Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci froze for a moment.

Give it all to him?

What do you eat?

Song Ci still pushed everything in front of Han Zhan. Seeing Han Zhan really picked up his chopsticks and ate it, he didn't want to give her a bit of food. Song Ci was really aggrieved, sad, and a little bit thinking. cry.

I don't know why I was so wronged.

Sitting on her stool, she lowered her head and said, "Actually, I haven't eaten either. Can you give me some?"

Han Zhan heard this, and his reaction was very cold, "No, I can't get enough to eat."

Song Ci raised his head, his eyes flushed. "Han Zhan, you told me that I was your baby before in bed, which made me cry. Now what happened to you letting you divide me a piece of purple sweet potato? You are still not human!"

Song Ci really cried when he saw Han Zhan stretch his hand to the remaining half of purple potato.

She felt bullied. No father or mother, my sister is in a coma, and her adoptive father and sister are always thinking of asking her for her heart, so she finds a man to grab food from her! Song Ci feels that his life experience is really miserable, worse than the heroine in the TV series.

Han Zhan finally threw the half of the purple potato to Song Ci. Song Ci was angry, wiped away the teardrops, and snarled at Han Zhan stiffly: "No!"

Han Zhan knew that she was angry. Not only did he not coax her, but he also darkened his face.

Upon seeing this, Song Ci laughed angrily. "You have eaten everything, so you can't say you? You still show up!" At this moment, Song Ci just wanted to divorce.

Han Zhan suddenly opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "When I left, the ingredients in the refrigerator were only enough for you for four days. In these seven days, you only ate three days of ingredients. Song Ci, you take care of yourself like this ?"

Song Ci was taken aback.

She didn't expect Han Zhan to be angry about this.

These days Song Ci often shut herself in her room to compose music. She tends to forget the time when she does things seriously. Only when she is extremely hungry will she just cook something to deal with it. So she only had enough food for three days, and she ate it for seven days.

Before going to bed yesterday, she was thinking about going to the supermarket to buy goods this morning, but she got up a little late this morning, so she went directly to the airport to pick up Han Zhan. It rained heavily on the way back, so I forgot to purchase.

Realizing that Han Zhan was angry that he did not take good care of his body, Song Ci was at a loss and was silent, and the appearance of doing something wrong was pitiful.

Han Zhan looked at the appearance of Song Ci bowing his head and confessing his mistake, his heart was as hard as iron. He said: "When I opened the refrigerator to cook, I saw the refrigerator was empty, guessing that you must not have a good meal these days, I was really angry at that time."

"Song Ci, you are 22 years old, not two years old. You are already an adult, not a baby, so you can't..." He wanted to say that it would not be useless to this point, but he felt that it was too heavy and he couldn't bear it. so.

Song Ci wiped his eyes, grabbed the half of the purple sweet potato and gnawed, while gnawing, "I have been composing music these few days and forgot to go to the supermarket to purchase. But I promise that I will never make such mistakes in the future."

"What I want is your guarantee?" Han Zhan was helpless. He stared at Song Ci's visibly thinner body and sighed: "What I want is a healthy Song Ci."

"A full meal and a hungry meal will make your body sick." Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci deeply, and said, "Song Ci, you are not alone anymore. You are my wife and you will also be a child in the future. Mother. If you can't even take care of your own life, how will you take care of our children in the future?"

Had Han Zhan's tone become domineering and strong, "If you really want to live with me for the rest of your life, please take care of yourself. Only if you are healthy, you can talk about living together."

Song Ci heard a moment of silence, and was particularly moved.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Song Ci rubbed his eyes and planned to open the door, but Han Zhan said, "You are wearing a nightdress, I will go." Song Ci looked down at his nightdress. It was really short and not suitable for being seen.

After a while, Han Zhan came in with takeaways. Seeing the takeaway, Song Ci's expression was particularly complicated. "Brother Han, you ordered takeout."

Han Zhan put the takeaway in front of her, and asked her, "Otherwise, it makes you hungry? Who will pay if you are hungry?"

Song Ci burst into laughter again. "Brother Han, you are so kind." Older is older, but he is handsome and kind.

Song Ci was really hungry, opened the takeaway and ate it.

Han Zhan looked at her eating and said, "I'd better find a reliable cook." After glanced at Song Ci's thin arms, Han Zhan said disgustedly: "You are too thin, I don't Dare to squeeze hard."

Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry.

"Don't pinch." She thought for a while, and said, "Don't look for it first. I actually don't like having a stranger at home. When I really get pregnant and have a baby in the future, let's find someone who knows the roots to take care of it."

Han Zhan thought about it carefully and agreed.

Song Ci gave Han Zhan's endless meals. After eating, learning that Han Zhan had no work to deal with, Song Ci took out the two songs she had written these days and showed them to Han Zhan.

She talked about her inspiration when composing the score, and wanted Han Zhan to praise her as a genius, but Han Zhan was not interested in listening. This is not because Song Ci's works are poor, but Han Zhan, who has absolutely no knowledge of rhythm. Han Zhan couldn't understand the two scores in Song Ci's hands, so naturally he was not interested.

As he was speaking, he found that Han Zhan's eyes were fixed on a certain piece, which was obviously erratic. Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was wandering. She tentatively said, "Brother Han, don't you understand the music score?"

Han Zhan was rarely embarrassed. He nodded honestly, "I haven't learned it." Not only did Han Zhan never learn music, he didn't even sing many songs. He had learned a few songs when he was a soldier. Such as "Volunteer Army March", "Green Flowers in the Army", "My Old Squad Leader"...

In popular music, Han Zhan can sing completely, and only Li Yuchun's "Like You".

Hearing what Han Zhan said, Song Ci found it quite rare. However, when I revisited my thoughts that Old Man Han was an iron-blooded man in his lifetime, Han Zhan, who was led by him, didn't understand the rhythm, but he could understand it.

Song Ci asked Han Zhan curiously: "Then what did you learn outside class when you were young?"

Han Zhan said: "Calligraphy, Go, shooting."

Song Ci gave Han Zhan a thumbs up, "As expected, he is a man who has been playing guns since he was a child, Brother Han is great."

Han Zhan was amused by her exaggerated praise.

Song Ci said again: "Then I hum it for you?"

"it is good."

Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Ci closed her eyes and gently hummed her own music. Behind her are high-rise buildings, thousands of lights. Han Zhan stared at Song Ci, seeing her appearance and the lights shining behind her.

Because of her, there is finally a light in this city, left for him.