Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

This retreat declaration is very Yan Jiang style, always arrogant and humorous and frank.

After reading this long blog, Song Ci felt very complicated. She probably had guessed the reason why Yan Jiang suddenly announced his retirement.

To verify, Song Ci called Yan Jiang. Thanks to the effect of the retreat declaration, Yan Jiang's phone call was broken this morning. Song Ci made a call, and her voice kept reminding her that the other party was busy.

To no avail, Song Ci had to call Song Fei.

Only Song Ci and Yan Jiang knew Song Fei's phone number, and they could get through as soon as they called. Song Fei answered the phone and guessed what Song Ci was calling to ask, but she didn't say anything for a while.

Song Ci asked bluntly: "Song Fei, Yan Jiang retired, is it because of...you?" At the end, Song Ci hesitated.

Song Fei admitted, "Yes."

Sure enough!

"You asked for it?" Although Song Ci was asking Song Fei, she guessed in her heart that most of this was Yan Jiang's own will. A man so proud of Song Fei would not do such a thing.

Song Fei: "It was his own decision, and I didn't expect him to make this choice."

I knew it was so!

Song Ci was a little annoyed, and his tone became excited: "Did he have his mind caught in the door, in such a dangerous place as the Congo, what will he do with him! Song Fei, don't you persuade him?"

Song Fei leaned against the wall, and Song Ci's low condemnation echoed in her ears. She looked at the yard being disturbed by the phone and had no time to rest. Yan Jiang, who was walking around talking with her mobile phone, appeared on her beautiful face. A trace of a confused expression.

Song Fei suddenly spoke, interrupting Song Ci, "You said, why is he so stubborn?"

Song Ci: "..."

Hearing the helplessness and confusion in Song Fei's tone, Song Ci didn't know what to say. After a silent silence, Song Fei heard Song Ci sigh and said, "Song Fei, he really loves you. It's not true love, so you won't be able to do this."

Song Fei was even more confused, she couldn't understand, "Song Ci, what do you think is good about me? What does he love me?" From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time Song Fei was pursued. She thought boys should like it. Sister Song Ci, kind of sweet and salty girl.

A woman like her, cold, incomprehensible, not gentle or well-behaved, who will not act like a baby, and also cruel, should not be liked at all.

Does Yan Jiang have bad eyesight or is he short-sighted?

Song Ci allowed herself to belittle Song Fei to nothing, but could not accept that Song Fei despised herself so much. Song Ci was unconvinced, and she retorted confidently: "Where are you? You are beautiful and smart. You are still Fu Hanshen's only disciple. You have a high IQ, you are wise and calm, and your whole body shines. Isn't it normal for someone to like you? "

Song Fei got goosebumps when she first heard Song Ci praise herself so much, "Okay, don't fart rainbow farts."

Song Ci accept it as soon as it is good.

The first time Song Ci praised her sister like this, Song Ci was also a little embarrassed. She used one sentence to find her place: "Of course, you are a little less beautiful than me..."

Song Fei let her blow without saying a word.

"I won't tell you yet, I'll make a call with Brother Jiang." Song Ci hung up Song Fei's phone and called Yan Jiang again. After three consecutive calls, it was finally connected.

Yan Jiang answered more than a dozen calls in the morning, and his mouth was dry. He took a sip of the tea made by Fatty Big Sea, connected to his cell phone, and before Song Ci could speak, he reluctantly sighed: "I knew I would receive your call. The news is correct, Song Song, I decided to quit. Up."

Song Ci was quiet.

Yan Jiang thought she was angry, rather than please: "Are you angry? I didn't notify you in advance? I'm busy dealing with contract compensation these days. I forgot. Your lord is a lot, considerate and consider me."

Song Ci interrupted Yan Jiang's curiosity: "You want to go to Congo with my sister?"

Now it was Yan Jiang's turn to stop talking.

Song Ci asked sharply one after another: "The place is so dangerous. Can you protect yourself? You can't even protect yourself. Do you still want to protect Song Fei? A Jiang, you think clearly."

Yan Jiang was not convinced. "I have a good skill and have practiced taekwondo for a few years."

"But they have guns." What's the use of taekwondo in a chaotic place?

"Because of this, I have to go even more." Yan Jiang sighed: "I can't let her go to such a place alone. I am not at ease if I don't accompany her. Besides, your sister, you It is very clear that if you want to pursue her, you can't move a few roses."

Song Ci clenched his teeth and gave him a word: "Silly!" He called Yan Jiang silly, but in his heart, Song Ci recognized Yan Jiang again. A popular star dared to stop the shadow by saying that she would stop the shadow for her sister. This courage is worthy of Song Ci's respect.

"We're leaving for the airport, let's not talk anymore." Yan Jiang directly hung up Song Ci's phone, raised his head and waved to Song Fei who was sitting on the floating window sill on the second floor.

Song Fei came down very quickly, with two suitcases beside the door, and she took the one that belonged to her easily.

When he came to Yan Jiang, Song Fei stopped.

Putting his hands on the suitcase, Song Fei pressed her lips and glanced at Yan Jiang's short hair. Cuntou gave Yan Jiang's exquisite and perfect face, adding some sternness and ruthlessness.

Song Fei felt that Yan Jiang was still dressed gorgeously and looked better with long hair.

He is naturally fit to live under the spotlight.

"Yan Jiang, you stay, I don't need you to accompany." Song Fei's face was cold, and his tone was hard.

The expression on Yan Jiang's face was stunned for a moment when he said this, but he quickly returned to normal. He made a move. He took off the silver chain around his neck, opened the photo box hanging on the chain, spread it out on the palm of his hand, and handed it to Song Fei.

Song Fei looked down, and the person who saw the photo box was 14-year-old herself.

Staring at the photo, Song Fei's expression moved slightly. "doing what?"

Yan Jiang curled his lips and said: "Don't order me to stay, Song Fei, I have waited too long in place, I have waited enough." In the past eight years, Yan Jiang has always regretted and regretted his timidity. Dare to express his feelings to Song Fei. "This time, I will accompany you wherever you go. Song Fei, I won't let you go to such a dangerous place alone."

Yan Jiang took out a platinum ring from his jacket pocket, and put the ring on the silver chain. Putting on the necklace again, Yan Jiang patted the ring and the photo box. He smiled and said to Song Fei: "Sooner or later, you will be willing to wear it for me."

For Song Fei, Yan Jiang is bound to win!

After a long while, Song Fei cursed: "I'm sick!"

She pulled her suitcase and left, her cheeks getting hot.

"Wait for me!" Yan Jiang hurriedly pulled up his suitcase and ran after Song Fei's footsteps.

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Song Fei: Do you have bad eyesight or are you short-sighted?

Yan Jiang: Missing a wife.