Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"Mr. Yan, would you like to enjoy your face and have a meal together at noon?" Yan Jiang promised to play the leading actor in her MV. Du Xueyan wants to get to know him better. Eating is the best opportunity to increase mutual understanding.

Yan Jiang looked up, stared at Du Xueyan, and then said, "Okay."

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Du Xueyan invited Yan Jiang to eat in a western restaurant. Although Du Xueyan is a singer, she is not inferior to an actress in managing her figure and eats very little. Yan Jiang was edible, and ate all the food on his plate.

Seeing Du Xueyan was a little surprised. Yan Jiang is an actor. If he gets fat, it will affect the camera. They are all artists. Du Xueyan asked Yan Jiang frankly: "Mr. Yan is not afraid of gaining weight?"

Yan Jiang smiled evilly at Du Xueyan, he said to the underworld: "There is no drama to film, and it won't matter if you get fat."

Du Xueyan only then remembered that although the person in front of him was so popular and red and purple, he did only take one play. For so many years, he has been doing business with this face.

Yan Jiang also said: "I actually didn't grow fat." When I was a child, I was malnourished. Yan Jiang's body has always been very thin. Even though I eat a lot now, he doesn't grow much meat.

Du Xueyan was envious and jealous.

After dinner, the two separated in the dining room. Yan Jiang returned to his car and said to his assistant: "Go to Xingyue Piano Shop." At the piano shop, Yan Jiang picked an antique high-end violin for Song Porcelain, which cost more than 70,000 yuan.

After buying the piano, Yan Jiang called Song Ci, "I will come to your house for dinner tonight."

Song Ci: "Yes."

After finishing the call with Yan Jiang, Song Ci called Han Zhan again.

Han Zhan was having a video conference with a German partner. The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated. Han Zhan guessed that it was Song Ci, so he hurriedly spoke to the partner in German.

The other party stopped and waited patiently.

Han Zhan hung up Song Ci's phone and replied to a text message before continuing the meeting. As soon as the video conference was over, Han Zhan was busy calling Song Ci back.

"Brother Han meeting is over?" Song Ci answered as soon as the phone rang.

"Yeah." Thinking of Song Ci calling out to his brother last night, Han Zhan subconsciously opened the thermos and took a sip of warm tea. The more you drink, the warmer your chest.

Song Ci said to Han Zhan on the phone: "Yan Jiang is coming to our house for dinner. Is it convenient for Brother Han to go home for dinner?" Yan Jiang is Song Ci’s best friend, and Song Ci wants to introduce Han Zhan to his friends. .

The phrase "our family" pleased Han Zhan. Han Zhan looked at his watch and said, “What food do I need to bring? I’m off work now and bring it back by the way.” It’s not really free at work. It’s mainly because Song Ci’s cooking skills are not suitable for entertaining friends. Han Zhan only Can go back to cook.

Song Ci smiled, and she said, "Okay, how about bringing a bottle of coconut milk when you come back. Yan Jiang likes to drink that. Bring a pig's feet, a bigger one."

Han Zhan's ears moved slightly, and he asked Song Ci: "Pig's feet?"

Song Ci gave an ah, and she asked Han Zhan, "Don't you like to eat pig's feet in sauce?"

The corners of Han Zhan's lips raised slightly, "Yeah, I like it." After hanging up, Han Zhan picked up the teacup and took another sip, feeling that today's tea is a bit sweet and sweet.

Han Zhan packed up his things, carried his bag and left, and ran into Li Li in the elevator aisle who had gone out to see his partner returning. Li Li looked at the briefcase in Han Zhan's hand, "Get off work so early?" It was only four o'clock, Han Zhan was blatantly skipping work.

Han Zhan patted Li Li on the arm, and said to him, "Please understand, you will understand me when you get married in the future."

Li Li buckled Han Zhan's arm, and asked in a weird tone: "You will not go to the cocktail party organized by Lao Lin that night?" Lao Lin is a respected senior and the vice president of the China Chamber of Commerce.

Han Zhan rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, enduring heartache and said, "How about this year's dividends, I will reward you with a Porsche?"

Li Li immediately smiled like a flower, he let go of Han Zhan's arm, smiled and waved goodbye to him: "Mr. Han, go slowly, see you tomorrow." The face changed like a book, and the speed was staggering.

On the way home from Han Zhan, there is a large vegetable market called Wangjiangshan Vegetable Market. It is an online celebrity vegetable market in Wangdong City, where you can buy seafood and expensive vegetables from all over the world.

Han Zhan bought a big pig's hoof, passing by the fruit shop, he smelled a familiar durian smell, his steps became anxious. When he was about to reach the gate of the vegetable market, Song Ci called him again.

"Brother Han, can you bring me a durian back?"

Han Zhan stepped.

"...it is good."

Song Ci urged him again: "It's about to be ripe, that's the kind of thorn roots that soften, and smell it."

Han Zhan walked back to the fruit shop, endured nausea and dizzy, walked to the durian stall, squeezed, and picked a big, smelly durian. Along the way, Han Zhan smelled the smell and almost vomited it out several times.

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Hearing the door bell, Song Ci opened the door and welcomed Yan Jiang into the house with a violin and a bouquet of flowers.

Song Ci found him a pair of Han Zhan slippers, which had not been opened yet. "The size 46 is a little bigger than yours, so let's wear it." Han Zhan's tall feet are also big, and Song Ci's shoes are put together with him, and there is a big contrast.

Yan Jiang didn't dislike it and put on slippers directly. "It's okay, I wear a size 44."

Yan Jiang put the violin box in Song Ci's arms and said, "That piano shop has the most high-end violin. You can use it first, and I will buy it for you when you meet it next time."

"Thanks." Song Ci put the piano box in the living room, walked into the kitchen and poured Yan Jiang a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Yan Jiang stood in the living room and looked at Han Zhan's house. Song Ci handed the coffee to Yan Jiang, "just cooked."

Yan Jiang took the coffee. He pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the living room and smiled and said to Song Ci: "This piece of glass is quite big, it's easy to handle."

Song Ci didn't think much, wondering and asked: "What to do..."

Yan Jiang: "Singing songs every night..."

Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry. He was a good friend. For the first time, Song Ci followed Han Zhan home. Seeing that window, he was thinking of those pictures. She stared at the glass with some expectation, "I must try it another day."

Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Song Ci opened the case, took out the violin, and first looked at the body of the violin. "It's beautiful, I like it very much." Song Ci tried to tune the violin, and she said with emotion: "The last violin was destroyed in Bijiang City, and the violin was given to me by Master. "

Yan Jiang naturally knew that Song Ci had been learning the violin with Du Junfei since he was a child. He asked Song Ci: "Have you visited Teacher Du in these years?"

Song Ci shook his head. "You have no face to see." After touching the violin, Song Ci was a little bit ashamed. She whispered: "After the earthquake, my mental state has been wrong. I trembled as soon as I touched the bow. I had no face to see him."

In fact, the trip to Bijiang City by Song Ci's family was just a casual trip. The real purpose was to accompany Song Ci to Jiangdu, next to Bijiang City, to participate in the National Youth Violin Competition.