Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Fei did not dare to think about how strong Song Ci had to deal with the funeral after the loss of his parents overnight and his only sister became a vegetable.

The little girl who used to be spoiled and grown up has transformed into a long one where Song Fei can't see it.

But such a transformation is too cruel.

Song Ci was holding Song Fei reluctant to let go. She cried and said, "Song Fei, if you don't even want me, I will really be an orphan. Song Fei, you will never leave me again, never again. I can't!"

Song Fei finally put his palm on the back of Song Ci's head and hugged Song Ci firmly. Song Fei said with a swearing tone: "Okay."

The tear-jerking sisters' reunion scene was broken by a male voice. "Sister Fei, Cibao, let's get in the car first." I don't know when, Han Zhan has already walked beside the sisters.

Song Fei lifted his eyes and glanced at Han Zhan.

The first time I saw my brother-in-law, Song Fei looked at him with scrutiny and inquiry. Han Zhan has never seen any big winds and waves. No matter how proud and cold Song Fei is, Han Zhan is not afraid.

And calmly nodded to Song Fei, Han Zhan said: "It has already attracted the attention of others, so let's go home and say something."

Song Fei swept away her eyes and saw the passengers cast strange gazes at them, and she released Song Ci. "Go, go back and say." After speaking, Song Fei turned around and walked towards the car, acting swiftly and simply, not at all muddled.

Song Ci hurriedly followed, like a little follower.

Han Zhan looked at this scene and raised his eyebrows. Does his wife listen to her sister too much?

Seeing this, he must treat Song Fei better in the future.

On the way home, Han Zhan sat in the co-pilot, Song Ci and Song Fei in the back row. This is the first time that Han Zhan is sitting in the front and rear rows separately while riding in the same car as Song Ci. Observing the Song Ci in the back row from the front, it's a special taste.

In the car, Song Ci's mouth was like a faucet that opened the gate, chattering non-stop. Song Fei listened most of the time, and occasionally echoed one sentence.

Han Zhan sent a message to Li Li, informing him that he would not go to the company today. Putting away the phone, Han Zhan looked up and found that Song Fei was looking at himself through the rearview mirror in the car. Han Zhan didn't look back, but nodded in the rearview mirror.

Song Fei saw it and squinted slightly.

On the side, Song Ci was talking about the demolition of old houses in the city. “The area where we live has been demolished, and now it has been built into a commercial plaza. The demolition of the house has compensated us for more than 6 million yuan, and the head cost is 500,000 yuan. , And also compensated for a house. I have all the money."

Song Ci never moved the money.

Song Fei hummed, thinking of the troubles Song Ci whispered in her ears when she was in a coma, Song Fei suddenly said: "Sold the house for cash, and the demolition and head fees will be returned to Mu Mian."

Song Ci was taken aback. "Sister, do you know everything?"

Song Fei nodded, "I know what happened to you in these years." Taking a look at Song Ci, Song Fei told her, "I agree with your approach. Muga has given us a lot of money these years. , What should be paid back must be paid back." After paying back the kindness, it is time to count the hatred.

Song Ci nodded, and she said, "The money is almost there. I will make an appointment with the bank tomorrow."

"Ok."

Song Ci said something else, Song Fei suddenly said: "I'm a little tired, send me back to Xiaocao Bao... to Yan Jiang."

Xiao Bao?

Song Ci hesitated. She asked Song Fei, "Are you going to live with A Jiang?"

Song Fei suddenly twisted her eyebrows, and she corrected Song Ci: "He is older than you. What's the name of A Jiang? His name is Brother Jiang."

Song Ci seemed to have heard a joke. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Song Fei: "Forget it, you call him Xiaocaobao. Why do I call him Brother Jiang? We are the same size."

Song Fei sneered, "He is the man I want to cover my whole life, do you call A Jiang to be fair?"

"Why is it not like words..." After realizing something, Song Ci suddenly widened her eyes. She asked Song Fei in astonishment, "What do you mean by covering a lifetime man?"

Song Fei said nothing.

What Song Ci thought of, the whole person was surprised and broken. "Song Fei, have you accepted him?"

Song Fei: "Noisy."

Song Ci closed her mouth, her expression empty.

Han Zhan looked back at the Song family sisters, and looked at his wife's cute expression and Fei's arrogant disdain, a little sympathetic to Yan Jiang. Girls are still cute and interesting like porcelain treasures. Song Fei's type is not appreciated by ordinary people.

Yan Jiang is no ordinary person.

The driver sent Han Zhan and the others to Yan Jiang's downstairs, and left the car alone under Han Zhan's instruction.

Standing on the side of the road, Song Fei looked up and saw the brightly lit villa in front of him. The owner was obviously at home and not asleep. Are you waiting for her to come back?

Song Fei's eyes flickered, he was so sure that she would come back?

After pondering for a moment, Song Fei led the Song Ci couple into Yanjiang.

Entering the house, Song Fei took off his black and white sneakers, and put on the rabbit slippers that Yan Jiang had prepared for her. Because Song Ci often came to Yan Jiang's house to play, Yan Jiang had already prepared a pair of slippers for Song Ci.

After Song Ci put on his own shoes, he found slippers for Han Zhan in the shoe cabinet. Yan Jiang's feet are 44 yards, and the biggest slippers are 44 yards. Song Ci found a pair of brand new black slippers and handed them to Han Zhan. "A Jiang's feet are only 44 yards. Brother Han has wronged you."

As soon as Song Ci said this, Song Fei who was standing in front suddenly turned back, and Chao Song Ci with a warning eye looked over. Song Ci received Song Fei's gaze, she blinked, and she immediately changed her words without spine: "Brother Jiang has small feet, and you will get off Brother Han."

Song Fei then retracted his gaze.

Han Zhan patted Song Ci on the head sympathetically. He stuffed a pair of big feet into the new slippers, his heels all exposed.

Song Ci stared at his heel, embarrassed. Han Zhan smiled at her and comforted her in turn: "It doesn't matter, it's not cold anyway."

"Yeah." Song Ci couldn't help reaching out and hooking Han Zhan's finger, Han Zhan hooked her little finger back, and the two flirted in the hallway.

Song Fei turned his head and saw the small movements of the couple, his narrow eyes narrowed. She leaned against the wall and asked Han Zhan, "How did you two hook up together?"

Song Ci and Han Zhan looked at each other, and exchanged a lot of things with one look. Song Ci intends to confess to Song Fei, but Han Zhan took La Song Ci's hand and motioned her not to speak.

Han Zhan looked at Song Fei, and he replied: "Song Ci is a pilot. My company is recruiting a pilot. She happened to come for an interview. The first time I met her, I was fascinated by her humor."

"Later, I had a lot of contact at work, and I gradually got a good impression." Han Zhan thought for a while, and concluded in one sentence: "I start with the value of appearance, respect for talents, conform to character, and be loyal to Song porcelain soul."

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