Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

The guests at the scene all stood up and watched the bride's entrance slightly sideways. Seeing the noble and glamorous Song Ci, everyone was breathless. Han Zhan's godmothers all stared at Song Ci with satisfaction, their eyes were kind and excited.

Song Ci's brain was in a mess, and his feet were stepping on the soft grass as if they were stuck in the clouds. She looked at Han Zhan on the wedding stage, and was staring at him with those fiery eyes that were enough to melt people. Song Ci was a little embarrassed no matter how thick-skinned it was.

Slightly lowering his head, Song Ci thought to himself: Brother Han, can't your eyes converge?

Shen Yubei brought Song Ci to Han Zhan's body. This was the first time Shen Yubei saw the real Han Zhan, and his heart was a little bit unclear.

It's cheaper for this old boy!

Han Zhan bent down and shouted respectfully, "Ms. Shen."

Shen Yubei said, placing Song Ci's hand on Han Zhan's palm. At the same time, Shen Yubei told Han Zhan: "Song Ci is the child I watched growing up. You can't bully her just because she has no father or mother."

"She still has me."

Han Zhan's heart was stunned. He looked down at Shen Yubei seriously, and promised: "Teacher, rest assured, I will never disappoint Song Ci."

"Speaking of doing it." Shen Yubei patted Song Ci on the back and reminded her: "Come on stage with him."

"Thank you, teacher."

Song Ci was led by Han Zhan and walked to the ceremony stage.

The two stood facing each other, holding hands, looking at each other.

The prestigious president of the Chamber of Commerce stated that he was a witness to their wedding.

The statement is a humorous old man. He poured two glasses of wine and said a classic saying: "The wine of love is sweet and bitter. Two people drink it with nectar; three drink it with sour and vinegar; if you drink it casually, it will be poisoned."

"Come on, after drinking this glass of cordial, in this life, don't drink with others again!" When speaking, the statement also looked at Han Zhan deeply, as if looking at a scumbag.

Han Zhan was very helpless.

The statement handed the wine glasses to Song Ci and Han Zhan respectively, and they smiled at each other and drank the wine.

Suddenly his expression turned right. He spread out a certificate, and his aging voice said:

"Happy today, the two surnames are married, and a contract is concluded in the same party. The marriage will be forever, matching the same title. Look at today's peach blossoms, suitable for IKEA, the year of the birth of the year, Erchang Erzhi. I would like to make a white-headed agreement, and write to Hong , So that the alliance of the red leaves will contain the mandarin spectrum."

The statement raised his head, glanced at Han Zhan, and then at the young and beautiful bride Song Ci. He asked Han Zhan, "Han Zhan, would you like to marry Song Ci for the rest of your life, never give up, stay together forever? ?"

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci, seeing Song Ci's pretty face flushed, and then said, "I am willing."

The statement also asked Song Ci: "Song Ci, are you willing to marry Han Zhan and stay together for the rest of your life?"

"I do."

"Okay, exchange tokens below."

Li Li took the ring box and walked behind Han Zhan. Han Zhan stretched out his white gloved right hand, took out the ring, and put it on Song Ci himself.

The ring is custom-made by Han Zhan for Song Porcelain. On the prong-set palladium setting, there is a luxurious diamond exuding crystal light. The diamond has a net weight of 6.2 carats, FL clarity, D color, and 3EX perfect cut.

Regardless of its size, clarity and cut, this is a rare and precious diamond.

This diamond was bought by Han Zhan two months ago, on the day he and Song Ci had just obtained the certificate.

Mo Yao is a jewelry supplier and she is also a jewelry collector. This diamond was purchased by Mo Yao five years ago from a diamond dealer in Africa at a high price of four million. Han Zhan wanted to buy it, so Mo Yao sold him at the original price.

The cost of this diamond ring itself is only more than 4 million, but its market value is immeasurable. It can be sold at an astonishingly high price in any auction house.

Song Ci's slender and slender fingers are more beautiful with a diamond ring.

The guests below couldn't help taking out their phones to take pictures.

Compared with Song Ci's high-profile and luxurious diamond ring, Han Zhan's ring is too low-key. His ring is a simple ring with a black diamond in the center.

Song Ci felt wronged by Han Zhan, so she decided to knit five sweaters for Han Zhan when the wedding was over!

After the exchange of the tokens was completed, the two signed their own names on the marriage certificate. Han Zhan, whose writing style has always been wild and unruly, wrote in block letters when signing the certificate.

Song Ci also followed him, and wrote his name properly.

The names of Han Zhan and Song Ci are close together, and the fate of the two people also binds together for a lifetime. Song Ci stared at the marriage certificate, and suddenly wanted to ask Han Zhan. You said you had a secret to tell me in your last life. What is it?

It is a pity that Han Zhan has no memory of his previous life.

He stated that he would close the marriage certificate, and said loudly: "Li Cheng!"

Li Li suddenly pushed Han Zhan, and Han Zhan was unprepared and rushed towards Song Ci. Song Ci hugged Han Zhan quickly, and the two of them staggered a few steps before they could stand firm.

Below, the young people were booing: "Kissing!"

After closing the house, Han Zhan is an old hooligan who is not shy, but outside, being stared at by so many elders who have watched him grow up, Han Zhan can't let go.

Song Ci suddenly held Han Zhan's face, kissed him on his mouth, and then kissed his forehead, giving him a lipstick mark.

The noise was louder.

Han Aoyu said to his wife who was speaking next to him: "We are Cham Cham shy!"

Mrs. Chen gave a tolerant smile, "Zhan Zhan is embarrassed." She looked at Song Ci and said, "Your grandson and daughter-in-law are very cute."

Han Aoyu couldn't help groaning, "Girl Song is very nice, she has a nice heart, speaks, knits sweaters, and can fly planes. I heard that she plays the violin very well, and she can still eat..." Han Aoyu shook his head , Said happily: "Anywhere."

Mrs. Chen just smiled.

Han Zhan was only married in her thirties. The old man was happy, and she could understand.

After the wedding, everyone drove to the hotel to eat. Song Ci and Han Zhan took a set of wedding photos in the forest before heading to the hotel.

A meal is also very happy, there is no phenomenon of crazy persuasion. Because there were few people, Song Ci only drank two glasses after a round of toasting. late

There was a party. After dinner, the guests stayed in the hotel, playing cards, singing and singing. Han Zhan and Song Ci greeted their friends, and after playing a few games, they took Song Ci to go upstairs to officially meet his godmothers.

The three godmothers are here.

Mo Yao was wearing a white V-neck suit and skirt, sitting diagonally on the sofa, with a pair of white jade feet resting on Li Yao's legs. Li Yao took a feather and gently lifted the soles of Mo Yao's feet, Mo Yao squinted his eyes, as if he was enjoying it.

As soon as Song Ci entered the room, she saw this scene. She was taken aback, and a word flashed in her mind—

Domineering female president and her sweetheart!

Song Ci was a little embarrassed when he glanced at Li Yao's healthy and stylish figure under that suit jacket.

This little sweetheart is not too small.

The singer Di Rongrong took off her dress and wore a suspender nightdress. She knelt on the carpet by the side of the coffee table, looking down her bag with her head down. While looking for something, Di Rongrong said, "Come and play mahjong. You have so much money in Moyao, are you afraid of losing to me?"

Mo Yao narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

The female diplomat Jin Luolan was staring at the TV and watching the movie Titanic. She stared at the face of the actor, Xiao Lizi, without blinking.

Jin Luolan looks like I am a face dog and I am proud. The way I compare my heart to a handsome guy makes it difficult to compare her to the venomous tongue in front of the media. She often stuns reporters from other countries’ media that they dare not even dare to put a fart. Diplomats are linked together.

Han Zhan coughed and whispered: "Godmother, I brought Song Ci to you." Upon hearing this, the three godmothers looked up together and looked at Song Ci. Their eyes were bright, like Looking at treasures.

Song Ci's muscles tightened.

She stood beside Han Zhan, nodded slightly, and shouted to the three women: "Hello godmothers!"

Di Rongrong stood up hurriedly and took Song Ci to walk to the single sofa next to Mo Yao and sit down. "Song Ci, I think your friends call you Song Song, and we call you Song Song too."

"Good godmother." Thinking of Li Yao's previous instructions, Song Ci quickly slapped Di Rongrong's ass: "Godmother, what brand of liquid foundation do you use? It's so docile. It looks like there are no pores on my skin. It's okay!"

Li Yao raised his eyes and glanced at Song Ci, wanting not to smile.

Di Rongrong touched her face embarrassedly, and said shyly: "Ah, Song Song, your eyes are good. When it comes to good skin, none of your other godmothers can match me. I'm a skin care expert. When I was a few years old, I started to pay attention to maintenance..."

When it comes to skin care experience, Di Rongrong talks endlessly.

Song Ci listened with a smile, patiently, with no impatient expression on his face.

Han Zhan endured a smile and glanced at Song Ci. When Di Rongrong talked about how to wash her face to better clear the pores and trash, Han Zhan finally interrupted Di Rongrong's words: "Godmother Rongrong, why don't you write one when you have time? This skin care book is published, give us one copy to Song Ci, let her follow your book to learn from Rong Rong, "You are right, ah, Zhanzhan, you are so smart! "

Di Rongrong stopped playing mahjong. She turned on her computer and prepared to write a book.

Song Ci could see that, except that Di Rongrong sang really nicely, she was a little confused at other times. She had heard that the teacher had a crush on Di Rongrong before, and Song Ci was surprised. She didn't expect the teacher to like this kind of confused and cute girl.

Song Ci then took out a portrait of Yan Jiang from his handbag.

She gave the photo album to Jin Luolan, "Godmother Luolan, Yan Jiang heard that you are his fan. Before going to Africa, he specially handed over his autographed photo to me so that I could give it to you. He said, It is his honor to be liked by you."

Jin Luolan took the photo and touched it with love. She carefully put the book in her bag, looked up at Song Ci lovingly, touched Song Ci's face, and praised her: "Song Song, you are really a kind and caring little padded jacket."

Song Ci smiled obediently.

She is cute, who can't love it?

When Mo Yao saw that Song Ci easily bought the hearts of Jin Luolan and Di Rongrong, he was a little curious about what method Song Ci planned to use to please her.

Song Ci walked up to Mo Yao, and she couldn't stand the strong aura of Mo Yao. "Moyao godmother. I also prepared a gift for you." Song Ci tried to be more calm and calm. This is the most difficult woman!

Song Ci directly handed a notebook to Mo Yao.

Mo Yao took the note, read it several times, and suddenly closed it. She raised her eyes, took a deep look at Song Ci, and asked her, "Where did you get your notes?"

Song Ci said, "This was written by my father when he was still alive."

Mo Yao looked at her eyes became inquiring. "Your father..." She stared at the handwriting on the front page of the notebook, and said, "What is your relationship with the Mo family?"

Hearing this, Li Yao, who was playing with a mobile phone, suddenly raised his head and stared at Mo Yao. Glancing at Song Ci, seeing Song Ci looking confused, Li Yao explained, "Mo family in Sichuan."

Song Ci is still at a loss.

The ink ballad said: "Sichuan City Mo Family, the first legendary family of Chinese medicine, the legendary Mo family masters the art of letting bones grow muscles, and the dead wood springs to spring. What is your relationship with the Mo family?"

"It's okay." Song Ci had never heard of Mo Jia before, she said: "Unheard of."

Mo Yao looked at her suspiciously, then looked at the notes. She put the notebook in Li Yao's arms, and then asked casually: "Is your father a very good Chinese medicine doctor? What is his name?"

Song Ci: "His name is Song Tingyun. He is very good. In the past, people in the nearby villages had infertility, sore waist and leg pain, and other intractable diseases. He would come to see him."

Song Fei's medical talent may have followed Song Tingyun.

Hearing the words of infertility, Li Yao glanced at Song Ci in surprise, then looked down at the notebook in his hand. After listening to Song Ci's words in Moyao, she nodded and said: "If my wish is over, Song Song, I will give you a company and you will be the boss."

Song Ci thought to himself: The richest man is the richest man, so he can give away a company at hand.

She joked, "Just forget the company, I don't have the ability to manage it well. If your godmother really likes me, she will give me a building and let me be a charter wife."

"Row."

Mo Yao sat up and pointed to a small box on the side of the sofa. She said to Song Ci: "When you meet for the first time, be a little polite. Look, do you like it?"

Song Ci thanked him, and took Han Zhan to the box. Han Zhan helped her open the box. Song Ci looked down and was blinded on the spot. She saw a bunch of golden... gold bars!

Worthy of being the richest man in Asia, this gift is true! It's fine to give gold bars, one box is one box, really ho!

Mo Yao took out the gift, Di Rongrong also got up from the computer desk, walked over with a gift box and handed it to Song Ci, "I am not as proud of your Mo Yao godmother, my present is shabby."

It is shabby, but it is also a luxury brand bracelet that sells for more than 100,000. "Thank you Godmother Rongrong, I like this gift very much."

In terms of money, as a national civil servant, Jin Luolan is not as proud of Moyao and Di Rongrong. She gave Song Ci a collection of calligraphy and painting.

After seeing godmothers, Song Ci and Han Zhan returned to their guest rooms with their uniform approval.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Ci was paralyzed on the bed.

She was too tired to move a finger.

Han Zhan put Song Ci's head on his lap, and intimately rubbed her shoulders.

Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "Mo family is very good?" Mo Yao just glanced at his father's notes and asked her if she knew Mo family. The reaction of Guanmo rumors at the time, the Mo family seemed to have a backing.

"The Mo family is considered to be a true millennium medical family in our country. How powerful is the current Patriarch of the Mo family? Simply put, with a population of more than 1.3 billion in our country, he only treats the top few people."

Song Ci snapped her fingers. She said, "The chief doctor?"

"almost."

Song Ci lay on Han Zhan's lap. She pointed to her back and said, "Press my waist."

"it is good."

"Brother Han, why did you say that Mo Yao godmother asked me if I knew the Mo family? Is it because my dad has something to do with the Mo family?" Song Ci is not really stupid and sweet. Some things can be noticed by calming down and thinking about it. To the weird place.

Since Mo Yao asked that, there must be a reason.

Han Zhan suddenly said: "Song Ci, do you think an orphan has to work hard, what kind of hard work does it take to have the amazing talents of your parents?"

Song Ci stopped asking this question directly.

Dad's superb Chinese medicine skills cannot be learned by simply studying for a few years in university. My mother is not only proficient in many languages, but also good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a talented woman.

She has never thought deeply about a problem, as an orphan, and helpless, how did her parents read the book? At that time, the country did not have compulsory education, and orphanages were not as formal as they are now.

In those days, not to mention that they were orphans, that is, children of ordinary people, and there were few who were proficient in foreign languages. If you have a good family background, you can speak English even if you have a good culture.

Thinking about it this way, Song Ci understood the violation.

Song Ci looked up at Han Zhan and asked him, "Brother Han, have you investigated my parents?"

This question is not easy to answer.

After hesitating a little, Han Zhan nodded. "I did a simple investigation on the parents-in-law." He told a white lie, "This time I got married, I saw that you have no relatives there, so I wanted to investigate the background of the parents-in-law and see if there are any relatives ."

Song Ci eagerly asked: "What about the result?"

Seeing that Song Ci didn't mind investigating the information of his parents-in-law privately, Han Zhan was relieved. Han Zhan told Song Ci: “There are many mysteries about your parents. The information I found shows that your parents suddenly appeared in Wangdongcheng 35 years ago. Before that, there were no such things as Jiang Mengmeng and Song Tingyun. personal..."

Song Ci was shocked. She sat up cross-legged, and whispered suspiciously, "How is this possible? 35 years ago, my parents were in their twenties. They can't be people who came out of thin air!"

Han Zhan knew that Song Ci must be full of questions. He squeezed Song Ci's palms as if soothingly, and said calmly: "I think their identities are fake. The names Jiang Mengmeng and Song Tingyun are , Is a pseudonym."

"As for their real names, I don't know."

Song Ci only finds it absurd. If his father was not Song Tingyun, who was he originally? Mother Jiang Mengmeng, who is it?

Song Ci was full of question marks and couldn't sleep.

At this time, Song Fei finally woke up, and she made a video call to Song Ci.

Song Ci connected the video and took the phone to the small living room. She put the phone on the ashtray and held it firmly against the water glass. Song Ci sat on the sofa and said hello to Song Fei thoughtfully. "Song Fei, are you awake?"

"Yeah." Seeing Song Ci in her pajamas, Song Fei asked her: "I'm resting, the wedding is over?"

"Well, there will be a party in the evening." Song Ci has been thinking about his parents, a little absent-minded and not talking much.

"Are you worried?" Song Fei asked her.

Song Ci couldn't keep her mind, she asked Song Fei: "Song Fei, do you think parents will lie to us?"

The careless expression on Song Fei's face gradually became serious. She stared at Song Ci and frowned and asked, "Why are you asking that?"

Song Ci was a little uneasy. She said, "Brother Han told me that our parents’ names are fake. My mother was not named Jiang Mengmeng and our father was not Song Tingyun. It’s very likely that they had encountered something and hid. I lived incognito in Wangdongcheng."

"It's an orphan background, and it's almost always false." After Song Ci finished speaking, she stared at Song Fei's face, not letting any subtle reactions happen.

However, Song Fei just nodded coldly, and said to her: "Congratulations, you finally realized that you have been kept in the dark by your parents over the years." She was called Song Ci a idiot, and it was not without reason.

Song Ci grinded his teeth and asked Song Fei: "You already knew it?"

Song Fei asked back: "Have you seen how many orphans are as good as our parents?"

Song Ci realized how idiot she was, and she asked Song Fei: "What else do you know? Tell me everything, don't hide it from me."

Song Fei: "Nothing else. My parents are hiding things from you, and they are also hiding things from me."

Song Ci did not doubt Song Fei's words. Suddenly she said, "Song Fei, do you think they might be murderers who absconded?" Song Ci has no other skills, and she has plenty of imagination.

Song Fei: "..."

"Have you watched too many police movies recently?"

Song Ci also knew she was thinking too much, but she just wanted to know what her parents were hiding from them.

"Happy wedding, Song Ci. I have to go to work, and I will talk next time."

"...Ok."

Knowing how busy Song Fei was at work, Song Ci didn't bother Song Fei anymore and hung up the phone.

Song Fei returned to the room, opened the closet, and found a loose T-shirt and jeans inside. She changed her clothes and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for herself.

Song Fei doesn't know how to cook, and a bowl of noodles is boiled in a clear soup. Staring at the boiling water and noodles rolling in the pot, Song Fei murmured: "Little idiot, it's enough for you to be responsible for the silly Baitian, knowing so much what to do."

There are some things that Song Fei would not tell Song Ci even if he knew.

For example, their mother used to struggle with a man. For example, they also have a half-brother...

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When night comes, the feast begins.

The party is the world of young people.

Song Ci and Han Zhan dressed in Chinese costumes and performed the opening dance under the attention of everyone. Song porcelain dance is soft and domineering. She wore a lavender dress and danced with Han Zhan on the dance floor and waltz.

Song Ci's dance was specifically learned from a professional teacher, and Han Zhan, a half-hearted man, couldn't dance at all. Before the wedding, he temporarily hugged the Buddha's feet and learned it for two days. Fortunately, Han Zhan is not stupid. Although a waltz is not good, he did not make a joke.

After the jump, Song Ci lay in Han Zhan's arms and said with a smile: "I'm so afraid that you will step on my feet."

Han Zhan was a little embarrassed, "Should I be rewarded?"

Song Ci told Han Zhan mysteriously: "I have prepared a surprise for you."

Han Zhan felt that the shock might be greater than the surprise.

Waiting for the guests to finish the first wave of dance, it is already half past eight. Song Ci went back to the room and changed a dance skirt. When she returned to the ballroom wearing a golden Bra and a goldfishtail skirt, everyone cheered!

"Wow, Song Song, belly dancing?"

Han Zhan and Li Li were standing with them for a drink. Hearing this movement, he turned around in surprise and looked towards the entrance.

Seeing Song Ci's bold dress, Han Zhan's breathing was a bit stagnant.

This is to rebel!

Song Ci's big wavy curly hair was draped behind her shoulders, and her bright eyes were as charming as drunk. She glanced at Han Zhan and blinked at him deliberately. Han Zhan felt like he was being radioed.

The dance skirt on her body was very exposed, and the thin willow waist that Han Zhan had seen and touched was exposed openly, making it hard not to attract attention.

She did not wear any jewellery and has turned all beings upside down.

Han Zhan's eyes fired, trying to pull Song Ci away. It's just that so many people on the scene watched, tonight is their wedding party again, Han Zhan can't bear to sweep Song Ci's interest.

Song Ci walked in front of Han Zhan and stretched out his hand to hold Han Zhan. "Brother Han, you are standing here." Song Ci chose the best position for Han Zhan so that he could enjoy the next dance.

[Penquge www.xbqg5200.co] Han Zhan stood with his arms around his chest, and saw Song Ci finishing his skirt, standing in the middle of the dance floor, nodding to the drum master.

The drum master also nodded to Song Ci, and then he beat with both hands on the leather drum, making rhythmic music. Song Ci shook his hips following the drum.

With her shaking, Han Zhan knew that this was a master belly dancer.

At the time when the drums were most urgent and intensive, Song Ci seemed to be possessed by a water snake, standing still on the spot, but his waist, shoulders and hips were twisting crazily, as if he had no bones.

Han Zhan was closest to Song Ci. He clearly felt the charm of Song Ci, and his body even reacted.

Song Ci stepped on the dots and turned around, as if tirelessly, without dizziness. The skirt flew under her, flicking over Han Zhan's trouser legs, touching Han Zhan's heart.

Han Zhan felt the charm of Song Porcelain, and in the same way, others could also feel it. Both men and women were calling Song Ci's name at the scene, and even some girls couldn't help but twist their waists.

Behind Han Zhan, Li Li and Beizhan were also crying and howling.

Han Zhan glanced at the faces of Li Li and Bei Zhan with no warm eyes. The two of them caught Han Zhan's gaze, and quickly lowered their heads without speaking or barking.

Finally, Song Ci finished the room.

She was a little hot, sweating on her forehead, Song Ci wiped her sweat, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Han Zhan walking over. As he approached, Han Zhan quickly took off his suit jacket and put it on Song Ci.

Han Zhan held Song Ci on the cheek and kissed her forehead. When leaving, Song Ci heard Han Zhan warn her: "There is absolutely no next time."

Song Ci raised his head and showed a clean and magnificent smile at Han Zhan.

With that smile, Han Zhan's heart trembled.

Song Ci was pulled to the seat by Han Zhan. Song Ci leaned in Han Zhan's arms and asked him, "Brother Han, am I doing well?"

Han Zhan can't lie, "Okay."

Song Ci was satisfied.

At tonight's event, the elders of Han Zhan were almost invisible, and all the young people present. Song Ci's friends teach three teachers and have nine students from all walks of life.

When it was time for friends to perform, Song Ci's friends took the stage to sing. Some perform magic tricks and some perform dances. When it was Han Wangwang's turn to take the stage, she directly performed DJ and DJ for her aunt and uncle.

Han Wangwang’s DJing skills are very good, and the young people in the audience followed the bar, jumping crazy.

Han Zhan Da Ma Jindao sat on the sofa, his hands opened and placed horizontally on the back of the sofa. The noisy DJ sound can't affect his emotions at all. He is like an old cadre, drinking boiled water without expression.

Song Ci was wearing Han Zhan's coat, standing in his arms, jumping wildly. The twisting of the waist made the mouth dry.

Han Zhan looked up at Song Ci's crazy appearance, his throat rolled for a while, he dried the boiled water in one mouthful, and raised his hand to invite the waiter. "Excuse me, give me a glass of ice water."

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After Han Wangwang's performance, Liang Bo took the microphone on stage again.

Liang Bo sang a song "Wish to Get One's Heart". He is a relatively popular new singer recently, and everyone is still very popular. When he finished singing, there was thunderous applause.

Liang Bo stepped off the stage and offered a glass of wine to Song Ci and Han Zhan. His mouth was very sweet. He wished Song Ci and Han Zhan: "I wish Song Song and Mr. Han, you will have an early son, love better than gold, and grow old together!"

Han Zhan drank this glass of wine, and when Liang Bo left, he hooked his fingers to the Beizhan. The Beizhan came over and leaned over and asked Han Zhan, "What's the matter with Mr. Han?"

Han Zhan said: "Notify Yuhua to start the **** creation plan as soon as possible. I want to make Liang Bo the most dazzling star, and he will become the **** of song." Such a talking child should be hot!

The Northern War twitched his mouth and responded with good.

He straightened up, his eyes searched for Liang Bo, who was shuttled in the crowd with wine glasses, a little envious in his heart.

This child, how is life so good?

The party was not over yet, Han Zhan took Song Ci and left early.

Song Ci was not crazy enough yet, being pulled by Han Zhan to the elevator, her high heels stepped on the carpet with one foot deep and one shallow, making her walk a little unstable.

Song Ci drank a lot of wine, her face flushed, she tugged Han Zhan's arm to act like a baby: "Brother Han, I haven't had a lot of fun yet, why are you boring..."

Listening to her coquettish voice, Han Zhan's whole body was numb.

"No fun? It's okay. Brother Han will play with you." Han Zhan pulled Song Ci into the No. 6 elevator, which is only open to special personnel.

Song Ci leaned on Han Zhan's shoulder, showing a suspicious look.

She murmured: "Brother Han is like a wooden person, who can't dance or dance, what can you play with me..." Playing peekaboo? Landlord?

The elevator doors gradually closed. At the same time, the staff in the monitoring room received instructions to immediately cut off the monitoring of Han Zhan's elevator.

Song Ci's head was dizzy and she didn't know what nonsense she was talking about. It wasn't until she was pushed down by Han Zhan and her back pressed against the wall that Song Ci became sober.

"Brother Han...ooh!"

His lips were blocked, and Song Ci couldn't speak anymore.

Outside the door of elevator No. 6, all signs were put on elevator maintenance signs. In elevator No. 6, Song Ci was dragged into **** by Han Zhan and brought to the cloud...

Carry floating and sinking, lingering endlessly.

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