Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci couldn't sleep anymore. She faced Han Zhan sideways, rubbing her fingers around Han Zhan's beautiful eyes. Han Zhan opened his eyes and did not stop her small movements.

Finally plucked up courage, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Brother Han, why don't you have a finger?"

Han Zhan glanced at her suddenly, his eyes were complicated.

"Can't you say it?" Song Ci asked.

Han Zhan shook his head, and then said something about it: "I was pressed by the cement board when saving people. I pressed it for too long and my fingers were necrotic and must be amputated." He didn't say under what circumstances or who saved them.

Song Ci felt strangely uncomfortable. She always thought that Han Zhan's finger was cut by the enemy, but she didn't expect it was because of saving people. She didn't cross-examine any more, as long as she knew something about it.

Holding Han Zhan’s right hand and placing it in front of her, Song Ci looked at it. She suddenly said, “It’s not very beautiful, but I’m not afraid. Brother Han, don’t deliberately cover up in front of me in the future. The hand of a hero, covering it, denies your glory and faith."

She knew from the bottom of her heart that even though Han Zhan had long since retired from the army, he could not change the things in his bones.

For Han Zhan, fighting for the country is glory, and Guotai and people's peace is faith.

When Han Zhan heard those words, his chest shook violently, and a tingling feeling spread in his body. For the first time there was a woman who praised his ugly hand as the hand of a hero. It is not unreasonable that Song Ci attracted him so much.

It's getting late, and Han Zhan will have to work tomorrow. Song Ci can no longer make noise, so he said, "I'm going to sleep."

Han Zhan hummed, "You sleep, I watch."

"Greasy and crooked." Song Ci said, but the corners of her mouth twitched, closing her eyes. And that hot gaze stayed on her for a long time, and finally disappeared because of sleepiness.

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Waking up early in the morning, Song Ci was still unwell. She knew it was normal, and it might be better tomorrow. She sat on the bedside for a while and found two pieces of paper on the bedside table.

Song Ci took it over and looked at it. One was she gave to Han Zhan last night, and the other was made to her by Han Zhan, specifically recording her likes and dislikes. Song Ci put down his own one, picked up Han Zhan’s answer sheet and looked at it seriously. Han Zhan wrote—

Favorite food: meat, stinky tofu, coriander...

Dislike food: vegetables, chicken, Japanese food.

Hobbies: shooting, horse riding, racing, bamboo weaving, holding hands with Song Ci, kissing Song Ci, doing everything with Song Ci.

Dislikes: waste of food, hate that Song Ci is too close to other people.

Putting down the A4 paper, Song Ci fell into deep thought. Hate her being too close to other people?

I didn't see that Brother Han was still a jealous brother.

Song Ci didn't plan to go out this morning, so she didn't change her pajamas or put on makeup. Anyway, she looks good without makeup, and Han Zhan hasn't seen it before. Song Ci picked up her piece of paper, wandered into the study in her pajamas, and found a pen to write down her preferences.

Favorite food: spicy crayfish, bacon fried bamboo shoots, tomato sirloin, half-ripe steak, durian.

Dislike food: coriander, all scaleless fish

Hobbies: Violin, flying airplanes, collecting high heels.

Dislikes: domestic violence, deception...

Song Ci filled out the form and found Han Zhan had already left when he went downstairs, but the steamer in the kitchen kept her breakfast warm. Song Ci was eating breakfast while watching today's hot news. Before the meal was finished, he received a call from Du Tingting.

"Song Song, please persuade Qiu'er to be discharged from the hospital, saying that she doesn't want to waste time in the hospital. But where can she be discharged in this physical condition?"

Persuade, how to persuade?

"Mother, Qiu'er is an adult now, you should respect her. She told me about this matter yesterday, and I also persuaded him, but I think Qiu'er is determined, and persuasion is useless." Song Ci licked the steamed soup. After licking it, she felt a little bit embarrassed.

How can the first lady lick her fingers? She quickly pulled a paper to wipe her fingers clean.

Du Tingting sighed on the other end, "Then you mean, let's just follow the autumn's will?"

"Mother, living in the hospital is also depressed in autumn, so let her do what she wants."

Song Ci has never understood Mu Qiu. Judging from the contact during this time, Mu Qiu is not like the kind of person who would exchange their sisters' lives for their own lives. But in the previous life, Mu Qiu personally put his hand on Song Ci's chest and asked her for a heart.

Song Ci was a little curious about what Mu Qiu wanted to leave the hospital suddenly.

Du Tingting finally allowed Mu Qiu to be discharged from the hospital.

Mu Qiu was discharged from the hospital the same day. She put on a particularly energetic light makeup, put on pink blush, and put on a vibrant yellow dress.

When leaving the hospital, Mu Qiu opened his arms and took a deep breath of the hot air, finally showing a long-lost happy smile on her face. Opening the phone memo, Mu Qiu looked at the bucket list and smiled again. Next, she will live the last days of her life to a full and splendid life.

Du Tingting looked at her daughter's excessively slender body, but her heart was sour.

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After breakfast, Song Ci, who was still unwell, lay on the sofa and played with her mobile phone. She searched the Internet for any way to solve the discomfort after the first sexual experience.

The perfect answer: [Change to a frail husband, once and for all. 】

The spam browser is unreliable. Brother Han was tricked by her with great difficulty. Where can I change it? It's impossible to change in this life!

Song Ci quit the browser and sent another WeChat message to Yan Jiang. [A Jiang, help me pick a violin, and send it to my house if I have time. 】

Yan Jiang replied to her: [Come and get it yourself. 】

Song Ci; 【I'm not feeling well. 】

Yan Jiang: [Sick? 】

Song Ci: [Yeye Shengxiao, my body is extremely unwell, come to me. 】

Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows, every night Shengxiao was unwell...

He shook his head and laughed, thinking that this girl would have a happy life after marriage.

Seeing Yan Jiang smiled at a mobile phone, Du Xueyan raised her eyes in a little surprise, staring at Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang was all black, with long purple-pink hair and a pair of gold-framed glasses, with a silver chain hanging around his neck, sitting lazily on the sofa. He had a cigarette pinned to his ears, he was holding a cell phone in his hand, and he didn't know who he was chatting with, his eyebrows were raised, and the smile on his mouth was very weak, but eager.

It's really good-looking, and he deserves to be known as the most outstanding man in the entertainment industry.

Du Xueyan thought of the agent’s words. The agent’s original words were: “Yan Jiang is the most popular traffic star in the country. He has been in the air for many years and has never seen him confused by countless black materials. , Fierce fans, fight with celebrities, go their own way, I have never seen counsel.

"The evil thing is that he is so arrogant, but fans love him a lot, and there are many passersby fans. You don't have to worry about anything if you cooperate with him."

"He is the best collaborator."

This is the first time Du Xueyan has met with Yan Jiang and found that Yan Jiang is so beautiful and proud. It's just that she can't figure it out. When walking in the entertainment industry, which celebrity is not allowed to act in a show at all times, and walks cautiously on thin ice everywhere, how can he live so freely?

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