Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

When Song Ci heard this conversation, she felt funny in her heart, and she didn't dare to laugh out.

She picked up the wine bottle on the table and said to Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, don't listen to Brother Han. I have learned that you can drink a little dry wine for high blood pressure. Just keep it within 50ml each time."

Han Aoyu laughed, "Song girl is good." He glanced at Han Zhan, who looked helpless next to Song Ci, and said strangely: "Unlike some people, they are heartless and have been raising them for more than 30 years."

Han Zhan was wronged.

Song Ci really only pours a little for Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu picked up the wine glass and sniffed the aroma of the wine, showing a look of nostalgia. "Speaking of this wine, it's your grandmother's good taste, I can't make her taste." Han Zhan's grandmother has passed away for five years.

The old man may not miss that sip, but the brewer. Song Ci said: "In Song Ci's eyes, the wine made by Grandpa is very mellow and wonderful. It is a pity that I did not have the opportunity to taste the winemaking techniques of my grandma. I have the opportunity to ask him how to make this wine. "

Han Aoyu smiled heartily, patted his legs and said, "When the grapes are ripe next year, you go to my place and I will teach you!"

"it is good!"

They aroused Yan Jiang's taste buds, he took a sip from his wine glass, and felt shocked. "It's delicious, is this really grandpa's wine?"

Han Aoyu raised his head triumphantly, "Of course."

Yan Jiang applauded very vigorously and praised: "This wine has a mellow taste, and it doesn't lose to the so-called famous French wines. Grandpa is amazing!" Yan Jiang pointed to the red wine bottle and asked Han Zhan: "Mr. Han, wait. Decorate me later, I will take it home?"

Han Zhan: "Good."

"Okay, let's eat." Han Aoyu gave an order before everyone picked up the chopsticks and started.

When Han Aoyu is getting older, he must control his appetite when he eats, and not be too full. He was basically full after eating some dishes, but he didn't leave the table either, and just sat on the edge to talk to the young man.

Han Aoyu was a little surprised when he noticed that Song Ci ate a bowl of rice and then went to serve a large bowl. I didn't see it, this girl looked slender, she was quite edible. It is good to be able to eat well.

When Song Ci was picking vegetables, she glanced at her grandpa and saw that grandpa looked satisfied with her, and she ate harder.

Yan Jiang noticed that Song Ci had finished the second bowl of rice. It was quite surprised, but he didn't say anything. Only Han Zhan's eyes were filled with smiles.

After the meal, Han Zhan played chess with his father in the study. Song Ci was struggling to eat, opened the drawer, took out two pieces of digestion tablets, and then walked around in the living room downstairs to digest.

Yan Jiang sat on the sofa and ate the plums his father had brought. He complained to Song Ci: "What do you do with so much?"

Song Ci said bitterly, "Grandpa likes girls who can eat."

Yan Jiang blinked, very sympathetic to Song Ci. He looked upstairs and asked Song Ci, "Han Zhan, his grandfather, what does he do?" Although the old man was dressed up as a peasant, he occasionally showed a glance inadvertently, but he wanted to come. Identity should not be simple.

Song Ci said: "You search on Baidu, Han Aoyu."

Yan Jiang did.

After a while, Yan Jiang put down the phone, shocked. He looked at Song Ci enviously, and sighed, "Song Song, you are married into the Zhenguo General's Mansion!"

It turns out that Han Zhan turned out to be Han Aoyu's grandson! With this background, Song Song will never be bullied in his life.

Yan Jiang finally felt relieved. He got up and said goodbye. When he left, he did not forget to carry a bag of fruits and a bottle of wine made by Mr. Han.

Sending away Yan Jiang, Song Ci sent a text message to Han Zhan. [Brother Han, where will Grandpa sleep tonight? 】Their family only has one bed.

Han Zhan saw the text message, he raised his head and asked the old man: "Grandpa, where are you staying tonight?"

Han Aoyu stared at Expectation and said, "Your Uncle Zhong opened a room in the hotel, and you can see me over later."

"Not going back to the house?"

"No, if someone knows that I'm back, and someone visits you, it will be troublesome." Han Aoyu fell asleep and said, "When you retired, do something that retired elderly people should do. If you shouldn't touch it, don't touch it. "Han Aoyu's eyes can see everything transparently.

Han Zhan admired his grandfather, and if he succeeded in his deeds, he would leave the world alone. This is the wisest approach.

"it is good."

"By the way, when I saw you Grandpa Chen last time, he kept showing off the chess you gave him." The old man said in a sour tone. What's this? My grandson ran to send chess to another old man, why didn't he send it to him?

Han Zhan was a little helpless. He said, "I went back to Sunshin on a business trip. I want to visit Grandpa Chen. I can’t go empty-handed. That chess pair was bought by Li Li. I have one here. I got it from the auction last time. Coming."

Han Zhan got up and entered the small collection room in the study. After a while, he walked out with a precious pair of chess.

"Xiaoye Red Sandalwood Chess, an exquisite piece, the work of the carving master Song Shan."

Han Zhan handed the chess to Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu opened his eyes for a few moments and was only satisfied.

Stroking the chess pieces, Han Aoyu only then talked to Han Zhan about Song porcelain. "Song Ci is a good girl who can talk and talk. She looks right with you. As for the character, I don't know yet, but I trust your perspective."

Han Zhan listened quietly, without refuting.

Han Aoyu said again: "I don't know why you got married, but you must remember that our Han men have not married secondly since ancient times. It's yours, not yours. When you get around, it must be yours."

Han Zhan's heart shuddered and he understood Han Aoyu's warning.

How smart Han Aoyu is, how can he fail to see the weirdness of Han Zhan and Song Ci's marriage. But he will not go into it. He was beating Han Zhan, Song Ci is a good girl, and since she took the initiative to send it, whether it is false or sincere, she must be **** by me.

No man from the Han family has a second marriage.

"I understand, grandpa."

After nine o'clock, the old man was leaving. Song Ci and Han Zhan personally escorted him back to the hotel. When he arrived at the hotel, Song Ci saw a middle-aged uncle in the room with a bronzed skin and a Chinese face. He didn't look like a talker.

"Zhan Zhan." Uncle Zhong saw Han Zhan with a smile on his face. He stared at Song Ci behind Han Zhan again, his smile warmer, "Is this your love?"

Han Zhan turned sideways, revealing the full picture of Song Ci behind him in front of Uncle Zhong. "Uncle Zhong, this is my wife, Song Ci." Han Zhan introduced Song Ci again: "Song Ci, this is Uncle Zhong, who watched me grow up when I was a child, and took care of my grandfather."

"Good Uncle Zhong."

"Hello there."

The couple chatted with Uncle Zhong for more than 20 minutes before they left.

Zhong Buhui watched Han Zhan and his wife leave, he closed the door, turned and walked into the master bedroom. Seeing Han Aoyu twisting the medicine bottle, he walked hurriedly and helped Han Aoyu pour a glass of water and handed it to him.

Han Aoyu picked up the water cup and swallowed the medicine for high blood pressure. He put down the teacup and murmured: "I always feel that Girl Song looks familiar, I don't regret whether you feel that way."