Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Thinking of what happened, Song Ci checked both the violin and the recording microphone, and as expected, everything had the word "Porcelain Treasure" on it.

Song Ci stroked the strings on the violin, and his heart was hot.

She adjusted the tone of the violin and couldn't help playing a piece of music casually.

That is a brisk song.

After Song Ci finished pulling and looked up, he saw Han Zhan who did not know when he had finished the bath, and was leaning on the piano, drinking tea with a glass in his hand. The teacup is filled with fat sea.

Health boss.

Song Ci held the violin and asked Han Zhan: "It cost a lot of money?" This royal blue piano Song Ci knew that it was a limited edition specially customized by Steinway pianos to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the Steinway family Boston piano. Only 20 in the world.

This is not a piano, this is a work of art.

The price of getting this piano is certainly not low.

Han Zhan said: "Let's talk about courtesy, this is my wedding gift for you." She gave him a tie, and he gave her a set of top musical instruments.

"Then I can make a lot of money." Song Ci did not reject Han Zhan's wishes, she accepted the gift.

"Hey." Song Ci sighed suddenly.

"Sigh?" Han Zhan asked her.

Song Ci was a little unwilling, "I really want to show off my wealth, but I am afraid of revealing your identity."

Han Zhan reached out and rubbed her head. "Don't try the piano?"

Song Ci immediately regained his energy. She hung the violin on the wall, went to sit down in front of the piano, and said to Han Zhan, "Come on, Brother Han, I will play and you sing."

Han Zhan sat down, his expression somewhat silent.

Song Ci asked him: "What song can you sing?"

Han Zhan hesitated: "The March of the Volunteers."

Song Ci looked dazed, then smiled brightly, and said doglegally: "...the national anthem is good, the national anthem is inspiring."

So Song Ci played the March of Volunteers, and Han Zhan sang loudly in his throat just like singing in the army.

After playing the tune, Song Ci suddenly shook her phone and said to Han Zhan, "I recorded it."

"Give it to me." Han Zhan wanted to grab the phone, so why would Song Ci pay it back. She got up quickly, without her slippers, strode to the sofa and sat down.

Song Ci hurriedly opened Weibo and said while uploading it: "It will be National Day in a while. We will sing the national anthem in advance to wish the motherland prosperous and peaceful."

Han Zhan followed, and after hearing this, he stopped snatching her phone, turned around and walked back to the sofa to sit down.

Song Ci posted on Weibo, "It's done."

Under Song Ci's Weibo, the comments from fans are very interesting. Some praised Han Zhan Steel as a straight man, and some praised his good voice.

"Brother Han, some people say that you are a male voice, suitable to be an anchor."

Without hearing Han Zhan's answer, Song Ci put down the phone and turned to stare at Han Zhan. Han Zhan sat on the sofa, eating dried sweet potatoes sent to him by his grandfather and watching international news on TV.

During the heaving, the bones of his throat kept rolling up and down.

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's **** collarbone, thinking of the deep, magnetic gratification sigh he made on her head yesterday afternoon, and could not help swallowing.

Thinking things were too exciting, Song Ci suddenly got up and walked towards the kitchen, walking a little faster.

Han Zhan looked away from the TV and followed Song Ci's back to the kitchen. When she saw her pouring a glass of ice water, his face suddenly sank.

Abandoning the dried sweet potatoes, Han Zhan got up and walked to the kitchen, taking away the ice water from Song Ci. "I have said that how many times, drink less ice water." He poured the ice water into the pool.

With his palm empty, Song Ci turned around helplessly. She stared at the empty glass in Han Zhan's hand, her expression complicated, "I'm a little hot."

Han Zhan: "24 degrees, what are you hot." Is it foolish to be a fool?

Song Ci can't tell Han Zhan, I see you, and think of something, so I feel hot.

Staring at Han Zhan, Song Ci whispered, "Isn't it all to blame you!" Stomping his feet, Song Ci ran upstairs angrily. Sure enough to be an old man, the heat can only be body heat, can't the heart be hot?

Staring at Song Ci's twisted buttocks, Han Zhan was confused. Why do you blame him? Can't figure out where he provoke Song Ci, Han Zhan still followed upstairs, wanting to ask for some understanding.

Song Ci was already taking a shower, and the neck brace she temporarily removed was placed on the corner of the bed. Song Ci had just turned on the shower, and the heat had not yet dissipated. Han Zhan could see Song Ci's every move inside the translucent glass wall.

He turned his back and waited quietly.

Song Ci took this bath very quickly. After taking the bath, she came out with only a bath towel. Opening the door, Song Ci was shocked when she saw Han Zhan suddenly. She patted her chest and asked angrily: "What are you doing here."

Han Zhan turned around and asked humbly, "Are you angry?"

Song Ci: "No."

Han Zhan: "But your expression tells me that you are angry."

Song Ci simply broke the jar, she said: "Yes, I am angry. I received the gift you gave me, I was excited. I see you sitting next to me, with a well-dressed appearance, I just I just want to sleep with you."

"I blame you, I blame you for being charming, but you don't know it!" Song Ci took off the towel with wet hair, threw it into Han Zhan's arms with a surprised expression, and asked him angrily: "I heard Are you satisfied with my explanation?"

Song Ci suffocated a breath and said a long paragraph. After speaking, he panted a little bit hard, and his collarbone and neck were all moving. Because of his shame, his cheeks were red, like a chubby pufferfish.

Han Zhan squeezed the wet turban and said, "Oh, so what you want is not ice water, it's me."

Han Zhan's summary is very accurate.

Song Ci: "...you were the representative of the Chinese class when you were studying? So you can sum it up." Her cheeks became even hotter, and she simply ignored Han Zhan and went over to get a neck brace.

When passing by, Han Zhanyi grasped Song Ci's hand.

Song Ci stared, "What are you doing?"

Han Zhan looked down at her, his expression calm and calm, but he said: "It's true that I thought about it when you played the piano before. I was afraid that you thought I was a pervert, so I didn't mention it."

When he saw the real sapphire blue piano, he was thinking about what a moving picture of such a white Song porcelain lying on it. Just thinking about it, Han Zhan didn't want to be a human again.

I just want to be a beast.

Song Ci was slightly startled.

She stared at Han Zhan's pretendingly calm skin, and was silent for a moment, before sneering and saying, "It really is a pervert." Feeling that it was not enough to relieve her anger, she made another stab: "Old pervert."

Pervert is true pervert, and old is also really old.

Being attacked again, Han Zhan felt helpless. He picked up the neck brace and put it on Song Ci himself. Song Ci stood obediently to cooperate with him, not stubborn. She recalled what she had said when she scolded Han Zhan just now, the more she thought about it, the more things went wrong.

Han Zhan is an old pervert, so what is she?

Song Ci was embarrassed.

After wearing the neck brace, Han Zhan did not withdraw his hand. He gently stroked Song Ci's collarbone with his left hand. Song Ci's neck is actually very beautiful, with beautiful lines, and the collarbone and neck are very **** when he looks up. Han Zhan has never left his mark in that place.

Han Zhan suddenly asked Song Ci: "When can I remove the neck brace?"

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Q: What does the neck brace do?