Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci stopped staring at the movie. She poked Han Zhan on the arm and asked him, "Did they give you a woman?" She knew the things that Song Ci was in at Mu's parents' college and shopping malls.

Although knowing that this is normal, Song Ci still resisted. She doesn't mind what Han Zhan's past is, but she can't accept Han Zhan's messing around after marriage.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci seriously, and when Song Ci saw his serious expression, he calmed down. Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and said, "You are my wife, I will never do anything to sorry my wife."

"They gave away the woman, but I didn't touch it, and didn't even touch the eyes of my fingers." Han Zhan was telling the truth. He also knew it was hard to convince Song Ci with nothing but nothing, but he had nothing to do. Explanation. .

Song Ci took a deep look at him, but didn't delve into it anymore.

She looked like she didn't care about it, but Han Zhan had no idea. He was not sure whether Song Ci was really calm now, or pretended to be generous. Han Zhan suddenly said: "Or in the future, I will wear a monitor on my body. You can listen at any time. I will never take it off."

Han Zhan's identity, being able to say such things, really valued Song Ci.

A smile finally appeared on Song Ci's face. She suddenly said: "I am not interested in eavesdropping on trade secrets. If you really want to reassure me, why not go to Taobao to customize a chastity lock for you to wear."

Han Zhan's face finally changed. "So cruel?"

Song Ci just laughed, but didn't embarrass him anymore. She continued to watch the movie, and Han Zhan asked her again: "What did you eat tonight?"

Song Ci: "Fruit Salad."

Han Zhan sniffed at Song Ci's mouth. He said, "Did you eat cherry tomatoes?" Han Zhan was very sensitive to the breath, even if Song Ci had brushed his teeth, he could smell it.

Song Ci nodded.

Han Zhan said: "I want to eat too."

Song Ci: "Then I will ask the front desk to bring some." After that, she gestured to get the landline phone by the bed. Han Zhan suddenly held her arm, pressed her on the pillow, looked down at her and said, "There is something ready, what can I do at the front desk?"

Song Ci: "Huh?" Before she could understand Han Zhan's meaning, her mouth was kissed by Han Zhan. The old hooligan carefully savored the taste of the sacred fruit before letting go of Song porcelain.

He stared at Song Ci, who was blushing, and praised sincerely: "It tastes good."

Song Ci put his arms around his neck, and sighed against his face, "There are even better ones. Would you like to try it?"

Han Zhan's thumb gently rubbed Song Ci's eyes. He seemed to love her eyes very much, always looking for opportunities to touch them. "Is this an invitation?" Han Zhan's voice was dumb, watching her eyes grow thicker and harder to hide.

Song Ci pointed to the complete tools at the head of the bed and said, "The hotel is so considerate, we can't waste them, right?"

"Madam is right."

After some enthusiasm, Song porcelain was successfully broken into a broken porcelain.

Her head was resting on Han Zhan's stomach, and her limp body curled up slightly. Song Ci played with Han Zhan's right hand and carefully looked at the scars of his amputated finger. He was used to seeing it, and Song Ci didn't think that finger was ugly.

Han Zhan also looked away, no longer hid the hand, let Song Ci play. Song Ci gradually became sleepy, and fell asleep directly on Han Zhan's body. Han Zhan adjusted her posture and was ready to sleep.

Like Song Ci, Han Zhan habitually turns his mobile phone into silent mode before going to bed. He was about to unlock his phone when he found an unread new WeChat message.

Who?

Han Zhan opened WeChat and found that there was a friend named S in his WeChat.

Who is this?

Did an old friend change the WeChat name?

S: [Song Ci is by your side? 】

Han Zhan's eyes flashed.

He asked the other person: [Are you? 】

The other party’s answer was concise, but shocking: [Song Fei. 】

Han Zhan's expression was startled.

Song Fei? She wakes up!

Song Fei sent another message: [Avoid little idiots, I have something to tell you. 】

Han Zhan suppressed the stormy waves in his heart. He turned his head and glanced at Song Ci, who was snoring softly. He got off the bed with his mobile phone and walked out of the master bedroom. Passing through the tea room outside the master bedroom, to the office at the other end, Han Zhan closed the door, and then sat down on the chair.

He looked at the phone for a while before he typed a sentence and sent it to Song Fei——

[How to prove that you are Song Fei? 】

Song Fei pursued speed and efficiency in her work. She didn't bother to explain, so she called a video directly.

Suddenly seeing his wife's family members, Han Zhan was in a hurry. Having stabilized his mind, Han Zhan just answered the video. As soon as Song Fei's face appeared in the camera, Han Zhan knew that this person was Song Fei.

Their sisters look so alike, but their temperaments are far different. The same facial features, but Song Ci's eyes are filled with stars, charming and charming. But Song Fei's eyes were icy and snowy, and one glance was daunting.

Before Han Zhan could speak, Song Fei said, "Just like that little idiot, call me sister." Thinking that my sister was too kind, Song Fei said again: "Call Fei." Fei was very kind. .

32-year-old Han Zhan stared at 22-year-old Song Fei, a little hard to speak. But when Song Fei spoke, Han Zhan didn't dare to fail. He shouted in embarrassment, "Sister Fei."

Song Fei nodded coldly, "Yeah." She stared at Han Zhan carefully for a while, and suddenly commented: "Although she is a little older, she looks stable and reliable. to make."

Reluctantly...

Where did Han Zhan dare to talk back, he could only listen obediently.

Song Fei slept for so many years and finally woke up. If Song Ci learns the news, he will be happy. Song Fei is the only family member of Song Ci in the true sense. He can't offend Song Fei. He has absolutely no fruit when offending Song Fei.

Seeing that Han Zhan didn't talk much, Song Fei gave him a label of'Reticence and Doing Things,' and he was more satisfied with him.

Han Zhan finally found the opportunity to ask Song Fei: "When did Sister Fei wake up? Does Song Ci know?"

Song Fei shook his head. "I only woke up yesterday morning and I haven't told her yet." Song Fei fell silent. After a while, she said again: "I have a plan that needs your cooperation. It is not convenient to tell Song Ci the news of my waking. Wait for her. Looking back at the east, I will naturally tell her."

Nodded, Han Zhan asked her again: "What do you need me to do with you?"

Song Fei took a deep look at Han Zhan, and that look had a penetrating power to see through the soul of a person. Han Zhan sat still, his expression calm as water, calm and reassuring.

Song Fei finally retracted her eyes, and she began to tell her plan.

The young and beautiful girl, with the most indifferent and calm voice, told a meticulous and cruel revenge plan. Han Zhan listened without saying a word, and as Song Fei began to narrate, a layer of goose bumps appeared on Han Zhan's back.