Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

This is a Chinese restaurant. The sisters sit in a small box and chat and wait for Han Zhan.

When Han Zhan pushed the door into the room, a 1.9-meter tall man stood in the small box with a strong sense of presence, and the box suddenly became a little narrow.

Mu Qiu was embarrassed to look at Han Zhan blatantly, but only dared to glance once in a while. She thought with regret: What a pity, how can such a handsome and tall man be disabled?

When seeing Mu Qiu for the first time, Han Zhan also prepared a gift for Mu Qiu, a pearl brooch. This is not a precious gift, but it is a very pleasing move.

Mu Qiu smiled and pinned the brooch to her chest. She raised her head and smiled shyly at Han Zhan, thanking him for the gift. "Thank you brother-in-law, it cost you money. The brooch looks very nice. I like it very much."

Han Zhan put an egg dumpling for Song Ci. Then he looked up at Mu Qiu. He replied coldly and politely: "It's just a small gift, it's not a waste. Besides, you are Song Ci's sister, so I have to Isn't it to please you."

Han Zhan shook Song Ci's hand, but stared directly at Mu Qiu. He half-joked and half-seriously said: "All those who are good to Song Ci, I will remember their kindness and treat him well. Of course. Well, all those who bullied Song Ci will be doubled back."

"Whoever makes Song Ci shed a drop of blood, I will let her lose her life."

This should sound like a sentence full of two winds, but when coupled with Han Zhan's aggressive and overly serious expression, it makes people shudder with a chill.

Mu Qiu's expression didn't change much, but the hand holding the chopsticks was tight.

What is Han Zhan implying?

Did he find something?

Could it be...

Thinking of how he nearly assassinated Song Ci at Han Zhan's house that night, Mu Qiu felt a chill on his back.

Mu Qiu lowered his head unconsciously, not daring to see Han Zhan.

At this moment, Song Ci burst out laughing suddenly. Mu Qiu raised his head in surprise and saw Song Ci pinching Han Zhan's cheek.

Song Ci asked Han Zhan dumbfoundedly: "Brother Han, are you watching idol dramas again? I asked you to follow the TV to learn love stories, not let you act like them and pretend to be cool."

Han Zhan also smiled. He tilted his head and asked Song Ci, "Isn't what I said just now?"

Song Ci said: "It's not like."

Han Zhan took a sip of water and said modestly: "It seems I have to learn more."

Mu Qiu humbly asked in the mist, "What are you...what are you talking about?"

Song Ci laughed for a long time before stopping, her brows and eyes were filled with unconcealable happiness and ostentation. Song Ci told Mu Qiu: "Your brother-in-law is in his thirties, and he can't keep up with our young life. He can't even speak love."

"I don't think he can talk about love, so let him learn from TV. He just wanted to say love to me in front of you, to make me happy, and show affection with me. But this fool..."

"Second school too! Whoever makes Song Ci shed a drop of blood, I will let her lose her life..." Song Ci couldn't help but began to laugh, and his stomach hurts.

Song Ci's palm was against the back of Han Zhan's hand, looking up at Han Zhan's affectionate blue eyes, she began to act like a baby again, "Brother Han, you must protect me and don't hurt me."

Han Zhan: "Well. I will protect you."

Mu Qiudun felt completely tasteless, and all the dishes on the table in front of him became sour in dog food.

After a meal, Song Ci and Han Zhan said goodbye to Mu Qiu before leaving with their companions.

Han Zhan came by car, and Song Ci sat in his co-pilot obediently.

She fastened her seat belt, and Song Ci gave Han Zhan a thumbs up with her left hand, "Good-looking Brother Han, he performed very well today and deserves a reward."

Thinking of Mu Qiu holding his chopsticks so frightened, Song Ci felt refreshed.

Han Zhan asked her: "What's the reward?"

Song Ci: "What do you want?"

Han Zhan suddenly stretched out his left hand, pressing his palm against Song Ci's delicate neck skin, rubbing his fingers on the smooth and white skin. Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's slightly moving, almost transparent blood vessels, and praised her: "Your neck is very beautiful."

Song Ci did not dare to look directly at Han Zhan's fiery eyes.

She hummed softly, "Of course, what's not good about me?"

Han Zhan wanted to get close and kiss that seductive neck, and he did the same. However, before I got close to Song Ci’s skin, I heard Song Ci’s cold tone: "My neck is so beautiful. When you pinch it, is it not the same as brutal?"

Han Zhan: "..."

He remembered that on the day Song Ci had a car accident and had surgery, he almost broke Song Ci's neck. Han Zhan's expression was sorrowful, he pulled back, and gently stroked Song Ci's neck skin with his right hand through a leather glove.

After a while, Han Zhan suddenly sighed, "Blame your neck for being so thin that you didn't pinch."

Song Ci was annoyed. She took off her seat belt on the spot, got over the central armrest of the car, and sat directly on Han Zhan. Song Ci grinned and stretched out his hands and pinched Han Zhan's neck.

She sternly threatened: "Believe it or not, I will strangle you to death."

Han Zhan held her waist with both hands and said, "Don't move." Han Zhan's voice became dumb in an instant, sounding very desire.

If something happens again, it is guaranteed that tomorrow, on the Wangdongcheng forum, there will be a post saying "Song Ci has a good relationship with her husband, XX on the street".

Song Ci noticed Han Zhan's change, she cursed a beast, and quickly returned to her position to sit down. Song Ci fastened his seat belt and put down the window to let the wind in, making his blushing cheeks cooler.

Mu Qiu stood at the door of the hotel from a distance, through the front windshield of the car, witnessing Song Ci flirting with her brother-in-law. There was a touch of envy and yearning in her eyes.

What is it like to be in love?

Mu Qiu once had a crush on boys, but she never had a serious love experience. She took out her bucket list and stared at the last three lists in a daze--

6. Choose a suitable cemetery for yourself;

7. Wear a wedding dress once and take a wedding photo of a person;

8. Sleep with a handsome single man.

In Mu Qiu's mind, the appearance of a man flashed. She shook her head, folded the list, and put it in her bag.

People who are dying are not qualified to fall in love.

There is not much time left in his life. Mu Qiu doesn't want to go home and go to bed early, because he feels it was a waste of time. Standing on the sultry and noisy street, Mu Qiu suddenly had an urge in her heart, she wanted to find someone to accompany.

At 9:30 at night, Mu Qiu stood at the entrance of the bar street, looking at the bar street in front of him.

On both sides of the street, there is a bar next to each other. Several of them are very famous. People who visit Dongcheng from other places often visit those shops to check in and drink.

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Qiu finally moved and walked towards a bar called ‘One-Station’.

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