Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"This is my lover Song Ci. Song Ci, this is Uncle Lin." Han Zhan introduced Lin Chong'an to Song Ci.

Song Ci has a sweet mouth and hurriedly yelled Uncle Lin.

Lin Chong'an smiled so that his eyes were narrowed, "It's so cute, come, when we meet for the first time, my uncle also prepared a red envelope for you, you accept it." Lin Chong'an took out a red envelope and handed it to Song Ci, the co-pilot.

Song Ci did not answer, but looked at Han Zhan. After Han Zhan nodded, Song Ci took the red envelope with both hands and thanked him politely.

"Uncle Lin spent a lot of money." Han Zhan said.

Lin Chong'an waved his hand, and he said with emotion: "I have waited for such a costly opportunity for many years." They are not afraid of giving the red envelope, they are afraid that the red envelope will not be given.

Han Zhan then said, "I'll go see Grandpa first, and talk to Uncle Lin later."

"Okay, go."

Han Zhan drove to the parking lot, Song Ci smiled at him holding a red envelope, "Zhan Zhan?"

Han Zhan pretended to be deaf and unable to hear.

Song Ci didn't open the red envelope, but stuffed it into the bag, and entered the Korean house with Han Zhan.

Han Aoyu is cooking the food himself, Zhong Buhui is on the sidelines, and another subordinate is in the school field to sort out the training equipment. Hearing the voice of Han Zhan and Song Ci talking, Han Aoyu turned off the fire, washed his hands, rubbed his apron, and walked out slowly.

"Song girl, you are finally here! Come on, I will steam you sausage! I also made duck hot pot, and later, I will go to the hot pot with dried bamboo shoots!" Han Aoyu took Song Ci's hand, anxious As she showed off her cooking, she ignored Han Zhan.

Song Ci was pulled into the kitchen by Han Aoyu.

Song Ci found that Han Aoyu was still busy in the kitchen when he was in his eighties. He took off the apron on the hook and asked for help. "Grandpa, rest soon, I'll do it."

Han Aoyu hurriedly stopped her: "Go, I'm used to cooking his grandma's whole life. With me, you have no chance to cook." Looking at Song Ci's white and clean hands, Han Aoyu said again : "Your hands are so delicate and white that cooking is a waste of food."

Song Ci looked helplessly at the tall figure outside the kitchen, and hurriedly said, "Brother Han, come and help Grandpa cook?"

Han Zhan had to come over.

Before he got close to the counter, Han Aoyu snatched the apron from Song Ci's arms, put it into Han Zhan's palm, and ordered him: "The pig's feet are ready, and the soup is ready, you come."

Han Zhan complained while wearing an apron, "Grandpa, don't treat it differently."

Han Aoyu opened the lid of the steamer, took out a few slices of sausage with chopsticks, and handed it to Song Ci, "Come on, taste this."

Song Ci hurriedly opened his mouth, biting down two slices of sausages, and his mouth was delicious. "good to eat."

Han Aoyu smiled, and he said, "I know you can eat. I made a lot of it on purpose. Don't be embarrassed to eat with your belly open later."

Song Ci: "..."

In order to satisfy Han Aoyu, the first time he met Song Ci in Wangdongcheng, he set up a person who can eat. Song Ci couldn't help feeling a little sad when he thought of having to open his belly to eat in the next few days.

She is going to grow meat!

Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, saw her face tangled, and laughed very unrighteously.

The meal was ready soon, and Han Aoyu had no formality for eating, and called Zhong Buhui and his two subordinates. Another subordinate named Fang Shen, who was just forty years old, had a dark skin and a burly figure. He looked a little dull but looked fierce.

But when facing Song Ci, Fang Shen smiled cautiously, and that smile seemed a little honest. "Song girl, uncle has also prepared a red envelope for you, come, take it." Song Ci is 22 years old, very tender, and everyone present can call her a girl.

Song Ci received Fang Shen's red envelope, thank you when you arrive.

Then Zhong Buhui took out the red envelope and gave it to Song Ci.

Song Ci also accepted it.

Seeing that everyone gave Song Ci red envelopes, Han Aoyu was very satisfied. He told Song Ci: "The red envelopes are all vulgar things. Grandpa has prepared good things for you. I will take you to see when we finish eating later!"

Song Ci expressed curiosity, "What did Grandpa prepare for me?"

"I will not disclose it now."

Song Ci said, "I also prepared a gift for Grandpa. Grandpa is willing to reveal your surprise to Song Ci. I will give you the gift."

"Strange spirit!" Han Aoyu rolled his eyes, and finally did not resist the temptation to receive a gift, and said a surprise: "I have collected some calligraphy and paintings, some jewellery relics left by grandma Han Zhan and his mother. Give you all..."

Song Ci couldn't imagine how valuable the gift was.

She felt embarrassed when she took out the sweater from the suitcase. Song Ci put the gift box on the chair, opened it, took out the gray-blue sweater inside, and handed it to Han Aoyu.

"I knit a sweater for grandpa. This is my first time knitting a sweater. I am not very proficient, and the details may not be handled well." Song Ci said this modestly, because the sweater is for Han Aoyu. Song Ci processed every thread, and this sweater is no worse than the ones bought in the market.

Han Aoyu took the sweater and touched it lovingly for a moment before sighing with emotion: "I like this gift very much. Girl Song, if your grandma is still there, you will definitely like you very much."

Han Aoyu looked up at the portrait of Grandma Han hanging on the wall of the hall, and said in a daze, "Duanfang likes knitting sweaters very much. Every winter, I always knit a few pieces with Zhan Zhan and me. The winter that Duanfang walked, just every day. Sitting in front of the fireplace knitting sweaters, she was afraid that she would leave, and no one would knit us anymore..."

With tears flickering in Han Aoyu's eyes, he choked up and said: "Now it's alright, now some people continue to feel painful." The half-blooded old man, when he is old, it is always easy to touch the scene, and it is inevitable to be emotional when talking about the past. eye.

Song Ci looked at Han Aoyu, whose grief came from him, without knowing what to say to comfort him.

Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and whispered in her ear: "Grandpa misses grandma again." Tomorrow is grandma's death day, and Han Aoyu will inevitably be sad.

Han Zhan glanced at Zhong but didn't regret it. Zhong Buhui received Han Zhan's eye hint. He hurriedly said to Han Aoyu, "Master, it's time to eat. Zhan Zhan and Song girl came back so far, still hungry!

Han Aoyu returned to his senses, and quickly put away the sweaters and motioned everyone to eat.

Song Ci did not dare to collapse the set. In order to show her love for Han Aoyu's cooking skills, she ate two and a half bowls of rice, and half of the sausages went into Song Ci's stomach. Upon seeing this, Han Aoyu was very satisfied, and he felt blessed for girls who could eat.

After eating, Song Ci sent out the small gifts prepared by Zhong Buhui and Lin Chong'an, and then he took the suitcase and returned to their room with Han Zhan. Han Zhan's room is on the third floor, and there is also a large French window.

This room is not so much a bedroom as a junior suite. There is a master bedroom, a small living room, and a simple kitchenette with a refrigerator, TV, and wine cabinet. The design of the master bedroom is very touchy. Between the bathroom and the master bed, only one side of the log is used to partition the screen.

Lying on the light gray bed sheet, Song Ci looked at the shady trees outside the window, and sighed: "Brother Han, when we are old, let's go back here for the elderly."

Han Zhan was pleased by the expression of retirement. He said, "Okay, as long as you like it."

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Daily life in Han Zhan's hometown in Hunan——

Song Ci: Eat, eat!

Grandpa: Cook Song Ci!

Han Zhan: She was bullied by Song Ci and grandpa.