Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

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Li Li drove to the company by himself and met Han Zhan in the company's underground parking lot. "Morning, Mr. Han."

"early."

Han Zhan carried a briefcase and stepped into the elevator first.

With breakfast in his left hand and a briefcase in his right, Li Li quickly got into the elevator. After the elevator door was closed, Li Li handed the prepared breakfast to Han Zhan, and said to him, "I eat Xiaolongbao this morning. My mother made it by herself."

Li Li lives with his 60-year-old mother, and Li Li is responsible for Han Zhan's daily breakfast.

Today, however, Han Zhan stared at the Xiaolongbao for a while, but waved his hand and said, "No, I have eaten it."

Li Li didn't think much, just said, "How do I make it by myself today?" Han Zhan didn't eat breakfast outside, and either made it himself or let Li Li take it.

Today is not a special day, how could Mr. Han cook by himself?

Han Zhan shook his head and said, "I didn't do it myself."

Didn't do it yourself?

Li Li gave him a strange look. "Who did it?"

Han Zhan: "Song porcelain."

Li Li was taken aback. "In the early morning, Miss Song made breakfast for you..." Li Li's eyes suddenly widened. He pointed to Han Zhan and said in disbelief: "Miss Song went to your house last night?"

More than just going to his house, I slept in his bed.

"We are living together." Han Zhan confessed openly. It is meaningless to hide it. If two people live together, they can always be discovered by others and simply confess themselves.

Li Li was really taken aback by the news.

Han Zhan glanced down at the fussed Li Li, and said, "Every morning, you don’t have to worry about my breakfast." After a pause, Han Zhan made a knife to the single dog Li Li: "I My girlfriend will do it for me."

"Ah...good." Li Li still couldn't return to his senses, and was still a little dazed.

When he came to the office, Han Zhan sent a text message to Song Ci. After waiting for a while without seeing her reply, he put down his phone and turned on the computer to do his own thing.

At home, Song Ci changed her clothes, put on her makeup, chose one hand to carry a bag, and began to stuff things neatly into the bag. Sunscreen spray, parasol, lipstick, makeup powder...

After packing her things, Song Ci found her mobile phone on the sofa and walked towards the door while unlocking it. Unlocked successfully, an unread message flooded into the eye.

Song Ci opened the text message and saw Han Zhan said: [Tomorrow morning, I want to eat hot and sour rice noodles. 】

What can Song Ci say, it is naturally good.

The phone vibrated, Han Zhan finished typing a line, and then took a look at it. Song Ci only replied to him briefly with a good word. After reading the message, Han Zhan turned off his phone and continued to work intoxicated.

Song Ci got Brother Long's phone number from Han Zhan in the morning. She called Brother Long before she changed clothes and informed Brother Long that she would go out today.

When Song Ci went to the underground garage, she really saw a man in front of Han Zhan's car.

Song Ci stared at the figure of the man and looked at it. The man was very thin and only a few meters tall. He was wearing a green sports suit and holding a car key in his hand. It seemed that it was a while.

This is not like Dragon Brother, but like Monkey Brother.

Brother Long is a cautious person. Song Ci just stared at him for a few more seconds, and he turned his head back quickly as if he had a radar installed on him, and his gaze was accurately locked on Song Ci.

Seeing Song Ci, the man's stern face evoked a stern smile. "Miss Song?"

Song Ci walked towards him and asked with a smile, "Brother Long?"

Wearing high heels, Song Ci approached Brother Long and found that she was a little taller than Brother Long. Song Ci couldn't help wondering: Can such a thin and weak Brother Long really protect her?

"Hello Miss Song, this is Long Yu."

"Thanks for your hard work, I am going to the Red Cross now."

"No hard work, get in the car."

Brother Long drove, Song Ci sat in the back row.

Long Yu's car drove very smoothly, and Song Ci soon felt relieved. She leaned on the chair to play with her mobile phone, downloaded a gourmet app, and learned how to make ‘sour and spicy rice noodles’ on it.

When there was no music in the car, Long Yu listened all the way to ‘cut **** into shreds’, ‘chop a small handful of sauerkraut’, and ‘spare the pepper and dried red pepper’...

When the car stopped at the Red Cross, Long Yu turned around and said to Song Ci: "Miss Song, the Red Cross is here."

Song Ci has been able to recite the hot and sour rice noodles. She turned off the phone, thanked Long Yu, picked up the black basin hat on the side and put it on, covering most of her face, before approaching the Red Cross office building.

After finding the person in charge, Song Ci said straightforwardly: "I am Song Ci. I have filled out a post-mortem organ donation form before. I would like to consult about one thing."

"Hello Miss Song."

The staff didn't know Song Ci, so naturally they didn't know that she was the first lady who was famous in the East. With a kind smile on his face, he asked Song Ci: "What does Miss Song want to consult?"

Song Ci said: "The executor in my organ donation book is my adoptive father, but I am about to get married. Out of the respect and love between the husband and wife, I want my husband to be the executor of my organ donation after death. People, can you still change it?"

The staff member smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Of course, you can. Actually, the executor doesn't necessarily want your father and husband, you can find someone you trust."

"Then can I change it now?"

"Yes, you need to fill out a few forms."

Song Ci filled in a few pieces of information and successfully changed the executor to Han Zhan.

After leaving the Red Cross, Song Ci returned to Mu's house. Du Tingting was feeling unwell these few days and always felt tired, so she didn't go to work in the studio. She was resting at home alone when she suddenly heard the sound of a car.

Du Tingting got up from the bed, looked downstairs from the window, and saw Song Ci getting off a black Volvo. Du Tingting was a little surprised. She raised her voice and asked Song Ci: "Song Song, why are you back?"

Song Ci looked up at Du Tingting, smiled at her, called her mother, and said, "I'm back, something is wrong."

"I will come down here."

Song Ci frowned suddenly when he saw Du Tingting. "Mother, are you feeling sick?"

Du Tingting's complexion was very bad, and she was listless, as if she had a cold.

"Maybe it's too tired. These days I always feel that I can't sleep well and I'm very sleepy." Du Tingting didn't take her body seriously. She took Song Ci to sit down and asked her: "Is there something forgotten? Take it?"

Song Ci shook his head. "That's it." Song Ci took out a sales plan, pointed to one of the houses, and said to Du Tingting, "Mother, that's it, I want to buy a house. Just this, three bedrooms and two halls, one hundred and sixty. flat."

"Why did I suddenly think of buying a house?" Du Tingting thought of Han Zhan, and then she sank her face and asked Song Ci, "Did Mr. Han tell you something? Is he afraid of having property disputes with you after getting married..."

With that, Du Tingting's tone became angry.

If Han Zhan is such a caregiver, then Song Ci must not marry him!