Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

—"Little idiot, did it hurt for the first time?"

When this question came out of Song Fei's mouth, Song Ci was really surprised. She quickly drew a paper towel to wipe the tea in front of her, and threw the paper towel into the induction trash can. As soon as he looked up, he saw Song Fei staring at himself thoughtfully.

Song Ci wiped the corners of her mouth awkwardly, "You would even ask about this kind of thing." Is this still her arrogant and cold sister like an iceberg?

Song Fei said: "I am a man, and not a nun." In other words, she also has seven emotions and six desires. Song Fei doesn't think **** is a shame. She frankly said: "Sometimes watching Yan Jiang with a good-looking face and deliberately dangling in front of me, I will be a little bit disheartened and bear it. Can't help but want."

Song Ci: "..."

I didn't expect you to be such a dishonest Song Fei.

"So, does it hurt?" Song Fei was patient and asked again.

Song Fei humbly asked for advice, and Song Ci naturally wanted to solve her confusion. Song Ci said, "Well, that depends on the technique and atmosphere." She stammered a little and said, "You, you have to try it yourself, you ask me, I can't give you a reference answer."

Song Fei nodded.

After a while, she asked Song Ci again: "Do you hurt?"

Song Ci's face flushed, like a cooked crayfish. She scorned her neck and said nonsense: "My brother Han is handsome and skilled, of course it doesn't hurt."

Song Fei uttered a loud voice, and there was no more text.

Song Ci's face was hot and couldn't stay any longer. She was about to say goodbye and heard Song Fei say: "I went to Taobao yesterday and wanted to find a **** outfit, but found that they were not suitable for me."

"The chest and the back are flat, and nothing will work." Song Fei looked down at his flat chest, and stared at Song Ci again, annoyed. "Does eating papaya really work?"

Song Ci only finds it ridiculous.

Is virus research no longer attractive? How has Song Fei become weird recently.

Song Fei refreshed his three views repeatedly, and Song Ci couldn't stay. She stood up and hurriedly dropped a sentence: "I'm going to record a song, so I'll leave first." After walking to the door, she turned around and said to Song Fei: "Eating papaya may be useful, but you are over the age of development. , Still less toss."

Walking out of Yan Jiang's house, Song Ci's face was hot.

She really didn't expect that Song Fei looked at her solemnly, with a bold heart.

People shouldn't look good.

After Song Ci left, Song Fei got up and went to the kitchen, staring at the box of papaya in the refrigerator that she had just bought today. After thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Yan Jiang. The content was short, with only one sentence: [Come back early, I'm cooking. 】

In the counseling room, Yan Jiang is receiving counsel from a psychologist.

Yan Jiang felt annoyed. Facing the gluttonous face of his psychology teacher, he just wanted to quickly finish the treatment and go home.

The psychiatrist was still there to persuade Yan Jiang painstakingly: "Mr. Yan, your thinking like this is very dangerous. Song Fei is a person, not a pet, and not your private property. People are thinking, if you really want to take Song Fei has always stayed with her, so you have to respect her and support her..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Jiang: "Her ideal is to study and penetrate all the viruses in this world. She will fly all over the world. Do you want me to let her go and fly high?" Yan Jiang looked cold. "You want me to give up her?"

Psychologist: "..."

He was also helpless to such an aggressive patient as Shangyan Jiang.

Yan Jiang didn't sincerely want to accept psychological counseling.

No way, the psychiatrist can only come up with a killer. "Miss Song Fei told me that when the psychotherapy is over, let me give you an evaluation form. If the evaluation fails or there is no progress, she will not fall in love with you. I won't have a baby with you anymore."

These words were tantamount to a blow, and instantly woke Yan Jiang up.

Yan Jiang suppressed the disgust and indifference in his eyes, pretending to be obedient and well-behaved, and respectfully said to the psychologist: "You are right. I should respect her and support her. What she did is to benefit the country. I can't hinder her pace for the good things that benefit the people."

Psychologist:"..."

Please don't talk against me.

He was feeling troublesome and didn't know where to start. At this moment, the phone in Yan Jiang's pocket suddenly rang. Yan Jiang set up a special call reminder and text message reminder for Song Fei. Hearing this sound, he raised his palm to the psychologist and said, "Wait a minute, I'll read a text message."

"Please."

Yan Jiang took out his mobile phone and saw the text message from Song Fei, his irritability disappeared. The psychiatrist saw that Yan Jiang's gloomy face instantly turned clear and sunny, and he couldn't help asking curiously, "Is it Song Fei's text message?"

"Yeah." Yan Jiang was like a child showing off candy, showing off to the doctor in his heart: "She will cook today and let me go home for dinner. You don't know, Song Fei can't cook, this is her first She cooked for the first time, and she gave me the first time."

This was very ambiguous, but the psychiatrist pretended not to hear it. He told Yan Jiang: "It seems that Song Fei likes you very much. I gave it to you the first time I cook, showing that you are unique to him."

This made Yan Jiang feel at ease. "It's worthy of being the best psychologist in our city. Your analysis is very reasonable." He accidentally told the truth.

The doctor smiled awkwardly.

Half an hour later, when the treatment was over, Yan Jiang put on sunglasses with his hands in his pockets, walked briskly, and hurried home to eat.

As soon as he left, the doctor picked up the landline and called Song Fei to report the situation. While cooking, Song Fei listened to the doctor say: "Ms. Song Fei, I think that your subtle influence on Mr. Yan Jiang is more important than my psychological counseling."

Song Fei put down the kitchen knife and stared at a corner of Yan Jiang's courtyard in a daze.

"Like the last time, Mr. Yan Jiang still resists my treatment of him. He always thinks that I am a scumbag, not a good thing, and the chief murderer who persecutes your separation." Paranoid people are the easiest to be jealous and hold grudges.

Yan Jiang put the psychiatrist in the position of the enemy from the beginning, how could he open his heart to accept his psychological counseling?

"But with your text message just now, Mr. Yan Jiang felt better in an instant. After half an hour, our progress was fairly smooth." After all this, the psychiatrist only wanted to tell Song Fei, "The real The antidote is you."

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Song Fei thought for a while, took out an onion from the refrigerator and cut it into small dices, planning to fry them with the eggs. Yan Jiang likes to eat scrambled eggs with onions. When his grandma was still alive, he often cooked them for him.

When Yan Jiang came back in the car, Song Fei's food was almost ready.

"A Fei." Yan Jiang hugged Song Fei's waist as he entered the house and said to her, "I went to see a psychologist today and cooperated with him in the psychotherapy. The doctor praised me for my performance and improvement."

Song Feixin had ghosts in him.

"Wash your hands and prepare to eat."

Yan Jiang's eyes lit up, he washed his hands clean, and enthusiastically reached out to lift the lid of the heat preservation pot. "Let me see what you make delicious..." Yan Jiang stared at the dishes in the pot, dumbfounded.

Pork belly stuffed papaya, fried papaya shreds, papaya soup, papaya stewed crucian...

Yan Jiang's eyes quietly changed.

Song Fei came over to serve the food and told Yan Jiang, "I bought some papaya. I can't finish it. Don't waste it."

Yan Jiang said: "Aren't papaya usually made for sweet stew?"

Song Fei squinted his eyes and said in a bad tone: "So what do you want to say? Say I can't cook? What I do is dark cuisine?"

Yan Jiang immediately shook his head, "No, I want to say that Afei is really good. He has studied a lot of new dishes."

Song Fei felt a little better. She patted Yan Jiang on the arm and said to him, "You are the first time I have eaten my food."

With just this sentence, Yan Jiang was able to clean up all the papaya dishes.

Yan Jiang was slightly taken aback when he found a plate of scrambled eggs with onions under the pot. The onions were cooked a little bit and the dishes were not delicious, but Yan Jiang felt warm in his restless heart.

"You remember that I like to eat scrambled eggs with onions." Yan Jiang took Song Fei into his arms and whispered, "No one has cooked this dish for me since my grandma passed away."

Song Fei thought of the psychiatrist's advice, she felt that Yan Jiang should be given some sweetness, and said: "I will often make it for you in the future, and also make it for our children."

Yan Jiang's heart was pounding wildly. He suddenly said: "I will also see a psychologist tomorrow."

Song Fei suddenly smiled. "Row."

Song Fei's first time cooking, the dishes are also homemade, but the taste is not bad. As expected of a genius, the talent of a genius to cook is also great. Yan Jiang was full. He held his hands and stared at Song Fei who was sipping milk. Suddenly, he said: "Our A Fei is so smart and powerful, and our future baby must also be very powerful."

Song Fei choked.

Seeing Yan Jiang's bright gaze, it is not easy to hit him, so she said: "Well, looks like you, IQ is up to me."

Yan Jiang was extremely satisfied.

Song Fei got up the next day and found that the iron cage in the gym was gone. It happened that Allen came to his house with vegetables, and Song Fei asked Allen, "Where is the cage in the fitness room?"

Allen smiled and said, "Brother Jiang called me early this morning and asked me to ask the porter to send the cage away." It seems that under the influence of Miss Song Fei, Brother Jiang's condition is slowly getting better.

Throwing away the cage that made Yan Jiang want to go wrong is a big improvement.

"So that's it." Sending was also relieved.

While talking, Yan Jiang came back. He did not come back alone, he still carried a snow-white dog in his hand.

Yan Jiang put the dog cage in front of Song Fei, and he told Song Fei: "This is our first child, A Fei, you give him a name."

Song Fei looked at Allen, and Allen looked at Song Fei with a little complicated expression.

It seems that his illness has not improved.

Song Fei asked Yan Jiang: "Do you really want a name?"

Yan Jiang smiled and touched Song Fei's head. He said, "Of course, we raise him as a child, so that you won't leave us father and son behind, and leave if you say something goes wrong."

Song Fei looked at the snow-white snow-white dog, thought for a while, and said: "Since it is your dog, call Yan Gou, nicknamed Gouzi." The name was unruly and perfunctory.

Yan Jiang's eyelids twitched. "Alright, just call Yan Gou." I always feel that I am scolding myself.

Allen held back a smile, very uncomfortable.

-

Song Ci accompanied Han Zhan on a business trip to Brunei.

Han Zhan went out to talk with people. Song Ci stayed in the hotel alone, wearing a long-sleeved dress, sitting on the lazy couch by the window, staring at the cars and women downstairs. Affected by religious beliefs, most Brunei girls wear long sleeves and knee-length skirts, as well as turbans on their heads.

Song Ci secretly took a photo, sent it to Song Fei, and complained to her: [I came to a country where it is inconvenient to show my waist and my legs, so boring. 】

Song Fei didn't know what he was up to and ignored her.

Song Ci opened Song Fei's circle of friends and discovered that Song Fei and Yan Jiang had adopted a dog. The dog was only two slap-sized adults, with white hair, and very cute and cute. Song Ci asked Song Fei in a message: "You have a dog, what's the dog's name? 】

Song Ci had not waited for Song Fei's reply, but received a call from Shen Yubei.

"Teacher." Song Ci went to Liang Bo's song room the day before yesterday, recorded her original violin song "Zhan", and sent it to Shen Yubei, wanting him to give some advice. Song Ci asked Shen Yubei: "Teacher, have you listened to the music?"

"Have heard it." After hearing it several times, he would play it. "The tune is excellent, it didn't shame me."

Song Ci curled her lips and smiled. "That's, don't look at whose student I am."

"Tell you something." Shen Yubei told Song Ci: "Two months later, the crew of "Le Chi" will come to China for audition. They have to choose a role."

Song Ci knew that Le Chi's work, in his last life, was a great success at the International Film Festival, and also won the Oscar for Best Director, Best Photography, and Best Music. The leading male actor also won the Best Actor Award, which is truly spectacular.

Song Ci asked Shen Yubei: "What kind of role is it?"

Shen Yubei said: "A violinist with disabled legs."

Song Ci guessed Shen Yubei's purpose for mentioning this matter, "Does the teacher want me to participate in the selection?"

"Yeah." Shen Yubei told Song Ci: "The director of this film is Du Junfei. Although he is a bit sicker, he has nothing to say about the work. I want you to participate in the Queen Elizabeth International in three years. In music competitions, you first show your face in Du Junfei’s movies, and you will have an advantage when you participate in the competition."

The Queen Elizabeth International Music Competition is the most authoritative and high-profile violin competition in the world. Shen Yubei is a former champion, and his apprentice must also be a champion.

After Song Ci listened to Shen Yubei's words, his fighting spirit also burned. "I will do my best!"

"Okay, you get ready."

After Shen Yubei hung up the phone, Song Ci realized that Song Fei had returned her message.

Song Fei: [Yan Dog. 】

Song Ci froze for a moment, but didn't understand what she was talking about. Looking through the chat messages, Song Ci realized that Song Fei was talking about the dog's name.

[Do you call that dog Yangou? ] Song Ci looked confused. Is there such a way to name a dog?

Song Fei: [Hmm. 】

Song Ci: [You really know how to name it. ] This name, I don’t know who I’m scolding.

When Han Zhan came back in the evening, Song Ci told Han Zhan about it. "Yan Jiang and Song Fei raised a dog. Guess what the dog's name is?"

Han Zhan thought for a while and said, "Ahuang?"

"Yan Gou."

The melee: "..." Yan Jiang's dog, it's okay to call this name, he has a first name and a surname, and he plays fairly well.

Han Zhan walked to the sofa and pulled Song Ci up. He sat down on the sofa by himself, and then hoop Song Ci in his arms.

He lingered on Song Ci’s flat belly with his lips pressed against Song Ci’s ear and whispered, “We will go back the day after tomorrow. I’m very busy tomorrow, I’m afraid I won’t have time to play with you. Cibao, do you want to see it? Where, I will let Long Yu accompany you."

"I really want to visit the palace, but it's not fasting month, and the palace is not open to the public." Song Ci felt very sorry. She still yearned for the palace and wanted to go in and take a look.

"Then I have to wait for next year and go to another place to see it?" Han Zhan told Song Ci: "Jamie Mosque is their check-in spot. Would you like to see it?"

"also."

Seeing that Han Zhan's hands were becoming more and more presumptuous, Song Ci grabbed his arm and said, "What are you doing?"

Han Zhan: "The time for Mu Mian's first trial has been set, just 20 days later."

The topic suddenly touched on Mu Mian, and Song Ci couldn't keep up with the rhythm. "and then?"

"Then..." Han Zhan smiled and kissed her nose, hinting to her: "Remember what I told you before?"

"Huh?" Song Ci squeezed Han Zhan's arm and warned him: "Talk as you speak and touch less."

Han Zhan looked down at Song Ci, his eyes were teasing, "Then don't pinch my waist with your legs."

Song Ci pretended not to hear.

Han Zhan opened his arms and placed it on the armrest of the sofa, and then told Song Ci: "I said that when these things in Mu's family are over, we can start getting pregnant."

Song Ci was taken aback.

Song Ci is very fond of children. Even though she knows that childbirth may cause a woman to lose shape and develop stretch marks, she still wants a child of her own. "That's fine, Brother Han works hard to make diapers money for your children."

"As long as the diapers are not wet and the gold is not inlaid, the money is still enough." Han Zhan hugged Song Ci's waist and asked her: "Porcelain treasure, give me a small porcelain treasure, okay?"

"Okay!" Song Ci hugged Han Zhan directly and responded to him with a passionate kiss.

On the second day, Song Ci put on a long skirt and prepared a veil in his bag. Only then did he arrive at Jamie Mosque accompanied by Long Yu. She made many travel strategies along the way, fearing that she would violate the temple's visit rules.

The opening hours of the mosque vary from day to day. Song Ci arrived at the gate of the temple on time during the opening hours. Song Ci and Long Yu took off their shoes, put on the black robes provided by the temple, and put on headscarves when they went to the village, before they walked into the temple with Long Yu.

This temple is very famous in Brunei. The magnificent hall is built, the dome is all exquisite and gorgeous, and the atmosphere of money is exuded everywhere. Song Ci discovered that there are two worship rooms in the temple, the larger one is the male room and the smaller one is the female room.

Since she was a child, she has lived in a loving and respectful family atmosphere, and Song Ci most hates the inferiority of men and women. She stood at the door of the worship room, after thinking about it, she didn't go in.

Long Yu went in for a visit, and Song Ci wandered around alone, and came to a blue fountain pool.

The water in the spring pool is very clear, the blue sky and white clouds can be seen from the head up, and the picturesque gardens are all around. Song Ci has the idea of ​​taking pictures.

But photography is prohibited in the temple.

Song Ci has some regrets.

Click!

Song Ci heard the sound of the camera.

She turned her head in surprise and saw a tall young man with blond hair and blue face standing behind him. Under his black robe was a navy blue shirt, and a pair of black suit trousers wrapped two powerful long legs.

The young man looked in his early twenties, his face was very handsome, and there was a tiny black mole between his lower lip and chin, which did not damage his handsomeness, but added uniqueness.

Seeing Song Ci looked over, he shrugged, sticking out his tongue, and quietly stuffed the phone back into his pocket, making a'shhh' gesture at Song Ci.

Song Ci tilted his head and looked at him, not smiling.

"You won't report me, will you?" The young man spoke an authentic Malay.

Song Ci: "I am Chinese." She told each other in English.

The youth was a little surprised. He walked to Song Ci and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Very few Chinese come to Brunei to play, and everyone is more willing to go to Thailand, New Zealand or Europe and the United States." Surprisingly, the young man can speak a fairly standard Chinese. Although some syllables are strangely pronounced, Song Ci can understand. .

Song Ci smiled and told him: "You should go to China and see the magnificent rivers and mountains in China. You will find that the most popular place for Chinese people is the land of China."

The youth was slightly stunned.

"Yes, China is vast and rich in resources, and it is a good place." He took the initiative to reach out to Song Ci and said, "Jack Abraham, dare to ask Miss Fang's name." His words were verbose and sounded funny and interesting.

Song Ci shook his hand and said, "Rose Adkins."

He said his name was Jack, and she said her name was Rose, which was the name of the Titanic. The young man's expression was stunned, and he realized that he was fooled by Song Ci. He smiled and said, "Miss is really humorous."

Song Ci smiled and said, "My name is Song Ci."

"Song Ci? Tang Poetry and Song Ci?" It seems that the young people have some understanding of Chinese culture, and they also know Tang poetry and Song Ci.

Song porcelain explained: "Song porcelain, porcelain of porcelain."

"Oh!" The young man snapped his fingers, "I know, exquisite porcelain, I have Jingdezhen ceramics in my house!"

Song Ci smiled without denying it.

Yu Guangli caught a glimpse of a male figure coming quickly, and Alan said goodbye to Song Ci, "beautiful lady, we are destined to see you again, I have to find my friend."

"Goodbye bye."

Long Yu came over as soon as Alan Clooney left.

"Madam, who is that?" Long Yu frowned as he looked at the back of the man who had gone away, his eyes flashed with vigilance.

Song Ci told him: "Jack Abraham, he said he was called by this name, so I told him that my name is Rose Adkins." Song Ci sneered, staring at the man's back, and said quietly, "Tell Han Zhan. , It said that I was noticed by a dubious man."

"How does the madam know that this person has a problem?" Long Yu took a deep look at Song Ci and found that Madam was smarter than he thought.

Song Ci gave Long Yu a profound look, "A woman's intuition is more accurate than a tester."

Long Yu shrugged, feeling that what the wife said was reasonable.

At night, as soon as Han Zhan got out of the car, he saw Long Yu waiting at the door of the hotel. He walked towards Long Yu, "Waiting for me?"

Long Yu said: "I am addicted to smoking. I wanted to find a place to smoke. As a result, the whole country was banned.

Han Zhan smiled, "Quit smoking, don't smoke your lungs black."

Long Yu didn't say a word, but looked quite honest.

"There is indeed something worthy of concern today." Long Yu then informed Han Zhan of the existence of the man who called himself Jack.

After Han Zhan heard about this, he showed his care. As he walked to the hotel lobby, Han Zhan asked Long Yu, "What does that person look like?"

Long Yu said, "I only saw him from the back. He was quite tall. The lady said that the man was very young, his hair was blond, and his eyes were blue. Oh, by the way, the lady said that the man’s mouth was between his mouth and his chin. , There is a small black mole."

Hearing this, Han Zhan took a step back.

Long Yu stopped afterwards.

Han Zhan turned around, his eyes cold for some time. "That person, is he a little lame when he walks?"

"I didn't pay attention to this, but..." Long Yu carefully recalled the person's walking posture, noticed a detail, and hurriedly told Han Zhan: "He is walking very slowly, for fear of trampling on ants."

"I know."

On the way back to the room, Han Zhan didn't say a word.

In the room, Song Ci was already asleep. Han Zhan wanted to tell her something, but seeing her sleeping soundly, he gave up. At noon the next day, they set off for home.

Song Ci intended to enter the cockpit just like when he came, but was grabbed by Han Zhan's wrist. "You sit with me today, and I have something to tell you."

Seeing this scene, Song Shiqing and Xiong Jian hurriedly closed the cockpit door.

Song Ci had to come to his private lounge with Han Zhan. As soon as the door closed, Han Zhan took off his coat.

Song Ci sat beside Han Zhan's small bed, thinking of the plots in certain movies she had seen, she smirked and molested Han Zhan: "We are like this, it will make people outside think wildly."

"Whatever you think, we are a legal couple, whatever they want." Han Zhan lay down on the bed with his legs folded in a comfortable posture.

Song Ci lay there with his head resting on Han Zhan's arm. "What is Brother Han going to tell me?"

"The man who approached you yesterday, I should know him."

Song Ci lifted her head. She stared at Han Zhan's face and frowned and asked, "Do you really know him? Is he a spy? Or a killer?"

"Neither." Han Zhan turned his head and looked at the clearer blue sky and white clouds outside the glass window, and muttered, "It's my brother."

Song Ci was startled.

"Your brother? How come you have a brother?" Song Ci never heard of Han Zhan and brothers. After thinking about it, she said, "Isn't it a kiss?"

"It's a dear." Han Zhan added: "Half-parent."

"Huh?" Thinking of the young arrogant golden retriever, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Your father is a foreigner?"

"Ok."

Without waiting for Song Ci to speak again, Han Zhan suddenly said: "He is an international drug lord."

Song Ci: "!"

Unexpectedly, Han Mulan, who was born in Jiangmen's family, would marry a big drug lord. Song Ci didn't dare to think about how much **** inside story there was.

"We have four siblings. There is an older brother above me who is the most satisfied and proud heir to my father. There is also a younger sister and a younger brother below me. The man you saw yesterday should be my brother, his name is Agen. "

"Ajan Clooney."

Han Zhan put an arm across his eyes and fell into the memory. His tone gradually slowed down, and it sounded like he was talking about strangers. "Agen is the youngest child. He was very courageous and naive when he was a child. Every one of us has to receive a baptism on his fourth birthday..."

"kill."

Song Ci was shocked and speechless.

"On Ajan’s fourth birthday, the baptismal sacrifice his father chose for him was a twelve-year-old girl. Ajan didn’t dare to shoot and couldn’t bear to shoot. He begged his father to let her go, and his father was angry. He shot Arang in the calf."

"Ajan's feet are a little lame, because of that."

Song Ci was shocked to hear that, she never expected Han Zhan to live in such an environment when she was a child.

"He hates me."

"Why hate you?" Song Ci thought that Han Zhan had bullied Arang.

Arang hates Han Zhan, not because Han Zhan bullied him, the truth is actually heartbreaking.

Han Zhan said: "Arang was the closest to me when he was young. What he looks forward to most is when he grows up, he can kill our father with us, and then escape the **** of the abyss with me."

"At the age of seven, my grandfather found me and brought me home. With a new life, I became a soldier who defended my family and the country. Agen, he was forced by my father to become a cruel The bad guy, a criminal wanted by many countries."

"He hates me, hates me for leaving him, hates me for leaving him in the abyss of **** and living like a walking dead. I don't know when he noticed you, but Song Ci, Arang is no longer what I know The innocent and kind-hearted Aran of his, his time is precious, and he never does thankless things. He must be ill-intentioned when approaching you proactively."

"Once a strange and suspicious person appears by your side, you must tell me."

"Okay." Song Ci's mind appeared like Arang. His smile was so brilliant that he couldn't imagine that his hands were covered with blood. "Then Brother Han, mother-in-law..."

"She really died, and was shot and killed by my father in front of me."

Song Ci was stunned. "This, this..." She gritted her teeth and cursed: "Is this still a human? This is an animal!" Such an animal has four children, which is ridiculous.

It is difficult for some good men to marry a wife, but he loves in groups and his children get together!

"Even his own wife can kill, not as good as a beast!" The beast still knows to protect his spouse!

"You are wrong." Han Zhan corrected Song Ci's words, "My mother is not his wife, but just a lover of him."

Song Ci was even more surprised.

How could Han Aoyu's daughter be willing to be a man's lover!

"My father has only loved one woman in his entire life, a woman whom he loved but couldn't get. He didn't get that woman and he never got married in his entire life. Whether it was my mother or Agen's mother, it was just The substitutes he found, a group of substitutes with similar skins to his first love."

"..."

Should she praise Han Zhan's father for being infatuated, or should she call him a pig?

"Fortunately you are not like your father."

Han Zhan suddenly smiled, "I am his son, and his blood is bleeding on my body. There are still similarities between us."

Song Ci's expression gradually solidified, "Don't scare me."

Seeing that he was terrified of Song Ci, Han Zhan laughed and said, "We are not alike, but we are greedy for beauty. We are still alike."

Han Zhan squeezed Song Ci's hand and said, "I didn't realize that before I met you, I turned out to be a womanizer."

Song Ci was full of joy, and Brother Han praised her in disguise for her beauty. "Then what, I know I'm good-looking, you can stop it, I'll float to the sky if I overstate it."

Since marrying Han Zhan, Song Ci has drifted more and more, and she is afraid that she will be overwhelmed by the drift. "Okay, I'll squint for a while and wake me up half an hour in advance."

Song Ci said he would sleep in seconds.

Han Zhan couldn't sleep, and when he mentioned his childhood, he couldn't help thinking of those dark past events.

His childhood was cruel and merciless to Han Zhan. His father wanted to train him into a drug-immune body and injected him with various drugs since he was a child. When Han Aoyu found him, he was covered with pinhole scars.

Later, I was picked up by my grandfather and used a hormone antidote for several years before it became normal. Therefore, Han Zhan respected his grandfather. Without a grandfather, he would be more terrifying and depraved than Arang.

But Han Zhan didn't plan to tell Song Ci about this. If she knew, she would definitely think he was a little pitiful. Han Zhan don't want to be Song Ci's little pitiful, he wants to be Song Ci's upright husband.

-

Back at Wangdongcheng, Han Zhan's work became more and more busy, and Song Ci was not idle during this time. It’s a big deal for the Yuhua agency to release the first album for Liang Bo. From writing lyrics to music videos, everything is done.

Liang Bo had a fascinating trust in Song Ci. He insisted that Song Ci compose all his songs. Song Ci was praised by Liang Bo with a few words.

As soon as she floated, she agreed.

There are seven songs in the first album. Song Ci has something to do now and stays at home every day to compose.

When Han Zhan came back one night, he saw Song Ci lying on the piano and fell asleep. He wondered maybe it was time to change to a big house and build a spacious and luxurious professional instrument room for Song Ci.

The next day Han Zhan asked Beizhan to help him contact an architect and hired him at a high price to design a new home for him. The new home address is set on the top of Yulong Mountain.

Yulong Mountain is located on the edge of the Yulongyuan River, with Bishui District and Jinshan District in the west, and Wangjiang Mountains in the south. There is a strange stone on the top of Yulong Mountain, which looks like a dragon head with its head high. The dragon head overlooks the Yulong River from above. Therefore, the mountain is named Yulong Mountain.

Thirty-three years ago, Moyao, who was still in college, spent a lot of money to buy this mountain. Originally, he planned to build a large mansion for the four sisters to live together.

But Han Mulan's death became the eternal pain in the hearts of the three sisters of Mo Yao, and there was no need to build that mansion.

Later on Han Zhan’s eighteenth birthday, Mo Yao gifted the mountain to Han Zhan.

Han Zhan explained all the requirements to the architect in detail, and let the designer play and wait for the results. Song Ci has a sense of professionalism and has a good time every day. She didn't know that Han Zhan was secretly building a mansion behind her back.

In an instant, the day of Mu Mian's first trial was approaching.

As the victim and the victim’s family, Song Ci and Song Fei need a court, and Su Beibei, the victim’s widow, should also go to the trial scene to watch.

Mu Mian is about to be sanctioned by the law. Some people have been looking forward to this day for more than ten years, but some are afraid of it coming.

Mu Qiu has been discharged from the hospital and went home. The family used to be filled with warmth and laughter, but now, the dead, the arrested, and in the middle of the night, it is terribly silent.

Mu Qiu didn't dare to go upstairs to sleep. Every time she went upstairs and passed the second floor, she always felt that her mother would suddenly open the door of the master bedroom and walk out, and smiled and asked her: "Autumn, why did you come back?"

Mu Qiu had a ghost in her heart, she only dared to sleep in the guest room on the first floor.

Aunt Zhang didn't know Mu Qiu's mind, but thought she was weak and tired of going up and downstairs.

Tomorrow is the day when Mu Mian is judged. Seeing Mu Qiu's restlessness, Zhang Auntie asked her: "Miss, are you worried about tomorrow?"

Mu Qiu nodded. "Aunt Zhang, you said my father, will he be sentenced to death?"

Aunt Zhang did not say anything.

I want to know that with three lives and almost killed Song Fei, Mu Mian has become a well-known guilty man in the whole country, so it's only blame for him not to be sentenced to death!

Aunt Zhang turned to Mu Qiu again and felt that Mu Mian should be sentenced to death. But she couldn't say this in front of Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It must be the death penalty, no one can change this result." Mu Qiu leaned on the sofa, recalling his father's goodness to him, and couldn't help asking: "How could he kill?"

How could such a good father be a murderer?

Aunt Zhang said to the side: "People's hearts are separated by their belly. Some people look kind and kind, but their hearts are black. Humans, you can't see through with just a pair of eyes. It's the madam, you can't see your husband until you die. The true face, let alone miss you?"

I don't know that the sentence in Aunt Zhang's words hurt Mu Qiu, and Mu Qiu suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going to rest, and Aunt Zhang also rests earlier."

"Eh, okay." Seeing Mu Qiu was angry, Aunt Zhang didn't know what she said wrong.

Mu Qiu returned to the guest room, under the quilt, pressing his hands on his chest, feeling a strong heartbeat.

——The human heart is separated from the belly. Some people look kind and kind, but their hearts are black.

If Aunt Zhang knows her true face, I am afraid she will immediately carry her luggage and run away.

"Mom, if you know what I have done, would you still give me your heart?"

No one can answer Mu Qiu's question.

-

In the night sky, the moon was bright.

On the bank of Yulongyuan, sitting cross-legged was a woman wearing a black leather jacket and black denim pants. She looked up at the twinkling starry sky, curled her lips and smiled.

"Mom, Dad, Mu Mian will accept the first trial tomorrow. Your grudges will soon be reported." Su Beibei looked sideways at the Yulongyuan Bridge in the distance, thinking of the morning fourteen years ago.

That morning, the bodies of her parents were lying alone in the light rain, cold, and she couldn't wake up no matter how she cried or shouted.

Fourteen years later, Su Beibei no longer felt the piercing pain when recalling the scene when his parents died. But she still felt sad.

Thinking of Li Li, Su Beibei was a little embarrassed. "Mom, should I tell him the truth?" Su Beibei hesitated, hoping that someone could give her some advice.

At this moment, the mobile phone placed next to her leg rang.

Su Beibei connected the phone and heard Li Li say: "Beibei, are you still writing tonight? I just got off work, and I miss you a little bit and want to see you. If it's convenient, I'll come to you."

Hearing Li Li's smiling voice, Su Beibei couldn't help but curl her lips. "Come to the river beach next to the Yulongyuan Bridge to find me."

"Huh? Are you there by yourself so late?"

"Ok."

"Wait, I'll come!"

The Sanshengqiao area is not far from the Yulongyuan Bridge. It takes more than ten minutes to drive there. Li Li rushed to the river beach in the shortest possible time. From a distance, he saw a few bottles of beer beside Su Beibei.

Li Li walked over and covered Su Beibei's eyes, deliberately lowered his voice, and threatened Su Beibei: "Where is the beautiful girl from?"

Su Beibei reached out and touched the beer bottle beside him in the darkness. She held up the beer and said to Li Li, "Sir, do you want to drink a bottle of wine first to be bold?"

Li Li laughed.

He let go of Su Beibei's eyes, bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead, then took the bottle of beer and sat down beside Su Beibei.

"Why come here alone? Is it something to worry about? Or is Cavan out of inspiration?" Li Li directly bit open the beer lid with his teeth, and took a sip of beer.

Su Beibei handed her beer to Li Li, "Open it for me, I am a weak woman." The kind of weak woman who can lift forty catties of rice with one hand.

"it is good."

Opening the bottle cap with his teeth, Li Li handed the wine to Su Beibei without letting go. He hinted at Su Beibei: "Should I say something?"

Su Beibei: "Good."

Su Beibei's face was close to Li Li. Just when Li Li thought that Su Beibei was going to kiss him, Su Beibei quickly stretched out his hands and pulled Li Li's chest.

"Wow!" Li Li's expression changed with pain.

Su Beibei regained the beer and took a sip of it with her head up. She smashed her mouth with endless aftertaste. "It's pretty predictable, and it feels good. Song Ci didn't lie to me. It's true that men above and below are afraid of pain."

The clever Li Li grasped the point--

So Mr. Han shouldn't be caught by Song Ci?

I didn't see it. Looking at the mighty and unyielding Mr. Han, in private, he was also a poor little bullied by Song Ci.