Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After entering the toilet, Song Ci sat on the toilet seat. She took her mobile phone, quickly edited a message and sent it to Moments. Putting down the phone, Song Ci stared at herself in the mirror, then opened the small cosmetic case and took out a lace queen blindfold from it.

Song Ci was preparing in the bathroom. Han Zhan stood at the door and asked Song Ci: "Porcelain treasure, which one is better, PS or Meitu Xiuxiu?"

Song Ci: "Novices use Meitu Xiuxiu."

Han Zhan nodded and deleted the PS. He promised again: "I will make you more beautiful in the future."

Han Zhan was a little curious when he didn't hear the movement inside. "Porcelain treasure, what are you doing?"

Song Ci put down his eyeliner, pursed his flaming red lips, and said, "Surprise."

"Am looking forward to."

Han Zhan turned and walked towards the sofa. As soon as he sat down, he heard the sound of the toilet door **** turning. Han Zhan raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw Song Ci standing under the door.

She was wearing a pure black silk pajamas with suspenders, long curly hair draped in her back, and a queen lace blindfold on her face. She drew eyeliner, under her **** and mysterious blindfold, her eyes were slender and charming, and her eyes were shining.

Han Zhan's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he forgot what he originally wanted to say.

Song Ci walked barefoot in front of Han Zhan, with only two very thin straps hanging on her shoulders as white as jade, as if it would snap off. Han Zhan reached out and hooked a strap, and then asked her: "When did you buy the pajamas? You look good."

"I went to the mall to buy it the day I received the haircut." Song Ci kissed Han Zhan's eyebrows, and put a lipstick mark on his eyebrows.

"Brother Han." Song Ci bent down, and she used her slender index finger to lift Han Zhan's chin. Looking down at Han Zhan's turbulent Adam's apple, Song Ci pulled her red lips and smiled domineeringly. "On the first night of the honeymoon, don't waste time, Brother Han..."

Han Zhan took a deep look at her and suddenly pulled her into his arms...

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In the middle of the night, Wan Lai was silent.

Han Zhan was wearing a pair of trousers, standing on the balcony, holding a cup of warm tea in his hand. In the room, Song Ci was already asleep. After she was tired, she had a good posture after falling asleep, with all her long hair scattered on Han Zhan's pillow.

Han Zhan leaned back against the railing and looked at Song Ci, who was sleeping on the big bed, when he suddenly thought of a word.

The marrow knows the taste.

Ding Dong——

Han Zhan received the WeChat from his grandpa.

Counting the time, this time in China is already early in the morning. I don't know what happened to Grandpa looking for himself in the morning. Han Zhan unlocked his phone, opened the chat interface with his grandfather, and clicked on the unread voice.

Han Zhan heard his grandfather say: [Haha, you kid, how come you were so fat before? I was just looking at the photos of you in the Song girl circle of friends just now, and I despised you! 】

Han Zhan: [Huh? What circle of friends? ] He replied with a voice from Grandpa.

Grandpa: [Did you not see it? 】

Han Zhan exited the chat interface and found Song Ci on the top. After entering her circle of friends, she discovered that Song Ci had updated a circle of friends a few hours ago.

Song Ci: [Guess who this cute and honest little fat guy is? Attached.jpg. The picture of Song Ci is a fat picture of Han Zhan when he was 12 years old. This was taken by Song Ci in Han Zhan’s hometown a few days ago using a mobile phone from a Han family photo album.

When Han Zhan saw that picture, his mentality was a little broken.

Song Ci has many WeChat friends, and Han Zhan is not sure how many people have seen the photos. When Song Ci posted to Moments, it was three o'clock in the middle of the night. Counting the time, she should have posted it in the toilet.

Han Zhan can only pray that not many people see the photos.

He put down the water glass and mobile phone, went back to the room, found Song Ci's mobile phone, and unlocked it with her fingerprints.

Song Ci slept like a pig without knowing it. Song Ci's friends don't sleep in most of the night and are all active on various social software. When Han Zhan opened Song Ci's WeChat, he saw the number ‘65’ displayed on the discovery bar in the bottom row of WeChat.

Han Zhan opened the feed and saw rows of comments and likes under Song Ci's Moments feed.

Friend A: [Who is this? The chubby one is quite cute. 】

Friend B: [Look at the color of this eye...]

Friend C: [Could it be...]

Friend D: [Your husband? 】

Han Wangwang: [Hahaha, little cousin, you must have true love for little cousin! Only true love dared to be so dark. 】

Han Zhan can really see how hard Song Ci can avenge people.

You must report it, little bastard!

He put down the phone, lay down on the other side of the bed, and retaliatedly pinched Song Ci's nose. Song Ci reflexively knocked off his hand, "Don't make trouble..." She rolled over and continued to sleep.

Han Zhan couldn't help sighing, "Porcelain treasure, can't you be kind to me?"

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Early in the morning, Song Ci sits at the coffee table on the balcony, enjoying the morning sun while eating breakfast and watching the various passers-by downstairs. The weather here is relatively cool, she wore a V-neck suspender silk dress with a warm windbreaker over the skirt.

Han Zhan opened the curtains, walked out shirtless, saw the low-necked skirt in her trench coat, frowned, and asked her, "You must wear this to **** me off?" She had forgotten the house rules.

Song Ci took a sip of milk and licked the milk bubbles on his lips. "How many days have you slept on time at ten? You can be unruly, and so can I."

Han Zhan broke the precept first, and it is indeed impossible to ask Song Ci to abide by the rules. However, Han Zhan felt a little bit ecstatic to let his lover go out in such a **** dress.

"Can't you close the coat buttons?" This was Han Zhan's last bottom line.

Song Ci put down the food in her hand, stood up, and walked in front of Han Zhan. She opened her arms and said, "Brother Han, help me." She said this group in her mouth, but her expression was as proud as a queen.

Han Zhan bent down and buttoned all the buttons of her trench coat with all his might. "We go to Schönbrunn Palace in the morning, the Sissi Museum in the afternoon, and the Golden Hall in the evening. Everything we need to bring is packed in a bag, and I will help you carry it."

"it is good."

Song Ci went to pack things, and then Han Zhan sat down to eat. After eating breakfast, Han Zhan called, and soon the hotel sent him a car. The driver is accompanied throughout the day and has a good service attitude, ready to be dispatched.

They went to Schönbrunn Palace first. There were a lot of people in the scenic spot. Song Ci put away the camera after taking a few pictures of Han Zhan. They visited Schönbrunn Palace and went to the next attraction. Wandering until the evening, the two went to eat.

A funny thing happened during the meal. Han Zhan ordered Song Ci with the well-known and expensive dishes in the store, while he ordered a large amount of food for himself.

Song Ci laughed at him: "The ones you ordered are not very tasty, and the ones you order for me should be better."

Han Zhan: "You, I have to eat three servings alone to get full." This restaurant is very expensive. Han Zhan doesn't feel sorry for Song Ci, but he is reluctant to pay for himself.