Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan was too tall, and he was very aggrieved when he bent over to change clothes when he was nearly 1.9 meters tall.

The carriage was tight, and Han Zhan's hands and feet would always touch Song Ci during the action. The two were separated for a week and met again. There was a sweet feeling of being a little better than a newlywed. When Han Zhan's elbow touched Song Ci, both of them were silent.

After changing his clothes, Han Zhan turned his head and found that Song Ci's eyes were looking down, and he didn't know what he was looking at...

"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Han Zhan wanted to be a beast when Song Ci looked at me like that.

Song Ci also knew that she was deliberately provoking her. She touched her nose, turned and looked out the window, counting the traces of rain on the glass window.

After a long time, the car finally stopped. The sleepy Song Ci heard the movement of Han Zhan talking to the driver, opened his eyes and looked out the window, only to find that the car had been parked in the underground garage downstairs.

Song Ci got out of the car and walked to Han Zhan's side.

Han Zhan thanked the driver, holding a suitcase in each hand, and entering the elevator with Song Ci. After entering the elevator, Song Ci was about to act like a baby with Han Zhan, but someone came in.

The visitor was a young boy, who looked like a high school student, wearing a yellow jersey, and still carrying a basketball. He should have recognized Song Ci. After entering the elevator, he could not help but aim at her.

Song Ci is very self-conscious, knowing that the young man is looking at herself, she suddenly hugged Han Zhan's arm, coughed lightly, and said to the young man: "Brother, don't worry about me, no result."

The young man was flushed, and when he reached the ninth floor, he hurried out like a tortoise with his head down. Han Zhan laughed as soon as he left. "You bully even children."

"Where is he young?" Song Ci was not convinced, and argued: "He is four or five years younger than me at most."

Han Zhan said: "Four or five years younger than you, isn't that a kid?"

Song Ci suddenly smiled.

Han Zhan didn't understand what she was laughing at again. "Why are you laughing?"

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's deep brows and sneered: "I'm ten years younger than you, am I not a kid too? Interview Mr. Han and do adult things with children, don't you feel uneasy? Think animals are inferior?"

An uneasy conscience is worse than a beast. Wearing these two charges on his head, Han Zhan rarely became dumb and lost his power of sophistry.

When Song Ci saw Han Zhan deflated, his mood was refreshed.

When he got out of the elevator, Song Ci took the initiative to help Han Zhan share a suitcase. The two took their luggage home, Han Zhan opened the door, and as soon as he moved the luggage into the hallway, Song Ci hugged his waist from behind.

Her long arms were placed on Han Zhan's grey shirt, the color contrast was very sharp. Song Ci's head kept rubbing against his back. "Brother Han..." She only yelled Brother Han, but the hint was full.

Han Zhan opened her hand very calmly. He turned around, looked down at Song Ci's exquisite face, and said solemnly: "My kid, after hearing your condemnation, I just want to be a man now."

Song Ci was dumbfounded.

Understanding that Han Zhan was talking about the elevator, Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry.

This man is so stingy.

"Then I beg you to be a beast." Song Ci has no lower limit and takes the initiative to admit his mistakes. Han Zhan endured and endured it. He couldn't help it. He leaned his forehead against Song Ci's forehead and whispered to her softly: "Porcelain Bao, why are you so afraid of death?"

Really young, so unscrupulous.

Song Ci was very arrogant. She said, "How can I know if I don't try?"

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows.

Yes, try and try.

There was thunder and rain outside the window, the sky was dim, and the room with no lights turned on was dim and dangerous, but there was a terrible magic that attracts people to die.

On the edge of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lightning pulled out a few scary scratches, like old tree roots intertwined. A terrifying light was printed on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Song Ci subconsciously turned to look at the light, but Han Zhan covered his eyes with his hand.

Rumbling--

The thunder was amazing.

In the loud thunder, Song Ci heard Han Zhan's contented grunt.

He let her die and resurrected her.

...

Song Ci lay softly on the bed, his head resting on a pure black pillow, because he had cried, his eyes were all red. Han Zhan was on the phone with someone on the side, his voice was flat and indifferent, completely different from the beast who had pestered her to call his brother over and over again.

Song Ci glanced at the contents of the trash can, her eyes a little confused. It's ovulation and it's a good time to get pregnant. Why does Han Zhan use contraception?

Is she so ugly that she is not worthy to give birth to the Han family?

Song Ci was thinking wildly, and the person next to him finally hung up the phone. Seeing that Song Ci was still asleep, Han Zhan asked her if she was sleepy.

Song Ci shook his head.

"I'm thinking about a question."

"Huh?" Han Zhan's subwoofer was lazy and weird.

Song Ci turned over and looked at Han Zhan's side face leaning against the bed.

No matter how you look at it, everything is perfect.

"Why is Brother Han's surname Han?"

As soon as he asked this question, Song Ci saw that all the warm colors on Han Zhan's face disappeared completely. For an instant, Song Ci felt that the temperature in the house had dropped. She suddenly realized that Han Zhan was actually a very terrifying person. He didn't deliberately suppress his momentum, and no one dared to approach him.

Song Ci poked Han Zhan's clavicle cautiously, "Brother Han, don't scare me, you are like this, it's scary."

Song Ci's poke was like an acupuncture point on Han Zhan's body, and Han Zhan finally recovered his popularity. He shook his head slightly, not wanting to explain the problem, but he didn't want to deceive Song Ci. "I don't want to say, I will tell you later."

Song Ci hurriedly said yes.

Song Ci didn't dare to speak any more just now, because she was irritated by Han Zhan. She felt awkward and couldn't sleep.

She was shocked by the way Han Zhan just now.

Realizing Song Ci's anxiety, Han Zhan suddenly held her in his arms. "Don't think too much, sleep."

Song Ci closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Pretending to be dressed, I really fell asleep, and I couldn't wake up.

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When he woke up again, it was already dark, Song Ci opened his eyes and turned on the lights. She wrapped her dressing gown and went downstairs. She saw the lights in the meeting room on the second floor. She could hear strangers talking. Occasionally, Han Zhan would echo a few words.

Song Ci decided to cook first.

She opened the refrigerator, a little embarrassed. When Han Zhan was away from home, the refrigerator was emptied by her. Song Ci found a purple sweet potato, a handful of noodles, and three eggs.

When Han Zhan came downstairs after the video conference and saw the dinner on the table, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked gloomy.

Two roasted purple potatoes, a bowl of egg noodles, and two fried eggs, this is dinner...

Like Xian Bao'er, Song Ci pushed the bowl of egg silk noodles and a piece of purple potato to Han Zhan's position, smiled and said to him: "Brother Han, you will eat all the good things." She only kept it. Two eggs.

Han Zhan walked over in silence, sat down, glanced at the things on the table, and said, "Give it all to me, this is not enough."

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Han Zhan and Song Ci are not brothers and sisters, don’t think about it, don’t engage in German orthopedics