Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Yan Jiang shook his head and said, "I went to see it two years earlier and it didn't work."

Gently watching Song Fei's sleeping face, Yan Jiang said to Song Ci like a self-talk: "I sometimes stare at her, there is always the illusion that she will open her eyes to see me in the next second. Song Song, you will have Does this feel?"

Song Ci looked at Song Fei's cheeks that looked as white and rosy as a healthy girl. She smiled bitterly and her mouth was bitter. "Why not? For so many years, I think every day that my sister will wake up tomorrow. I have looked forward to it for more than 2,000 times, and I am disappointed more than 2,000 times.

Holding Song Fei's hand, Song Ci pressed her cheek to Song Fei's palm, and she rubbed it, full of attachment and acting like a baby. "A Jiang, it is cruel to wait for a sleeping person to wake up. While she gave you expectations, she also disappointed you, repeatedly, and sooner or later, it will cause you to collapse."

Song Ci glanced at Yan Jiang hesitantly, wanting to tell him not to have too much hope.

Yan Jiang laughed. "I think it's pretty good, even though I have been disappointed thousands of times, but hope is always there." He smiled at Song Ci lightly, there was a kind of attachment that made Song Ci startled. "I will wait for her to wake up, I haven't confessed to her yet."

Song Ci didn't know how to answer. "You are stubborn!"

After staying at Yan Jiang until it was dark, Song Ci got up and left. She went home on the front foot and Han Zhan on the back foot. Song Ci heard the sound of the door opening behind her, and she turned her head in shock.

Seeing Han Zhan carrying a briefcase off work, Song Ci was somewhat surprised. "Brother Han, don't you work overtime tonight?"

"No need." Han Zhan approached Song Ci and smelled a scent of men's perfume on her body. Thinking of the push content about Song Ci and Yan Jiang being secretly photographed on his mobile phone in the afternoon, Han Zhan felt a little depressed. "Did you see Yan Jiang this afternoon?"

"How do you know?" Song Ci looked at Han Zhan suspiciously, and guessed: "Brother Long gave you a short report?"

Han Zhan shook his head. "not him."

He poured himself a large glass of water, finished drinking, and put down the glass heavily. Then Han Zhan said: "A reporter took a photo of you and Yan Jiang going into and out of his house." Han Zhan remembered the man in Yan Jiang You Shen, at Song Ci's birthday party, the two of them showed unusual intimacy.

Han Zhan turned to look at Song Ci, but saw Song Ci pouting his mouth and vomiting: "This group of paparazzi love to take pictures so secretly, why don't they take pictures of us?"

Hearing her muttering, Han Zhan's depressed mood suddenly improved. "What is your relationship with Yan Jiang?" As Song Ci's legal husband, Han Zhan has the right to ask this question.

Song Ci did not hide from Han Zhan, telling him frankly: "When we were young, we were neighbors."

Still a neighbor, a childhood sweetheart, a good match for age and appearance...

Han Zhan didn't show much reaction, but he poured himself another glass of water, still ice water.

"It's a good relationship?" There was still fire under the ice.

Song Ci nodded, "Yes, Ajiang is four years older than me. He was always bullied when he was young, so his personality was relatively silent, and he was a little inferior. At that time, in our entire community, I was the only one who would play with him."

Han Zhan said, "Then you are very special to him."

Song Ci didn't hear the sourness in Han Zhan's words. She stood in the living room and shook her head, "What's special, no matter how special he likes me. He likes my sister. I really can't see the boy who is so courageous. How dare to like my sister."

Han Zhan was a little surprised, his tone became brisk, "Yan Jiang likes Song Fei?"

"Yes." Seeing Han Zhan was rarely interested in the people around her, Song Ci walked over to Han Zhan's station and told Han Zhan: "In the earthquake eight years ago, Yan Jiang did not eat or drink for three days. Race against time to figure out my sister."

"In the last life, until I died, Yan Jiang hadn't forgotten my sister. I went to his house today to see my sister. This person, Yan Jiang, don't look at having a big carrot face, but it's a rare one. Infatuated kind."

Han Zhan smiled, and he said, "Very good." There is nothing wrong with infatuation.

"Yes, you think Yan Jiang is pretty good, too."

"Ok."

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan's empty cup and couldn't help asking, "Are you so thirsty? I saw you drinking two glasses of water." Touched Han Zhan's cup and found it was cold. "The ice water you just drank?"

"Not thirsty." Not only was he not thirsty, but his stomach was filled with two glasses of ice water.

Hearing that, Song Ci's expression was a little weird. Where did her brother Han who pay attention to health go? "Don't drink your wolfberry health tea?"

What kind of health tea to drink, drink vinegar and drink it. Han Zhan looked at Song Ci with a complicated expression. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "You really are a trouble."

Song Ci is a little confused, what did she do wrong?

"What to eat tonight?" Song Ci rolled up his sleeves and put on a pretense of preparing to cook.

Han Zhan: "Take it out."

Song Ci said, "Let's cook together." The way her brother Han cooks is **** and charming.

"No, I still have work to deal with. Takeaway saves time." After Han Zhan finished speaking, he heard Song Ci ask: "There is still work? What do you do after get off work so early?"

Han Zhan was suspiciously silent.

Song Ci looked at his even more handsome face when he fell silent, realizing something, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably. "I said Brother Han, didn't you just ran back after seeing the news?"

Han Zhan sternly said without saying a word, strode directly over Song Ci to the living room, and went upstairs with his computer.

Song Ci stood still and shook his head and laughed.

This Meng Sao would be jealous.

At the end of the dinner, Song Ci made it. She thought the takeaway was too greasy, and she was afraid of growing meat.

"Brother Han, eat!"

Hearing Song Ci shouting to eat, Han Zhan thought that Song Ci was cooking another diet meal. He came downstairs with a tangled look and was surprised to see the three dishes and one soup on the table.

Song porcelain made a seaweed shrimp and egg drop soup, a plate of steamed prawns, a plate of sliced ​​celery meat, and a plate of broccoli. Han Zhan is a man who loves meat. This kind of food seems to him a little bland, but his young wife is afraid of getting fat and is willing to give him fried meat, which is already a big love.

Song Ci said to him, "I don't know what you like to eat, just make some."

Han Zhan said, "I like it all."

It was the first time that a woman cooked for him.

Song Ci smiled.

Song Ci's cooking skills are really average, with a light taste and not unpleasant. Han Zhan ate three bowls of rice, put down his chopsticks, and was about to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, when he heard Song Ci say: "You clean up first, and when you are done, come and find me upstairs."

Han Zhan folded the bowls, holding the bowls and chopsticks, and asked without looking up, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll know in a moment." Song Ci turned and ran upstairs.

Han Zhan cleared the dining table, threw the tableware, pots and pans into the dishwasher, and cleaned the stove before taking off his gloves and going upstairs. Han Zhan found Song Ci in his study. Song Ci held a piece of paper in his hand and didn't know what he was doing.

Han Zhan stood quietly at the door, looking at the scene before him.

The tall and slender Song Ci was wearing a dress, sitting cross-legged on his pure black leather chair, looking very white and very small. Han Zhan's heart suddenly felt hot, he liked the appearance of Song Ci spreading Huan in his territory.

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