Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

When he arrived at the airport, Yan Jiang greeted Fu Hanshen's team and noticed that there was a man he knew on the team, and some doubts flashed in his mind. "Mr. Long, why are you here?" Mr. Long in Yan Jiang's mouth is not someone else, but Long Yu.

Long Yu was followed by three men and one woman, all in their 30s and 40s, and they all seemed ordinary. Long Yu smiled at Yan Jiang and explained: "Madam is worried about Miss Song Fei's comfort and sent us to walk with her to protect the safety of their team."

Yan Jiang, don't look at Long Yu deeply.

Although Long Yu was Song Ci's bodyguard, he only took orders from Han Zhan. Only Han Zhan can mobilize them. Long Yu obviously didn't tell the truth just now. Knowing that the Congo is chaotic and worried about Song Fei's safety, did Han Zhan specially send Long Yu and the others to Congo?

Yan Jiang always felt that this incident revealed a bit of weird and unusual.

At the same time, on the flight from Sunshine City to Haicheng, Han Zhan suddenly said to Song Ci: "Brother Long has something to deal with at home during this time. When I return from the honeymoon, I will send you a new driver."

"What happened to his family?"

"His grandfather is out of health, and he has to spend the last time with the old man." Han Zhan silently said sorry to Long Yu, who had passed away the year before.

"That's time to go back and stay with me. It's okay for me. As long as it's someone you arrange with me, I can rest assured." Han Zhan would never send a driver without the power to protect her.

"That's good." It takes almost two hours to fly from Sunshin to Haicheng. Song Ci said, "Brother Han, do your own thing, I'll watch a movie." She found a Polish movie called "365dni" Looked up.

Han Zhan took out a book from the suitcase he carried and placed it on the table. Song Ci glanced at the book cover, and saw three characters written with a brush--

Tao Te Ching.

Song Ci's expression changed slightly. She looked at Han Zhan's Tao Te Ching, and then watched her own passion movie, and suddenly felt that even the soul of Han had become sacred and interesting.

Noting Song Ci's small eyes, Han Zhan smiled and asked her: "What are you thinking about again?"

Song Ci asked: "Brother Han is studying philosophy recently?"

Han Zhan nodded, "Yeah."

"What do you study this for?"

Han Zhan: "Pretend to be forced."

Song Ci was stunned, then clasped his fists in both hands to compliment Han Zhan: "Mr. Han is really a wonderful person."

"You watch a movie." Han Zhan opened the book to the bookmark page, bowed his head and concentrated on reading.

Song Ci put on the headphones and opened the movie.

Unconsciously, an hour has passed. Han Zhan's neck was also a little tired after keeping his head down and reading. He reached out and squeezed the back of his neck, raised his head and shook his head.

When he shook his head and glanced at the screen on the screen in front of Song Ci, his expression suddenly became shocked.

Song Ci actually watched the 18th ban passion movie on the plane!

Seeing Han Zhan staring at the movie in front of him, showing a rare and strange look, Song Ci took off the earphones and asked intimately: "Brother Han wants to see it? Give you the earphones?"

Han Zhan shook his head with a complicated expression, "No, I don't want to watch it." It's not suitable to watch this on the plane.

At this time, the stewardess came from the front with the tray, Han Zhan hurriedly covered the display screen with a blanket, fearing that the stewardess would find it. When the stewardess left, Song Ci took off the towel and laughed at him: "Brother Han is so innocent?"

Han Zhan's expression was serious and serious. "Watching this large-size movie in public has a bad influence."

"Then I block it, and others will not see it." Song Ci picked up Han Zhan's Tao Te Ching and blocked it next to her display.

Han Zhan quickly snatched his book and said, "Don't stain my Tao Te Ching." He also blew on the cover.

Song Ci was amused by him and had to close the movie. After the movie was closed, Song Ci recalled the movie she had just watched in her mind. After a while, she came to a conclusion: "That man is not as good as Brother Han."

Han Zhan bent his lips, "Thank you for the affirmation."

At nine o'clock in the morning, the plane arrived in Haicheng. The two had lunch at the airport and only boarded the flight to Vienna at one o'clock. After the plane took off, Song Ci talked to Han Zhan for a while and fell asleep.

Song Ci fell asleep, her lips parted slightly, and she could see a little drool on the corners of her lips. Han Zhan felt that Song Ci was asleep, charming and lovely. He couldn't help taking out a digital camera to take a picture of Song Ci's sleeping face.

Thinking of the big friends in the WeChat circle taking their wives to travel, they always share their feelings and pictures. Han Zhan thinks that the most beautiful scenery is his wife. After getting off the plane and arriving at the hotel, Han Zhan updated his circle of friends.

This evening, all the bigwigs and elites who added Han Zhan’s WeChat, entered the WeChat Moments, and saw Han Zhan, who rarely updated Moments, and posted a Moments tonight——

Han Zhan: [My wife is so beautiful, with photo.jpg. 】

Song Ci is indeed beautiful, even if she falls asleep. Under Han Zhan’s WeChat, everyone left messages praising Mrs. Han for her beauty and beauty, as a fairy.

After Song Ci soaked in the bath, she rubbed a layer of fragrant body lotion on herself. She put on the **** pajamas that she had prepared in advance and walked out of the bathroom. Seeing Han Zhan sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, she deliberately pulled the collar of the pajamas lower and walked towards Han Zhan silently.

Standing behind Han Zhan, Song Ci bent down to encircle Han Zhan, and got his hands into the thin shirt.

"Brother Han."

Biting Han Zhan’s ear, Song Ci pretended to be dissatisfied, “Just look at me, what do you stare at the phone?”

Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci’s messy hand and handed the phone screen to her. Like a kid waiting to be praised, Han Zhan enthusiastically said to her: "Cibao, I sent you to my circle of friends, my friend I'm all complimenting you for looking good."

"Really, let me see!"

Song Ci happily took the phone and lowered his head, seeing the photo of his hair slightly messed up after falling asleep, and his mouth was about to drool, he was struck by lightning. "You send me a picture of drooling! You still don't have a picture! Han Zhan, what hatred or resentment do you have with me!"

Han Zhan was blinded by Song Ci's head and face.

He looked at the photos on the phone and looked at the truest appearance of Song Ci in front of him, feeling a little wronged. "You are so beautiful, what kind of picture do you still use? P picture is only used for crooked melons and split dates..."

"What do you know, P picture is the most basic respect for a girl!" Even if she is amazing enough, P picture has become a ritual.

Han Zhan would like to remember this rule and apologize with a good attitude: "I will remember the P picture in the future."

There is no need to delete photos that have been seen by friends. Song Ci returned the phone to Han Zhan, "I will forgive you this time."

Han Zhan put away the phone, held Song Ci's hand, and was about to taste the beauty along her fingertips. At this time, Song Ci suddenly pushed away Han Zhan's head, "Wait a moment, I'm going to the toilet!"

After speaking, she got into the toilet.

Han Zhan thought that she was feeling sick, so he picked up the phone, downloaded a P picture software, and studied the P picture tutorial.