Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

How innocent is Uncle Han Zhan, is he counted as lying down and shot?

The little girl's mother picked up the child, embarrassedly smiled at Song Ci, "This child is too skinny, I'm sorry." After that, she hurried away holding her embarrassing daughter.

The little girl lay on her mother's shoulders, tearfully and silently accusing Song Ci of despicable deceit.

Song Ci hummed triumphantly.

Han Zhan quietly asked, "Do I look scary?"

Song Ci leaned against Han Zhan, and she said, "Brother Han is not terrible, Han Goth is reliable." It also rhymed.

Han Zhan asked melancholy, "I look so young, and I am one generation older than you?" The sales lady who once sold health tea to him once said that people who often drink health tea will be ten years younger.

The health tea for the past two years has been drunk for nothing.

Sales mouth, deceitful ghost!

Song Ci hurriedly said: "Where there, Brother Han will always be eighteen."

Han Zhan couldn't believe Song Ci's words anymore. Her words are more false than sales words.

Staring down at Song Ci's little skirt, his eyes fell on her white skin like snow, Han Zhan asked with a deep voice: "How do you dress like this?" The house rules are very clear, and you are not allowed to wear it too revealing. Clothes. The shoulders of Song Ci's clothes were exposed, and at first glance it was not a formal dress.

Song Ci heard the dislike in Han Zhan's tone. She let go of Han Zhan, stood in front of Han Zhan, with her hands behind her back, and said, "I want to go on a date tonight, so I look good in this way."

Han Zhan frowned slightly, "Oh, who? You can't get married on the first day and just catch a wild man with my back."

Song Ci extended his right hand to Han Zhan. "Han Zhan, do you want to make an appointment?"

Looking at the young girl's clean and slender hand, Han Zhan's frowning brows stretched out visible to the naked eye. He reluctantly put his left hand into Song Ci's hand, and said: "I don't like you to dress like this outside."

Song Ci accurately understood what he meant. "It's okay at home?" Song Ci smiled playfully and teased Han Zhan: "They said that men like that kind of clothes. They wear clothes, know well, be well-versed, Wen Wan and virtuous, and take off 36 kinds of clothes. A woman who is proficient in every posture. Does Brother Han agree with this?"

These words are full of pitfalls, it is really stupid that Han Zhan will answer. He changed the subject abruptly, "The sun is big outside, get in the car."

Song Ci raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay, get in the car." It is obviously a means of transportation, but Song Ci is also a talent for being able to tell another meaning of "car".

Han Zhan took Song Ci into his own car. He drove out of Wolong Tower. After the car got ashore, he drove towards the most prosperous Sanshengqiao District in Wangdong City. After getting into the traffic, Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "How do you know that I am here in Wolong Tower?"

Song Ci pretended to be mysterious, "I am a little fairy who knows everything, knowing all the secrets of your mortal world."

Han Zhan: "Really?" Han Zhan was skeptical.

Song Ci said coldly: "Of course it is true."

"Then I have to test you."

"Just take the test."

Han Zhan: "How many hairs do I have."

Song Ci's eyes widened. Is this a human problem?

Seeing Song Ci was speechless, Han Zhan let out a happy laugh, "Look, there is a time when the little fairy is ignorant."

Song Ci was puzzled, she curled her lips, feeling a little depressed.

Han Zhan thought that Song Ci was sleepy, so he exhorted: "There is a thin blanket behind, so remember to cover it if you want to sleep."

"I'm not sleepy." Song Ci shook her head and sat upright. Then she said, "Not only do I know that Phaeton Motors is your industry, I also know that Shenghui Technology, Jetta Hotel Chain, and Dongying Real Estate are all in the end. What's in your palm."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, his eyes showed a little surprise, but he did not deny what she said.

Song Ci pretended to lament: "Hey, marrying a rich husband, what should I do to hold his heart firmly?"

Han Zhan said mercilessly: "If you want to grab a person's heart, you must grab his stomach, your cooking skills... wishful thinking."

Song Ci was angry. "Then you find someone who is good at cooking." With a pair of slender legs folded, Song Ci said brazenly: "If there is good cooking, no one looks better than me. No one looks better than me. More sultry than me."

Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci's long legs, but didn't even refute.

Song Ci found Han Zhan peeking at her legs. She straightened her waist pretendingly and sat on her side. The enchanting curve of the body made people feel itchy at first glance.

Song Ci was ostentatious, Han Zhan suddenly picked up the thin beard behind her and threw it on her body, covering his legs. "Don't show off, sleep or shut up." Han Zhan was expressionless.

Song Ci held the thin quilt and grinned at him.

There were many cars in Sanshengqiao District. Han Zhan drove the car to the underground parking garage of a shopping building, and then took Song Ci to the elevator upstairs. Standing in the lobby on the first floor of the shopping building, Han Zhan stared at the counters of various brand-name skin care products, bowed his head and asked Song Ci: "What do you want to eat at night?"

Han Zhan rarely goes out to eat in private, and does not know the restaurants near Sanshengqiao.

But Song Ci used to be a frequent customer here. She knew a French restaurant with a high reputation. The overall strength of that restaurant was among the top ten best restaurants in Asia. It’s good everywhere, but slightly more expensive.

Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "Can you accept a dinner for two with a cost of three thousand two?" Song Ci ordered a set meal for two, priced at three thousand two. Thinking of Han Zhan's diligent and thrifty housekeeping style, Song Ci is not sure whether he would like to spend there.

Han Zhan was taken aback when he heard this. After he understood the reason for Song Ci’s question, his expression became rare and serious. He told Song Ci: "Song Ci, you don’t have to accommodate me. Remember, you are you first, then my wife. Be yourself. Is the most important thing."

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief. "Then we will go to the deep alley for dinner tonight."

Han Zhan had no objection. He had been to that restaurant before, and he went with a friend. He remembers that store, the environment, taste and service are all of the best standards.

Song Ci looked at his watch, the current time was less than five o'clock. "I reserved a table at six o'clock in the evening. It's less than five o'clock now. Let's go shopping in the pedestrian street first?" Song Ci hasn't been here for a long time. Kari's money seems to have long legs and wants to run.

"Row."

At this time, on the giant screen of the tallest building in the pedestrian street, a promotional video of a female singer's concert was playing. Song Ci stopped with many people and looked up at the woman in the video.

In the video, a curvaceous woman, wearing a long silver dress, stands on the deck of a cruise ship. The sea breeze blows her charming wavy hair, and the sun shines on her face. The beauty is beautiful and magnificent.

The woman held a diamond microphone and sang a song softly. Along with the wind, her singing voice floated into everyone's ears. The sound was extremely penetrating. When she muttered, it was like sitting alone on a rock late at night singing. It made her bones tingling when she heard it.

——November 2nd, Du Xueyan watched the concert at Dongcheng Station, see or leave!

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