Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

It is true that Song Ci’s approach to Han Zhan was impure, but Han Zhan knew it in his heart, and there was no need to tell a third party. In front of anyone, he must give his wife Han 100 points of respect.

Han Zhan's rainbow fart was photographed on the tip of Song Ci's heart.

Song Ci blushed, and he was so happy that he was about to soar in place!

During Song Fei's deep sleep, she had heard Song Ci tell herself the real reason for her marriage with Han Zhan. Knowing the truth of their marriage, you can still hear Han Zhan say these words of defending Song Ci. Song Fei's attitude towards Han Zhan is a little better, and the indifference in his eyes has faded.

A man who can give his wife enough face should have no problem with his character.

Song Fei glanced at Song Ci, whose spring heart was sprouting. She recounted inexplicably: "It starts with the value of the face, respect for talent, fit for character, loyal to the soul..." When she heard her sister's jokes, Song Ci was a little uncomfortable. Sorry.

Just as Song Ci was about to say a few words of modesty, he suddenly heard Song Fei sneer, and said in all sarcasm, "She has that stuff?"

Song Ci's smile froze, she gritted her teeth and threatened Song Fei: "Song Fei, do you want to fight again?"

Song Fei: "You can't beat me."

"That was before, now it's not necessarily anymore!" Song Feiqing looked thin and weak, and she couldn't help but feel weak. Song Cizhu Yuan Yurun looked like a person who could carry fifty catties of rice on his shoulders.

Really want to fight, now Song Fei can't beat Song Ci.

Seeing that the two sisters were about to fight, Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci, whose eyes were blazing, and reminded her in a low voice: "Sister Fei just woke up and is weak. Cibao, don't get angry."

Song Ci's anger subsided immediately, and then looking at Song Fei's eyes, it was like looking at a newborn cat cub, even if she touched it, she was afraid of her pain.

Song Fei felt that Song Ci's eyes were numb, so she cursed: "Counsel!" She turned around and left.

Song Ci was a little aggrieved, and she complained to Han Zhan: "She gets cheap and sells well!"

Han Zhan thought it was funny, but didn't dare to laugh, for fear of hurting Song Ci's heart.

Yan Jiang has been working out in the gym, and he walked out of the gym when he heard the two sisters bickering. "Song Fei, you're back." First greeted Song Fei, Yan Jiang nodded to Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, welcome."

Finally, Yan Jiang's eyes fell on Song Ci. Seeing the unhappiness and grievance on Song Ci's face, Yan Jiang not only didn't look at her, but said, "Song Song, don't bully your sister. She has just regained her body and is weak. You have to hurt her."

Before Song Ci uttered a retort, Song Fei first questioned: "I am weak, should I feel more painful?" Her tone was quite threatening.

Yan Jiang risked his death to explain: "You just woke up and your body has not recovered well. Am I afraid that you will suffer from a fight with Song Ci? If you really want to fight, you might as well wait until you recover."

"Huh." Song Fei was too lazy to care about them, and took the lead to sit down on the sofa.

When Song Fei left, Song Ci walked to Yan Jiang and sneered at him in a low voice: "Look at your disgusting face. Say we are good friends for life?"

Yan Jiang: "Friendship is not worth mentioning in the face of love." Just as cuteness is not worth mentioning in front of sexiness, it is a truth.

Song Ci received a double blow from her sister and good friends, so she turned her head back into the arms of her brother Han, thanking her brother Han still loving her. Brother Han pulled her out of his arms, patted her head, and said ruthlessly: "Okay, stop making trouble, I know your heart is not that fragile."

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan bitterly, and couldn't help complaining: "You don't love me anymore..." Song Ci pretended to wipe the tears that didn't exist, turned around and ran to Song Fei. .

Obviously, it was a fight just now, but it stuck together again in the next second. This is probably a sister.

Yan Jiang unpacked his hearted coffee beans in the cupboard when Han Zhan walked over. Yan Jiang Yuguang caught a glimpse of his approach. He didn't look up, but lowered his head and said, "Song Song said that Mr. Han maintains health and doesn't like coffee but tea. I only have black tea here. Does Mr. Han mind?"

Yan Jiang took out a new pot of black tea from the cupboard, and shook the black tea with Han Zhan, "This is specially prepared for you, and it finally came in handy today."

"I'm interested, black tea is also good." Han Zhan helped Yan Jiang open the seal on the black tea pot. When he lowered his head, he asked: "Mr. Yan, do you have any extra guest rooms?" Song Ci and Song Fei have not been together for many years. There must be a lot to say tonight, she will probably stay at Yan Jiang's house.

Before being married, Han Zhan didn't think there was any problem with living alone in a big house, but now that he is married, he feels lonely when he thinks of going home to keep the empty room alone.

Song Ci is staying here tonight, and Han Zhan will naturally stay with him.

Yan Jiang understood what Han Zhan meant. He looked back at the two sisters who were talking in the living room and smiled with relief. "In fact, their sisters have a very good relationship."

"I know."

Fighting and scolding, but feelings are really iron.

"There is a guest room upstairs. Song Song occasionally came to stay overnight. Mr. Han will stay here tonight. I'll go and make the sheets."

"Then it will be troublesome."

Yan Jiang put down the coffee beans and walked out of the kitchen with Han Zhan. He said to Song Ci, "Song Song, the newly bought coffee beans are here. You want to drink coffee and cook it yourself. By the way, there is passion fruit in the refrigerator. , I have to drink it myself. Help me entertain Mr. Han and I will go upstairs and spread the sheets."

After Yan Jiang went upstairs, Song Ci poked Song Fei's slender waist. She asked Song Fei, "Then I will pour water?" This is Song Fei's man's house. As a guest, Song Ci can get past. Song Fei, the future hostess to entertain guests?

Song Fei nodded and said to Song Ci: "Give me a glass of boiled water."

"Ok."

Song Ci went to the kitchen to boil water, and Han Zhan sat down on the sofa. Because the legs are too long and the coffee table is in the way, I can only overlap a pair of long legs.

Song Fei didn't know when she took off her shoes. She had her legs crossed on the sofa, a pillow in her arms, her head leaning on the sofa, and she lazily looked towards the kitchen.

Seeing Song Ci's busy figure, Song Fei felt a little lost thinking of her dead mother. Eight years later, the little idiots have really grown up, with long legs, waist and thin chests, and they are becoming more and more like their mothers.

Suddenly, Song Fei heard Han Zhan preach in a deep voice: "Sister Fei, Song Ci is no longer a child. It is necessary to give her some respect and affirmation appropriately."

Song Fei tilted his head to look at Han Zhan, curling his lips unclearly. "You really love her." Han Zhan maintained Song Ci's posture, but Song Fei felt favored. "It hurts so much. Help her boil water and pour tea? What kind of man is she just saying nothing?"

Han Zhan was stunned by Song Fei's words.

After Song Ci boiled the water, he poured a glass of boiling water for Song Fei and made black tea for Han Zhan. Han Zhan came over as soon as he was soaked.