Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After saying goodbye to Cheng Yanmo, Mu Qiu went home. In the shower, she washed her hair by the way. She took off her headscarf and found a hair dryer to dry her hair. Opening the drawer, Mu Qiu reached for the hair dryer, but his eyes were taken away by the tape next to the hair dryer.

Thinking of the post I had seen before, I don't know what form it came from, Mu Qiu took out the tape, opened it, and compared it.

19 cm...

So long!

Mu Qiu whizzed and threw the tape ruler, his heart pounding wildly.

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Song Ci removed his neck brace today. On the way home, when Han Zhan waited for the red light several times, he couldn't help but glance at Song Ci's neck. Such a white neck can easily leave his mark...

Han Zhan's gaze was too aggressive, Song Ci noticed it, and he was restless. She knew that tonight it must be past zero to sleep. Thinking of what would happen later, Song Ci was afraid and expected.

Brother Han is skilled and physically strong. Song Ci likes to get close to Han Zhan. However, too much physical strength is not a good thing.

As the car drove into the underground garage, Han Zhan and Song Ci unfastened their seat belts and got out of the car without saying a word, and entered the elevator one after another. Song Ci stood near the elevator door, and Han Zhan leaned back slightly.

Song Ci stared at the reflective wall of the elevator, and saw Han Zhan staring at his body behind him, looking domineering and deep as if he were looking at his belongings. The elevator rose slowly, Song Ci and Han Zhan still did not talk, but another invisible flame was burning and scorching in the elevator car.

The longer the silence is now, the more shocking the explosion later.

The elevator finally stopped in front of Han Zhan's house.

The house that Han Zhan bought was one elevator, and the elevator went straight to his home. The entrance from the elevator belonged to his home. The two stepped out of the elevator, Song Ci in the front and Han Zhan in the back.

Song Ci took out the key from the bag and opened the door. As soon as the key was inserted into the keyhole, his waist was hugged by a pair of powerful iron arms. Song Ci Ergen was held by Han Zhan.

After being stimulated, Song Ci's scalp was numb, and his hands were a little trembling. She shivered and opened the lock. As soon as she opened the door, she was pushed from behind by Han Zhan and fell into the house.

Song Ci almost fell, and was hugged by Han Zhan, who had long hands and feet. After a while, Song Ci's back pressed against the wall. She raised her head to Han Zhan's suggestive eyes of desire, and she was secretly surprised.

"Brother Han." She spit out subconsciously. Pointing to the second floor, Song Ci said, "Go to the second floor?"

"Do not."

Han Zhan suddenly hugged Song Ci and took her to the French window in the living room. Putting Song Ci down, Han Zhan opened the curtains, and the bustling night scene slowly appeared at the feet of the two.

Han Zhan said beside her: "Porcelain treasure, I will accompany you tonight."

Upon hearing this, Song Ci felt soft...

Song Ci looked at the gorgeous night light with a warm heart. She couldn't help but think of coming home with Han Zhan on the first day. She was standing in front of the French window, making things funny about Han Zhan like an old driver.

At that time, Song Ci relied on Han Zhan not to really touch her, so he felt confident. But now it's time for real swords and guns to play, and Song Ci is shocked.

"Scared?" Han Zhan asked deliberately.

Aroused by Han Zhan, Song Ci suddenly turned into a bone, and uttered cruel words: "Who is afraid of who is a dog!"

...

After a long time, the enthusiasm gradually calmed down. Every bone in Song Ci exudes a lazy breath, her head lying on Han Zhan's pillow, her short hair, her ears are slightly red.

Han Zhan brought a glass of warm water and coaxed Song Ci to drink it, deliberately teasing her: "Porcelain dog, drink water."

Song Ci: "..."

"Before going to bed, I am your porcelain jewel, and after going to bed I am your porcelain dog, Brother Han, you are too realistic." Song Ci gave Han Zhan a hard look, and then opened his mouth to hold the cup and squeeze. Drooling.

The throat that had been crying was moisturized with warm water, making it much more comfortable.

Han Zhan smirked.

Song Ci felt a little dry lips, she muttered, "Where is my lip mask?"

Han Zhan asked her: "Which one is?"

Song Ci closed his eyes and said, "The most delicate and small one, dark green."

"Let me see." Han Zhan put down his water glass, went to Song Ci's dressing table, looked in the drawer, and found two small dark green pots. He said: "There are two, both are dark green."

Song Ci: "One is eye cream and the other is lip mask."

Han Zhan simply took both of them. Song Ci opened his eyes and pointed to one of them. Han Zhan handed it to her, but Song Ci put the lip mask into Han Zhan's right hand again, and she said, "You can wipe it for me."

Han Zhan took off his gloves and prosthesis, and could only pinch the lip membrane with his thumb and the remaining two fingers. He glanced at Song Ci and agreed, "Okay."

Song Ci lay directly on Han Zhan's lap. She still felt dissatisfied and said, "Your muscles are too hard. It's better to be soft."

Han Zhan told her: "Many men don't pay attention to fitness and exercise. They start to get lucky after 30. Do you like fatter ones?"

Song Ci thought about what Han Zhan looked like after getting fat.

He is tall, and then he gets fat...

When you get in the car, the wheels will probably deflate. Pressing on her body, she might die.

Song Ci shook his head quickly, "It's better to be strong."

Han Zhan chuckled lightly.

He wiped Song Ci's lip mask carefully. Although it was the first time he had done such a thing, he was not clumsy. After wiping, Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's eyelashes. She closed her eyes, and her curled eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on the bottom of her eyes.

Han Zhan's fingertips swept across Song Ci's eyelashes.

Song Ci said, "I blame you, I hate anything bad, but I hate long hair. If my hair is still there, it will feel comfortable to the touch." When it comes to hair, Song Ci feels upset.

Han Zhan also knew that he was at a disadvantage. He didn't compete with Song Ci, and he only praised sincerely: "You look good like this."

Song Ci hummed proudly. She said, "No, I'm Song Ciye. Since high school, I have been the school flower. In the past few years, the University League voted for the most beautiful school flower, and I was top every time."

Han Zhan pretended to be surprised, "Oh? Is it so powerful?"

"Yeah, marry a beautiful young girl like me, Brother Han, you should snicker when you sleep."

Han Zhan was amused by Song Ci. "Yes, my toad ate the swan meat."

Knowing that Han Zhan was just making himself happy, but listening to him belittle himself, Song Ci felt uncomfortable again.

Song Ci suddenly opened her eyes and took a serious look at Han Zhan. She touched Han Zhan's face, but said, "I climbed you up high." Song Ci knew how many catties she had, as Han Zhan. How could Song Ci be worthy of his status and financial resources.

She was born again, and after knowing Han Zhan's true identity, she deliberately approached Han Zhan, and then she stepped on to this long leg before others. Without the golden finger of rebirth, Song Ci and Han Zhan would always be two strangers.