, and opened his eyes to find that the handcuffs had been opened at some point. She glanced at the handcuffs on the bedside, couldn't help but took a photo, sent it to Yan Jiang, and teased him.

Song Ci: [It was really exciting last night. Attached picture.jpg】

Yan Jiang played games late at night, and when he woke up, it was ten o'clock. He closed his eyes and touched the phone, took off his blindfold, and saw Song Ci sending her a message. Yan Jiang opened the chat page in a daze. After reading the photos taken by Song Ci, Yan Jiang instantly became sober.

Really know how to play!

He sat up, cross-legged on the bed, and responded to Song Ci's voice.

Song Ci went into the kitchen to pour water and found that the white thermos cup was next to the water dispenser. She rolled her eyes and took half a cup of warm water with the thermos cup. While drinking water, Song Ci clicked on the voice message sent by Yan Jiang.

Song Ci turned the phone volume up, and after amplifying, Yan Jiang's voice rang all over the room——

Yan Jiang: [Song Song, is it so intense? Your brother Han is always strong! Can play, really can play. 】

Song Ci was about to reply. As soon as he looked up, he saw Han Zhan standing in front of the gym. He was wearing a white vest with a towel around his neck, and the glove on his right hand looked abrupt.

The man who wakes up in the morning to exercise until sweating is full of hormones, handsome and A.

Song Ci pressed his finger on the voice conversation and forgot what he was about to say.

Han Zhan cast a subtle and dangerous look at her. He pointed to Song Ci's mobile phone and said, "When you are old, you are strong?" For the first time, Brother Han had doubts about his age.

Song Ci heard Han Zhan's displeasure, and she betrayed Yan Jiang without any hesitation: "I am a friend, ignorant and nonsense."

Han Zhan took a deep look at her before saying, "Don't make all kinds of messy friends."

Song Ci: "Good!"

Han Zhan had to go upstairs to take a bath. He stepped up the stairs and said without looking back: "I'm going to work today. You can arrange activities by yourself. If you want to go out, let someone accompany you. I will find one for you. driver."

Song Ci was flattered, "So good?"

Han Zhan stood on the platform on the second floor, looked down at Song Ci, and told her: "The driver is a retired special soldier. You can call him Brother Long. From now on, he will be your personal bodyguard."

Song Ci was even more grateful to Han Zhan, "Okay, I will let him stay with him."

"Ok."

Han Zhan came downstairs after taking a shower and found that Song Ci had cooked breakfast. It was a very ordinary three-color fried rice with a glass of fresh milk.

Song Ci stood in the dining room and waved at him: "Brother Han, let's go after breakfast."

Han Zhan stared at the fried rice, hesitated, and walked towards the restaurant.

Song Ci's cooking skills are really not good, fried rice is ordinary, not delicious, not bad. Han Zhan ate the meal, put down the spoon, and suddenly said, "I will find an aunt who cooks."

Song Ciguai was embarrassed. She said, "I haven't cooked much, but I can learn."

Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's beautiful jade hands, took a sip of milk, and said, "No, your hands are not for cooking."

The one who plays the violin, drives the plane, and strokes him.

Song Ci suddenly moved a little.

"Brother Han is so considerate to pet me, I'm going to fall in love with you."

Han Zhan has become accustomed to Song Ci's style of confessing at every turn, he just pretends that Song Ci is farting. "Let's go." Han Zhan got up and was about to go to the door. Song Ci hurriedly followed him to the door, and said as he walked, "I have to tie you myself. It's the same on TV."

Han Zhan picked up the tie, handed it to Song Ci, and asked her, "Will you?"

Song Ci said: "Simple."

She tiptoed slightly and wrapped her tie around Han Zhan's neck. Song Ci really knew how to wear a tie, and she wore it very neatly. Han Zhan was a little surprised. He stared at the girl's trembling long eyelashes and suddenly asked, "How could this happen?"

Song Ci said: "I have a suit and sometimes wear a tie. When I was a trainee pilot, I wore a tie every day."

"That's it."

Song Ci pulled Han Zhan's tie, and said with a smile, "Why, do you think I tied it to another man?"

Han Zhan said nothing.

Song Ci held up his tie and raised his head, and kissed Han Zhan on the cheek.

Han Zhan lost his mind briefly.

When he returned to his senses, he found that Song Ci had retreated. Song Ci leaned against the wall and posed an enchanting posture towards him, but the neck brace on her neck was really an eye-catcher, discounting her charm.

Song Ci said to him, "Brother Han, don't forget Cici at work."

Porcelain...

The voice was whispering, a sweet and greasy smell, who could bear it.

Han Zhan shook his shoulders and shook his goose bumps. "See you tonight." Han Zhan opened the door and left without looking back at his cohabiting girlfriend.

After Han Zhan left, Song Ci stood at the door, learning the same tone and shouting again. After shouting, she couldn't stand it first, and she kept rubbing the goose bumps on her arm.

"What a **** shame, Song Ci."

Who would have thought that Song Ci, the first lady who was elegant and noble outside, was a complete dramatist in private.

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Han Zhan: Handcuffs + tape, the best partner.

Song Ci: Durian + sharp needles, perfect.