Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Unexpectedly that they really knew each other, Cheng Ziang was a little surprised. He hurriedly asked Cheng Yanmo, "How about the grandson?"

Cheng Yanmo only met Han Zhan twice, once by accident, and the other time at a formal business meeting. The man named Han Zhan attended the conversation with Li Li. Although he was Li Li's subordinate, Li Li's attitude towards him was not like an ordinary subordinate.

Cheng Yanmo couldn't guess Han Zhan's true identity, but he instinctively told Cheng Yanmo that the man named Han Zhan would not be as mediocre as outsiders saw.

Although Cheng Yanmo is unfamiliar with Song porcelain, he has had several connections. Although the woman of Song Ci does not cling to the nobles, her personality is aloof. The man who can be photographed by her is unknown?

Cheng Yanmo saw that Cheng Ziang was uncomfortable with this. He wrinkled his brows and couldn't help but beat Cheng Zianglai to warn him: "Fool, don't provoke Han Zhan, be careful to kick the iron plate."

"Heh..." Cheng Ziang heard it, as if he hadn't heard.

On the other end, Song Ci hung up Mu Qiu's phone and went back to the room to dry her hair.

She sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't sleep. It seemed that there was a heart, and WeChat suddenly lit up, someone sent a message. Song Ci opened it and saw that it was Han Zhan. He sent a video.

Song Ci opened the video.

Han Zhan held his mobile phone and pointed the camera at the dazzling array of luxury shops in the Galeries Lafayette department store, and his soothing voice sounded: "Porcelain Treasure, do you have anything you want? Make a list with me. I will bring you."

This is the first time for Han Zhan to take time to go shopping during a business trip. After all, he is a family member, so he shouldn't go home empty-handed. Han Zhan didn't expect Song Ci to reply. After all, eight o'clock in his place was three o'clock in the middle of the night in Wangdong City.

Li Li said that girls all like bags, especially beautiful girls like Song Ci, who pursue fashion. Han Zhan plans to choose a few beautiful bags for Song Ci. He didn't know what kind of bags Song Ci liked, but he was absolutely right to buy the best-selling models in the store.

As everyone knows, Song Ci did not sleep.

Song Ci directly made a video call to Han Zhan. As soon as Han Zhan walked into a luggage store, he heard the ringtone of the video request.

He was surprised. Is Song Ci still asleep?

Han Zhan took the video.

Song Ci leaned against the head of the bed, and the room was lit up, looking sleepless. She shouted in a very soft voice: "Brother Han."

Han Zhan frowned and looked at Song Ci's appearance in the phone, "Are you up or awake?" After he decided to go back, he asked Song Ci to recite and copy the Han family's house rules and regulations a hundred times, so that she could develop it. Good habit of going to bed early and getting up early.

Song Ci replied: "I fell asleep, but I dreamed of you again. I woke up empty and lonely, and I couldn't sleep."

Han Zhan subconsciously said, "Why is it emptiness, loneliness, and hot? Shouldn't it be emptiness, loneliness, and cold?" He thought Song Ci had said something wrong.

Song Ci cast a wink at him. She said, "I miss you, so I am hot, understand?"

Han Zhan: "..."

He looked around subconsciously, confirming that there were no Chinese, and no one could understand, and the old man's restless heart calmed down. "Don't seduce me." This is cruel.

Song Ci sighed, she collapsed and said listlessly: "I have a nightmare."

Han Zhan picked up a bag and was about to show it to Song Ci. After hearing this, he put down the bag and walked out of the specialty store. After finding a place where the few people stood, Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's face carefully, only to find that her face was a little pale.

"What did you dream about?" Han Zhan's tone became extremely concerned.

Song Ci felt warm, then let out a laugh. She said: "I have thoughts day by day and dream night by night, making a fuss."

"What's the matter, tell me."

After a moment of silence, Song Ci told Han Zhan about the nightmare that had just happened, "Mu Qiu came to me tonight and told me some truthful things. Anyway, it's not something touching and affectionate." She laughed at herself, and then again. Said: "She was drunk at night and slept on our sofa."

"In the middle of the night, I had a dream. I dreamed that Mu Qiu had been drugged in my wine. I woke up from the pain at night and saw Mu Qiu digging my heart. Only when I woke up I realized that I was dreaming." Song Ci remembered that dream, but still felt lingering in his heart.

"When I got up and went downstairs to look for Mu Qiu, I discovered that Mu Qiu left without even saying hello. I was bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of the string. Isn't it useless?" Song Cidu I'm sorry to let Han Zhan know that she is so courageous, just living in the same room with Mu Qiu, she was terrified again and again.

Han Zhan didn't laugh at her after listening to her story. He said to Song Ci in a coaxing tone: "Porcelain Treasure, I will buy you a bag. Would you like to go to bed earlier?"

Song Ci raised his eyebrows. "Bag?"

In fact, as a celebrity, you will never dislike too many bags. But when he thought of the life style of Father Han and Han Zhan, Song Ci hesitated again.

Old man Han was obviously a heroic hero, but he went home to farm after retiring, and never got involved in official affairs. Han Zhan, who has a wealth of wealth, lives in a duplex, drives a Volvo, and helps those who really need help.

The truly rich are never financial abundance, but spiritual abundance. Song Ci felt ashamed when he thought of his previous gold-worshiping behavior in pursuit of luxury brands.

She wants to be a person like Old Man Han.

"Forget it, I don't need a bag." After thinking about it, Song Ci said, "Brother Han will bring me a beautiful stone back, OK? Every time you go on a business trip to a new place, you will bring me one. Beautiful stone."

Han Zhan felt that this gift was too shabby, and despised Song Ci. He said, "Change it."

Song Ci said, "Rite is light and affection is heavy. In this way, you can engrave the words "Porcelain Treasure" on every stone, and I can store it for a lifetime." Every stone can be preserved forever.

Song Ci hoped that Cibao could stay on the cusp of Han Zhan's heart for a lifetime. This has nothing to do with love, just possessiveness, so Song Ci justifies herself.

Han Zhan saw that Song Ci was not joking, so he agreed.

After chatting with Han Zhan for a while, Song Ci completely relaxed. After hanging up the video, she lay on the bed, thought for a while, rolled over to the side where Han Zhan usually lay, and fell asleep not long after.

At the other end, Han Zhan returned to the hotel alone.

He finished the bath, sat on the edge of the bed in his robe, turned on the computer and called up a video. If Song Ci is here, you will definitely find that the main bedroom of Han Zhan's house is monitored in this video!

The video that Han Zhan viewed was the surveillance footage from 11 to 3 pm tonight. In the surveillance camera, Song Ci was covered with a thin quilt, sleeping soundly. Han Zhan dragged the progress bar, and when he dragged it to 2:40 minutes, he suddenly sat upright.