Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"Before the accident, there were countless women who chased him, but what about it?" Song Ci stared at the beautiful girl in the mirror, with a domineering look on her face, she said: "So many people didn't get it. Han Zhan, finally became my Han Zhan."

Hearing this, Li Yao squinted her eyes and looked at Song Ci scrutinizingly. From the face of the young girl, she saw the city of possessiveness and scheming. Sure enough, the first lady, how silly and sweet.

"Song Ci, since I decided to be Han Zhan's wife, I hope you can support each other for a lifetime." Li Yao doesn't care about the reason and purpose of Song Ci and Han Zhan's marriage, she only cares about the result.

I only hope that Song Ci will treat Han Zhan well and live up to his life.

Song Ci turned around and looked at Li Yao seriously. She looked serious and said: "As long as Han Zhan can live up to me, Song Ci will definitely live up to him."

With her words, Li Yao was relieved.

After changing her dress, Song Ci was doing modeling in Li Yao's studio. After finishing the styling, Li Yao looked at Song Ci with satisfaction, and said, "Well, now I can show Zhan Zhan the most beautiful side of you."

Song Ci looked at himself in the glasses, a little expecting Han Zhan's reaction.

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Han Zhan was sitting at the coffee table in the lobby, talking on the phone, speaking in German. He should be discussing Zeus One with a German partner. Song Ci waited until he finished talking on the phone before coughing.

Han Zhan turned his head in surprise and was a little surprised to see Song Ci standing behind him. "All right?"

Song Ci circled her fingers in front of her collarbone. She stared at Han Zhan with wintry eyes, expecting and nervously asking Han Zhan, "Brother Han, how is it, isn't it beautiful?"

Han Zhan's attention was placed on her dress.

"Not so good." As if not seeing the bleak color in Song Ci's eyes, Han Zhan opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Lady Cheng's 80th birthday is a serious occasion. I think you should wear more modest and conservative ones. Dress..."

The justice was awe-inspiring, but Han Zhan's eyes lingered between Song Ci's collarbone and chest.

After listening to Song Ci, she felt reasonable. She was about to nod, but Li Yao on the side stared at Han Zhan with a look through everything, and said blankly: "What nonsense, are you worried that she is too good-looking and will be missed by others?"

Which man is not possessive?

Han Zhan was embarrassed when his mind was poked. Song Ci's eyes were faintly bright. She tilted her head and asked Han Zhan, "Aunt Li said the truth?"

How can Han Zhan admit it.

He said with a serious face: "Change one, I think that one is good." Song Ci looked at the direction of Han Zhan's fingers. It was a red slanted-shoulder style fishtail skirt, which was not too revealing. , And appear solemn.

In her own heart, Song Ci wanted to dress beautifully, but she still considered Han Zhan's possessiveness, and finally put on the red fishtail dress.

Before leaving, Han Zhan said to Li Yao: "Aunt Li, I also want that purple dress. Someone will come and pick it up later."

Li Yao raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Hurry up!"

Before Song Ci heard Han Zhan's words, he was slightly startled. How is this person capricious?

Standing in the elevator, Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "Don't you like that one?"

Han Zhan said, "You look good in your clothes."

"You don't allow me to wear it." Song Ci was a little annoyed. At this time, the advantages of being single are reflected, and who can control what you want to wear when you are single. However, after getting married, Song Ci could only please him.

Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was dissatisfied with her decision, and knew that the reason she was willing to obey and change her dress was to please herself. He leaned against Song Ci's ear and said, "You can wear it at home, I like it very much."

Song Ci thought of the hot scene and took a deep look at Han Zhan. She suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Han, I am only 22 years old this year. You, 32 years old, although you are now in prime of life. , Physical strength and spirit are very good, you can toss whatever you want..."

Seeing Han Zhan was attracted by his own words, Song Ci became vengeful, pretending to be so worldly and kitsch: "They say that women thirty are like wolves and forty like tigers.

Patting Han Zhan's belly, you can feel the vigorous power hidden underneath through the clothes. What Song Ci thought in his heart was that the muscles were really hard, but he said something wrong. "At that time, I am afraid that the muscles will become fat, the uncle will become the grandfather, and the physical strength will not keep up with the relationship between the couple.

Han Zhan's eyebrows jumped wildly, and he resisted the urge to beat Song Ci violently.

The elevator reached the first floor. After Han Zhan stepped out, he suddenly turned around and stopped Song Ci who was about to get out of the elevator.

Song Ci looked up at him and saw Han Zhan's expression gloomy and said, "Cibao is right, so I should use up your energy in advance, so that you won't have the energy to fix those moths when you are thirty."

Song Ci: "..."

She has some sore legs.

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On the way to the Cheng's mansion, neither of them spoke, and they both had ghosts in their hearts. Han Zhan's driver left early, and now Long Yu is driving. Long Yu found that the atmosphere in the car was weird and didn't dare to speak too much, so he drove down.

The car arrived safely at the gate of Cheng's house.

Han Zhan retracted his gaze from the window and turned his head to see Song Ci staring at the Cheng's house in a daze. She looked gloomy, as if she was thinking of something unhappy.

Han Zhan suddenly said to Long Yu: "Brother Long, find a place to rest first."

Long Yu knew that Han Zhan had something to tell Song Ci and to distract him. "Okay." Long Yu got out of the car and walked towards the street, planning to eat something.

There was no one in the car, so Song Ci tilted her head to look at the door of the former Formula House mansion. Her eyes were gloomy and there was no smile on her face. "I have lived in this house for six years. The Cheng family is rich and there are many people in the house, but it is strange that they just can't hear the cry of despair."

During the years when Song Ci was beaten by Cheng Ziang, it was not that she had never cried, but the servants downstairs came and went, and when they heard it, they just pretended not to hear.

Things like eyes and ears are sensor tubes when you need them. When you don't need them, they are just decorations. There are many people in this world, and a deaf-mute person lives in their hearts.

Song Ci pointed to the plaque hanging directly above the front gate, staring at the word'Cheng Zhai', and said: "The first time I was beaten by Cheng Ziang was at the gate." Because she smiled at the courier, It caused trouble.

"When the servants saw it, they all bowed their heads and pretended to be blind."

Han Zhan's heart was aching slightly. He squeezed Song Ci's hand and told her, "Now you are Mrs. Han, no one dares to hit you."

Song Ci smiled at Han Zhan and suddenly changed the subject. She said, "Do you know how Cheng Ziang retaliated against me after I reported Cheng Ziang in my previous life?"

Han Zhan twisted his eyebrows and subconsciously wanted to refuse to listen, but in his heart he wanted to know more about Song Ci.

Han Zhan was silent and heard Song Ci say calmly: "He hired a homeless man and told him that as long as he can crippled me, he will get half a million yuan."