Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci took a nap and was taken to the collection room by Han Aoyu. Han Aoyu gave her a precious pair of Qi Baishi's authentic melons and fruits, on which was painted a bunch of grapes. When Song Ci received this gift, his head was a little dizzy.

The jewels of the relics of grandmother and mother are not collectible treasures, but they are also old goods of real gold and silver. Among them, grandma's platinum inlaid jade ring is the work of an international jewelry master.

"This brooch is the favorite jewelry of Zhan Zhan's mother. She wore it when she graduated from college." Han Aoyu gently stroked the gorgeous fish-shaped brooch, thinking of the scene on the day of her daughter's graduation, feeling uncomfortable.

"Zhan Zhan's mother has a bad fate and died early. If she is still there, she must be very satisfied with you. Song girl, you keep all these things, and there is no other female family in our house. You are the only one. You can wear it if you want. , Put it away without wearing it."

Han Aoyu put them in a long jewelry box and handed them directly to Song Ci.

Song Ci hugged them, not the joy of receiving the gifts, some were just painful. She stared at the slightly rickety back of Old Man Han Aoyu, hesitated again and again, or asked cautiously: "Grandpa, how did mother die?"

After asking this, Song Ci saw the old man's body startled.

Song Ci immediately regretted it, she shouldn't ask.

Han Aoyu didn't look back. He stared at Han Mulan's graduation certificate on the shelf, and whispered: "About Mulan, I think it's time to let Zhan Zhan tell you."

He turned around, smiled kindly to Song Ci, and said: "That's Zhan Zhan's mother after all. If he wants to say it, I won't say it." Although Han Aoyu is the age of an old antique, In respect of children, he is a role model worthy of thousands of parents.

Song Ci nodded hurriedly, "Grandpa said, Song Ci understands."

Song Ci returned to the bedroom with a gift, but Han Zhan was still not in the room. After putting things away, Song Ci heard Han Zhan's shout from downstairs. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked down, and saw Han Zhan took off his coat, and fought with Lin Chong'an and Fang Shen in the schoolyard.

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's fierce fighting moves, and it was not difficult to imagine his spirited appearance when he was in the army. How many secrets are hidden behind such a Han brother?

Thinking of Han Zhan's saying that there were chestnut trees on the back mountain, Song Ci wanted to pick up chestnuts. She took off her skirt, changed her long dress and trousers and went downstairs. Song Ci wanted to find a basket, but didn't know where to put the basket at home.

She found Zhong Buhui and asked him: "Uncle Fang, is there a basket at home? I want to go to the back mountain to pick up chestnuts."

"Have!"

Fang Buhui took her to the utility room and found a small bamboo basket for her. Song Ci took the basket and looked at it carefully. He felt that this small basket was unique, so he asked him: "Where did Uncle Zhong buy this basket? I will also buy two and send it back to Wangdong. I will save my grocery shopping in the future. The bag is environmentally friendly and saves money."

Zhong Buhui sold it off, "Guess it."

Song Ci couldn't help but think deeply, could this basket be compiled by Grandpa? "Is this grandpa's craft?"

Zhong Buhui shook his head and then revealed the answer, "No, it was made by Zhan Zhan."

"what?"

Song Ci was shocked, her brother Han could even weave baskets?

Han Zhan’s preferences are recorded on the top, and it seems to say the hobby of bamboo weaving.

"What's the matter? Zhanzhan's knitting skills are good." Zhong Buhui opened a wooden cabinet filled with various styles of ornaments. Zhong Buhui introduced: "This big rooster, this rabbit, this goose, all It is the work of Zhan Zhan."

Song Ci picked up the bamboo rabbit, a little fond of it. "Can this be given to me?"

"You just take it."

Song Ci sent the rabbit upstairs, and then he took the basket and went down with Zhong Buhui to fight chestnuts. Zhong Buhui hit a few sticks on the chestnut tree with a bamboo pole, and the cooked chestnut fell with its shell.

Song Ci was wearing sports shoes. She used the sole to soften the thorns on the chestnut, and then used the screwdriver in her hand to pry open the chestnut shell and take out the flesh inside. For the first time working, Song Ci did it awkwardly and stabbed her hand several times.

After a while, Han Zhan also came.

He just had a fight with Fang Shen and the others, leaving a layer of sweat on his body, so he didn't wear a jacket, only a short-sleeved sweatshirt. When he came, Song Ci threw the screwdriver to Han Zhan, "Brother Han, come peel it."

Han Zhan took the screwdriver and bowed his chestnut shell. He said as he worked, "Grandpa heard that you have come to pick up chestnuts. He has already started killing chickens." Song Ci said before he could reply, Han Zhan said: "Grandpa said You are too thin, so you need to make up."

Song Ci's expression is a bit complicated. "I just ate duck hot pot last night, and chestnut stewed chicken tonight, this day is too moist." Song Ci put down the basket in his hand, pinched his thin waist and thin legs, always feeling like spending a few days in the village. Will increase several catties of meat.

"I'm going to gain weight, is Brother Han disgusting?"

Han Zhan shook his head first, "I don't dislike it. The meat is good and it is comfortable to hold." Han Zhan raised his head and glanced at Song Ci, seeing her worried, and then said: "Why is your idol burden so heavy? Are you fat or thin? Point, they are all pretty."

Song Ci immediately took out his mobile phone and found a full-length photo of herself, and transformed herself into a fat man weighing more than 150 kilograms, with fat, double chin and big thick legs. Passing the good picture of P to Han Zhan, Song Ci asked, "Does it look good?"

Han Zhan stared at the photo for a long time before saying, "It looks better now."

"Heh!" Song Ci sneered, "A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost!"

The man’s mouth began to deceive again: "But even if you gain weight, I like it."

Song Ci was very happy, but his expression was questioning. "The fat you men like is that the chest is fat and the waist is not fat. I still don't know your inferiority?"

As a man, Han Zhan is guilty.

In the evening, my grandfather really cooked chestnut roast chicken. Song Ci ate meat and mixed rice with soup, which was really supportive. She took Han Zhan and ran a few laps on the school court, did some warm-up exercises, and then took the basketball to play with Han Zhan on the court.

To Han Zhan's surprise, Song Ci's basketball was actually good, and his dribbling moves made him shine. She can dribble from the back, dribble from the hip, and cross-step.

"Brother Han, I'll show you a three-step layup." After Song Ci finished speaking, he controlled the basketball a few steps and ran under the basketball board, jumped, and dunked the basketball into the hoop with one hand. Han Zhan, who thought Song Ci was bragging, looked a little surprised.

"Not bad." Han Zhan praised sincerely.

Han Zhan took off his coat and said to Song Ci: "Come on, let's fight!"

Song Ci is ambitious and has fierce eyes, holding the ball and running towards the basketball hoop. Han Zhan stopped in front of her, blocked her advancement, and wanted to reach out to grab her basketball. Song Ci protected her ball and tried to break through.

But Han Zhan is like a hill, blocking her front, blocking all her ways.

Song Ci couldn't find a chance, and was a little annoyed by Han Zhan. She suddenly grabbed Han Zhan's sweatshirt collar, dragged his head down, and kissed him ferociously.