Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

This night the two of them cried with each other in their arms, and fell asleep after crying.

The next day, Aunt Zhang woke up and found that Mu Qiu was missing, and Mu Qiu's important personal belongings were missing together. Guessing that Mu Qiu was gone, Aunt Zhang couldn't help feeling sad.

Miss is alone, where can she go after leaving home?

There is a magpie mountain 30 miles away from Wangdong City, and a temple called Yuezhaoan sits halfway up the mountain. It is the most famous Buddhist site for repairs within hundreds of miles.

In the early morning of this day, Yuezhaoan on the Magpie Mountain ushered in the first ray of light in the morning. The sun was shining, and the white snow on the ground was covered with golden light.

The gate of Yuezhao'an was opened, and a nun wearing a gray monk robe stepped out on the white snow on the stairs, and saw a young girl kneeling in the vast snow.

The girl is wearing a blue-gray down jacket, and on her palm-sized face, there are a pair of agile eyes that are very spiritual.

But her face was full of pain.

This is a desperate man who has been condemned to exhaustion by his conscience.

Master Huiru stared at the girl for a moment, then stepped on the snow and walked to her, and asked in a calm tone: "Female donor, what can I do for you?"

The girl looked up at Master Huiru, her clear eyes filled with helplessness and pain. She told Master Huiru: "Master, my name is Mu Qiu. I have done a lot of bad things. I have a kind and gentle mother and a murderous father, but they are all dead because of me."

"Master, I am very painful. I can't sleep all night. When I fall asleep, I can always dream of my mother lying on the ground covered in blood and asking why I want to harm her. My father scolds me in his dream every night. , It is better to scold me for pork, and curse me will be condemned. Master, you cross me, okay?"

Mu Qiu gripped Master Huiru's wrist tightly like he was holding a straw. "Master, I really can't bear it anymore. Tell me, is there any way to forget the pain? If I enter Buddhism and devote myself to practicing, can I resolve this pain?"

Huiru did not express her position, but asked her: "What evil have you done?"

Mu Qiu left tears of regret. She frankly told Huiru: "I almost killed my sister. I killed the newly formed baby in my mother's belly. I also instigated my father to commit crimes for me. Because of me, The father was sentenced to death, and the mother died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage due to stimulation."

Mu Qiu explained all his crimes one by one, and after hearing it, Huiru's eyes became more and more suspicious. Looking at such a kind and beautiful girl, how could she ever do such cruel and inhuman things?

Huiru has a pair of wise and profound eyes. She looked at Mu Qiu from head to toe for a long time before telling her: "Enter my Buddhism and practice with great concentration, and maybe you can forget the pain. But cultivating Buddhism and Taoism are all about cultivating the mind, female Donor, if you want me to be a Buddha, you need to ask your own heart, are you willing to let me be a Buddha?"

Mu Qiu was slightly startled.

Cultivating Buddhism and Taoism is all about cultivating mind.

Just this sentence made her cry and wiped away the tears. Mu Qiu said sincerely: "Master, I would like to enter Buddhism."

Seeing that she sincerely wanted to escape into Buddhism, Master Huiru took Mu Qiu's hand. She looked at the door of the temple behind her, and said: "Follow me into this door, and the world will no longer involve you, you Think about it."

For an instant, many pictures flashed in Mu Qiu's mind.

The mother who loved her and loved her but was indirectly killed by her, spoiled her and cursed her father who regretted giving birth to her in the end, admired Cheng Yanmo who loved her but had to break up with her, and was able to drive her to death. Song Ci, who killed her...

Cheers, laughter, and painful neighing, all sounded alternately in Mu Qiu's mind. She is so broken, but there are still people willing to leave a way out for her, she should be sober!

Putting his hand to the palm of Master Huiru's, Mu Qiu told her: "I would like to enter my Buddhism and stay with the ancient Buddha with a blue lantern, and never enter the world."

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, let me go in."

Mu Qiu stood up and walked into Yuezhao'an with Huiru.

Since then, there has been no Mu Qiu from the Mu family in this world, but there has been one more Buddhist disciple with the name "Wang Chen".

-

Following Han Zhan's instructions, Long Yu had been following Mu Qiu's movements.

That morning, Mu Qiu went to Magpie Mountain alone and worshipped Buddhism and practiced Buddhism, which was quickly conveyed to Han Zhan's ears by Long Yu.

At that time, Han Zhan was standing on the top floor of Yulong Building, staring at the billowing river in the distance.

"Mr. Han, Mu Qiu has escaped into Buddhism and stayed in Yuezhao Temple, and worshipped Master Huiru as her teacher. Master Huiru gave her the name Wangchen."

Upon hearing the news, Han Zhan was a little surprised. "She actually escaped into Buddhism." That's fine, and I hope Buddhism and other places of clean cultivation can wash Mu Qiu's muddy soul. "Got it."

After hanging up Long Yu's call, Han Zhan peeled another call to Song Ci.

Yesterday was supposed to be Song Ci's menstrual period. When he noticed that his menstrual period was delayed by one day, Song Ci eagerly ran to buy a pregnancy test stick and planned to verify it in two days. Song Ci had just come out of the drugstore when he received Han Zhan's call.

"What are you doing, porcelain treasure?"

Without the potential enemy of Mu Mian, Song Ci now dared to drive out alone. She sat in Aoyu One, turned on Aoyu One's intelligent driving mode, and then lay on a chair to talk to Han Zhan. "Driving."

Han Zhan laughed and said, "Mentally disabled mode?" Privately, Han Zhan and Song Ciguan's ‘smart mode’ in their car is called the ‘mentally disabled mode. ’

Song Ci tusk twice before saying, "I just bought a pregnancy test stick."

Han Zhan was slightly stunned.

"The menstrual period is postponed?" He also had some expectation in his heart, hoping that Song Ci could be pregnant.

Song Ci nodded, realizing that Han Zhan couldn't see him nodding, and then said: "I should have come yesterday, but I haven't come yet. Isn't I worried, I came to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test stick."

"If you don't come in two days, I'll test it." It's too early to test.

"Good." At this time, I should say something nice to please Song Ci. After thinking about it, Han Zhan suddenly asked, "Would you like to come to the Yulong Building to enjoy the world we laid down with me?"

Recently, Song Ci has devoted all his attention to the "Le Chi" movie audition and Mu Mian, and has not asked Han Zhan's work progress. Upon hearing this, she asked Han Zhan: "When will the new company be established?"

Han Zhan told Song Ci: "Just this month's Christmas."

As early as a month ago, Zeus Airlines released the news of the successful acquisition of Shenghui Technology Company, Phaeton Automobile Co., Ltd., Dongying Real Estate Company, Jetta International Hotel Co., Ltd., and Yuhua Brokerage Company.

When the news was released, it shocked the whole country.

You know, whether it is Shenghui Technology Company, Phaeton Automobile and Dongying Real Estate, they are all large enterprises in China. Among them, Phaeton Motors' Aoyu No.1, which was launched successfully this year, is even more amazing all over the world.

Such a powerful company has been acquired by Zeus Airlines, so how good does Zeus Airlines exist?

The key point is that Zeus Aviation has acquired more than one Phaeton Motor Co., Ltd., and it has also acquired three other companies with the same position, as well as emerging brokerage companies that have recently emerged with considerable development prospects.

Zeus Airlines has become a behemoth. It has stood on the domestic pyramid and has become a proud existence that surpasses the Eastern Sichuan Group.

This company has only been named for less than ten years!

Everyone is very curious about what exactly is Zeus Airlines, and who is the boss behind it?

"That's not the day after tomorrow!" Song Ci was a little surprised, because she remembered that the last generation of Zeus International was established in 2021. Once it was born, it surpassed Chuandong Group and became the leading enterprise in Wangdong City.

And Han Zhan also became the richest man in Wangdongcheng.

In those few years, Han Zhan was very popular in Wangdongcheng. He was rich and golden, handsome and handsome. Although he was slightly disabled, he couldn't hold back money!

At that time, unmarried girls wanted to marry Han Zhan, married women wanted to divorce and marry Han Zhan, older women wanted to marry their daughters to Han Zhan, and a group of men also wanted to get involved in Han Zhan. Cham.

In short, Han Zhan is equivalent to the RMB, the kind of RMB that can speak.

"Yes, the day after tomorrow." Han Zhan told Song Ci: "There will be a grand party the day after tomorrow, when business leaders from all over the country will come to attend, and there will be many big-name celebrities coming to join us. Song Ci, it should be you who will be the audience. It's time."

Song Ci chuckled, "Brother Han, I really like what you said." Song Ci couldn't help taking out the small mirror in his bag and looking at his prosperous beauty frequently.

She tweeted and asked Han Zhan, "Brother Han, Brother Han, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Han Zhan accompanied her in acting, "Of course it is Song Ci, a young, beautiful and **** body."

Song Ci: "Your mouth is so sweet!"

Han Zhan was amused by her. After laughing, he turned around and suddenly said: "Mu Qiu is a monk."

Song Ci: "Huh? What?" She thought she had heard it wrong, "Married or a monk?"

"Monk."

All Song Ci's smile constricted. "What a joke."

"It's true. She went to Yuezhaoan and became a Buddhist female disciple." Knowing that Song Ci must be full of doubts, Han Zhan told her: "I don't worry about that woman, so I let Long Yu for 24 hours. Guarding her. Long Yu saw Mu Qiu go to the Magpie Mountain this morning, entered Yuezhao Temple, shaved his hair and worshipped Master Huiru, and became a female disciple."

If Long Yu saw it with his own eyes, there could be no fakes.

Song Ci's reaction was slow for a while, and after recovering, he said, "...I know."

"Then I will wait for you at the Yulong Building? There is a seafood shop near here that tastes good. Come over and I will take you to eat."

Song Ci: "That's not good, seafood is cold, and it's not good for the child in my stomach." Before she was pregnant, Song Ci entered the role of mother.

Han Zhan gave a deep smile before saying, "Then eat barbecue."

"That's not okay. Barbecue is easy to get fat."

"Hey, the meat-eating children grow up strong." Han Zhan coaxed Song Ci with a single sentence.

"Well, let's eat barbecue." After hanging up the phone, Song Ci readjusted the driving route, and sat in the car in a trance.

Song Ci didn't want Du Tingting's heart to stay in the body of a bad girl. She deliberately asked Mu Qiu to go to the execution ground to observe Mu Mian's execution, in order to awaken Mu Qiu's final conscience through Mu Mian's death, and let her understand that bad things will eventually be retributed.

Indeed, as Song Ci had hoped, Mu Qiu knew regret and fear, and knew he was going to change his mind and be a new man. But she went straight to the monastery and became a nun, which Song Ci didn't expect.

Being a monk completely cut off all possibilities with Cheng Yanmo. How courage did she take to do this.

Mu Qiu was really a ruthless person, and he did everything absolutely.

However, it was good for Mu Qiu to escape into Buddhism. He chanted sutras and knocked on Muyu every day, and was influenced by Buddhism, hoping she could do good and sunny.

-

Aoyu No. 1 sent Song Ci to the downstairs of Yulong Building, and went to find an empty parking space by herself. Song Ci curiously followed behind the car's butt, and saw that Aoyu No. 1 really parked herself in the parking space accurately. stunned.

Good guy, no wonder this car will become the world's best-selling car, so smart, who can't love it?

The Yulong Building has become a new Internet celebrity place in Wangdong City. The square is full of tourists who come to take pictures and check in. The small vendors selling balloons and candied haws have a particularly prosperous business, and they all laugh from ear to ear.

Song Ci walked to the square in front of the building and looked up at the four magnificent characters on the roof of the building——

Zeus International.

A noble and domineering breath rushed toward the face!

An arrogance was born in her heart, this is her man's property! She is a really good man, good in every aspect.

Han Zhan's office is located on the east side of the top floor of the building, covering an area of ​​about 200 square meters. The entire top floor, except for his office area, is left with various large and small meeting rooms and reception rooms.

The decoration style of Han Zhan's office is still black and white, which looks stable and grand, yet low-key and luxurious. He seems to love floor-to-ceiling windows. Except for the load-bearing column and the load-bearing wall, the other walls have been made into large-area floor-to-ceiling windows. The electric remote control curtains are all opened and the light is bright.

Song Ci discovered that he had a separate space in the office separated by a half wall, which was designed as a children's playground, which contained children's basketball hoop, ocean ball, heated swimming pool, and Lego play area.

Song Ci stared at the children’s paradise with a surprised expression. She couldn’t help but turn around to tease Han Zhan: “Brother Han, you are preparing a children’s paradise in your office. Are you planning to be the dean of the nursery?”

Hearing Song Ci's words, Han Zhan said, "Don't be poor, this is for our children."

Song Ci has guessed it.

But she was curious, "Why prepare a children's playground in the office?"

"It is convenient for you to bring your children over to play. If you are on a business trip or go out to play alone, the children can also be thrown with me and I will take them." Han Zhan made everything clear.

Song Ci subconsciously said: "I like children very much, how would I leave him to be chic."

"It's too early to say." Han Zhan picked up a basketball on the ground and threw it into the small basket.

He caught the ball, stared at Song Ci, who was young and beautiful, and said earnestly: "I know you like children, but Cibao, you are under 23 years old, and you are still a playful child. But from It’s far more difficult and boring than you think it’s from conceiving a child to raising a child. If the child has a big temper and makes you unhappy every day, you will always feel depressed and want to leave the child alone and relax."

"At that time, I can only bring the children." Taking into account these issues, Han Zhan specially prepared a children's playground in the office, prepared.

Song Ci knew what Han Zhan said was right. It is one thing to like children, but it is another thing to be able to take good care of children patiently.

For Han Zhan's thoughtful consideration, Song Ci felt warm and happy, and married a good man who loved her.

But she is not serious. She looked at Han Zhan amusedly, shaking her head and tweeting non-stop, "The mature and stable domineering president once reduced to a bottle-necked milk dad, is it a distortion of human nature or morality? Lost?"

Han Zhan threw the basketball to Song Ci.

Song Ci caught the basketball and heard Han Zhan say: "It's the power of love."

Song Ci's eyes grew deeper. "You love me," she said affirmatively.

Han Zhan looked at her deeply without denying it.

Song Ci cheered inwardly, this feeling of being thrilled after a few months of marriage is really sweet. Song Ci continued to look at the office with his arms folded and noticed that a leather bed was placed behind a glass screen.

Song Ci walked to the double bed and sat down. She was sitting like a swan, elegant and noble. "I guess you prepared this bed for the little secretary." Song Ci deliberately wronged Han Zhan.

Han Zhan took off his suit jacket and walked towards Song Ci like a meteor. When he got to Song Ci, Han Zhan pinched Song Ci's chin with his left hand and lifted her cheek to make her look up at herself.

Han Zhan's gloved thumb pressed Song Ci's lips, and he hinted to her: "Secretary Song, it's time to perform your duties."

The ‘Secretary Song’ made Song Ci’s bones numb all over his body.

Secretary Song’s pool of spring water was turned upside down, but her expression on her face was very calm. She winks like silk, clasped her hands on Han Zhan’s arm, and asked him: “Han Zhan, I’m very expensive. Are you up?"

Han Zhan: "I will give you all my life, is that enough?"

Song Ci pouted, "I didn't have that chance." After finishing speaking, Song Ci thought about the past that Han Zhan almost died in the earthquake in order to save himself. Her heart trembled, and she hurriedly changed her words: "Who cares about your life, I don't want you to give it to me."

How good is she.

Han Zhan then said, "Then, give me to you, or?"

"This must be!"

-

To finish Han Zhan, Song Ci recalled what it was like just now, and she said with emotion: "Brother Han, you are so gentle today." It's just like treating her as a pigeon egg, and she didn't dare to use any effort to touch her.

Han Zhan hugged her waist and leaned his chin on Song Ci's head. He said, "Don't dare to mess around for fear that you are really pregnant."

Song Ci smiled and fell asleep in Han Zhan's arms.

Wake up, Han Zhan took Song Ci to eat barbecue. Song Ci felt guilty while eating meat, "I will get fat if I eat this way."

"Waiting to have a baby before losing weight."

"...Ok."

On the grounds of raising children, Song Ci ate a plate of pork belly, a plate of fat beef, and a slice of chives and yellow eggs. After the meal, the two went to Li Yao's clothing store and took away the dress to be worn tomorrow.

Song Ci woke up the next morning and found that his pants were dirty. Song Ci was a little discouraged to find that his aunt was coming. She couldn't help but say to Song Fei: [Song Fei, my aunt is here and she is not pregnant. 】

Song Fei was relieved when he saw the news.

Song Fei: [Oh, yes, that's a shame. 】

Song Ci always felt that Song Fei's remarks were perfunctory. She thought of the Haikou where Song Fei was boasting that day, and asked Song Fei: [Where are you and Yan Jiang? 】

Song Fei: [Today at noon, I want to take him down. 】

Song Ci: [! 】

Song Ci was aroused by gossip, she quickly asked Song Fei in her voice: [Song Fei, how are you going to take him? Tell me about it, I can analyze for you whether it is reliable. 】

Song Fei replied with her voice: [I made three plans. The first step is to pour him wine, while he is half drunk, forcibly start. The second step is to prepare a diamond ring, propose to him, and make a request for bed-sharing while he is moved. Third, direct medication. 】

Song Ci: [! 】No wonder his father said that Song Fei has anti-social character, this is the **** man's thing?

Song Fei humbly asked Song Ci: [Which plan do you think is more reliable? 】

Song Ci left a bit of tears for Yan Jiang before he said without conscience: "The first and second plan."

Song Fei: [I think so too. 】

Song Fei was busy preparing for the courtship battle at noon today, and had no time to talk to Song Ci. After hanging up the video, Song Fei put on an extra-long down jacket, stepped on sneakers, and drove to the mall by herself.

Song Fei went straight to the jewelry store.

The cabinet sister smiled and asked her: "Hello Miss, do you want to see a necklace or an earring and bracelet?" Generally, girls who go to the jewelry store alone will look at these things.

Song Fei walked to the counter and glanced over the dazzling array of products in the glass counter.

She had choice phobia, so she simply refused to choose. She directly said to the cabinet sister: "Take out the men's ring from your store and let me see." After a pause, she said, "Don't show me the cheap ones." Not worthy of her. That little egg at home.

"OK, just a second."

The cabinet sister chose eight male rings and placed them in front of Song Fei.

Song Fei thinks that each one is similar, and they are pretty good-looking anyway. She doesn't understand this, so she asks the cabinet sister: "Which one is more suitable for marriage proposal?"

Sister Aie was stunned, and asked Song Fei unsurely: "Miss will propose to her boyfriend?"

Song Fei nodded.

These days, a man can propose to a man, and a woman proposes to a man. What's the point? The cabinet sister asked Song Fei, "What kind of boy is Miss's boyfriend?"

Noting the man on the billboard in the store, Song Fei lazily raised his finger, pointed at the billboard, and said, "That's it."

The cabinet sister smiled a little deeper, "This is our spokesperson, Mr. Yan Jiang, is Miss's boyfriend of this type? Mr. Yan Jiang’s personal temperament fits very well with our brand's products. If your boyfriend is also of this type, then I will recommend this one for you..."

The sister of the cabinet picked a platinum ring in the ring. There is a curved golden wavy line in the middle of the ring, like golden quicksand, simple and unique. Song Fei stared at the ring and imagined it being worn by Yan Jiang on his finger. He thought it looked pretty.

"Just it."

After buying the ring, Song Fei instantly became poor.

On the way home, passing a flower shop, Song Fei stopped the car, opened WeChat, and looked at the remaining 147 yuan in the change. Reluctant to let the child catch the wolf, be generous to his man!

Song Fei got out of the car and walked into the flower shop.

The shop manager is a gentle girl. She is taking care of a pot of bird of paradise. When Song Fei enters the house, she holds a spray bottle and asks Song Fei: "Welcome, what would you like to buy?"

Song Fei is a pragmatist. She said, "I only have 147 yuan and I want to buy some roses. How much do you think you can buy?"

The store manager was taken aback, and then said: "It's not a holiday. You can buy 11 roses for 10 yuan per rose, and I will help you pack them beautifully."

Song Fei nodded, "Okay, only 11."

"OK, wait."

Song Fei got into the car holding the rose, thought for a while, and sent another text message to Yan Jiang.

After returning to China, Yan Jiang entered the Wangdong Police Station as a forensic intern under the recommendation of his university tutor. He was doing research on an unrecognizable corpse that day, when the phone rang suddenly.

Knowing that Song Fei had sent a text message, Yan Jiang quickly took off his gloves and took out his phone to read the text message.

Song Fei: [Are you back at noon? I have something to discuss with you. 】

Song Fei is Yan Jiang's fate, why won't Yan Jiang go back?

Yan Jiang: [I'm back. 】

He had a two-hour lunch break at noon, considering that it would take forty minutes to drive back and forth. He didn't know what Song Fei was going to talk to himself, so Yan Jiang took an hour off with the leader.

He drove home and smelled the smell of meat.

Every time he went home, Yan Jiang had to hold Song Fei and take a hard breath between her neck, like a baby with milk addiction, Song Fei is also Yan Jiang's addiction.

Yan Jiang walked to the kitchen lightly, hugged Song Fei, and took a hard breath. Looking up again, she found that Song Fei was frying short ribs. The short ribs were almost cooked and smelled full of fragrance.

In just a few days, Song Fei has developed a good cooking skill, and the steak ribs are fried decently. Song Fei turned off the fire, put the steak ribs on the western plate, and said to Yan Jiang: "Take it over, I also made pasta, and I will start the meal later."

Yan Jiang loosened her waist, took the plate, and asked her curiously: "What day is it today?" Cooking pasta is very time consuming. Song Fei doesn't like to eat pasta or make pasta. So what special day is today?

Song Fei said: "Secret."

Her expression of indifference and secret expression is cute and interesting to Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang sat at the dining table and waited. After only a few minutes, Song Ci added flavor to the pasta and served it out.

When preparing to eat, Yan Jiang asked Song Ci again: "You said on the phone that you have something to tell me, what is it?"

"Eat first, and talk after you finish." Now that I said, the food was wasted.

Yan Jiang was aroused by curiosity, eating a little faster. Song Fei took a few bites of pasta and two more slices of beef, then put down his knife and fork and stood up. "I'm full, you remember to wash the dishes."

"okay."

Yan Jiang was also full. He dumped the residue, threw the tableware into the dishwasher, and immersed himself in the cabinet looking for dishwashing powder, and he heard the sound of footsteps going downstairs.

Yan Jiang turned back and asked Song Fei: "A Fei, where is the dishwashing powder?" Turning back completely, Yan Jiang was stunned on the spot when he saw Song Fei after dressing up.

Song Fei actually wore a skirt, or a **** tube top dress!

Two extremely thin straps hung on the pale and thin shoulders, making their collarbones attractive. Sexy is not only round and round, there are some people's sexy, it is the charm of the skeletal eyes.

When Song Fei looked at him with those eyes that were as cold as snow and ice, Yan Jiang felt a tingling scalp and his soul being penetrated.

Yan Jiang didn't expect Song Fei to have such a side.

He stared at Song Fei in a skirt and the rose in her arms, his expression was very surprised, and his heart became more suspicious.

What is Song Fei going to do?

Song Fei stepped on the flat-bottomed wool slippers and walked in front of Yan Jiang.

She handed the big bouquet of roses to Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang looked down at the roses, his breath was suffocated. "Is this for me?" Yan Jiang said softly, unbearably.

Song Fei nodded lazily. "Give it to you."

Yan Jiang likes it very much. He stretched out his hand to take the rose, and heard Song Fei say: "There is a surprise hidden in it. Accepting the rose means accepting the surprise. Anything, once sent out, Don't recycle it, you think about it."

Song Fei's "surprise" is generally shock. Hearing this, Yan Jiang quickly retracted his hand.

Yan Jiang wanted the handful of roses very much, but worried that there were strange things like snakes and itchy powder hidden in the roses. Yan Jiang touched the back of his hand anxiously, and asked Song Fei in a discussion, "Can you tell me what the surprise you are talking about?"

Song Fei's tone was cool and light: "No."

Yan Jiang's expression was jerky.

"No?" Song Fei received Hua Hua in her arms and turned around to walk outside the gate. When she turned around, she said, "Don't forget it, it's a worthless thing anyway."

"I want!" Yan Jiang quickly walked around, snatched the rose from her arms, and walked to the coffee table holding the rose.

This was the first time A Fei gave him flowers, and it was a red rose that represented love. Yan Jiang was killed by a poisonous snake, and he wanted to leave this bouquet. He had thought about it. When these flowers were about to wither, they should be made into dried flowers in advance and stored as long as possible.

Yan Jiang sat on the carpet, staring at the rose, unable to guess what terrible things were hidden in it. "The surprise you are talking about, shouldn't it be something that will make me itchy when I touch my skin?" After being pitted by Song Fei, Yan Jiang had a psychological shadow.

Song Fei shrugged, "Who knows."

Yan Jiang hesitated for a moment, before reaching out to the rose. At this time, Song Fei suddenly said: "Don't be afraid, even if it is poisoned, I have an antidote here."

Yan Jiang: "..."

Yan Jiang, who originally regarded death as home, suddenly fell into trouble.

But no matter what the surprise Song Fei prepared, Yan Jiang still wanted to see it.

He began to confess his last words to Song Fei: "My bank card passwords are all the same, they are the last three numbers of your birthday, plus 111. All properties under my name have your name written on them, and you will get me after I die. All legacy."

Song Fei kicked him directly on his ass, "Just watch, don't watch me throw it, Haw!"

Yan Jiang was kicked, and this was honest.

With a cruel heart, he stretched out his hand to the rose, looking for ‘surprise’ with trepidation. With a vigilant attitude, he opened every rose, and then he saw a velvet box.

At this time, Yan Jiang hadn't realized what would happen next.

He also firmly believed that Song Fei contained disgusting things such as scorpion eggs in the box. He picked up the box and shook it. He didn't hear any movement. He also said, "Is it a cricket?"

Having said that, he narrowed his eyes warily and opened the box.

When he saw the male ring standing quietly inside the box, all the emotions in Yan Jiang's eyes turned into shock.

Next to him, Song Fei leaned on the sofa with his arms folded and said, "The cricket in your hand is worth sixty-eight thousand yuan."

Yan Jiang stared at the "cricket", his throat was so hot that he couldn't move his mind. "This is..." Yan Jiang picked up the ring, raised his head and asked Song Fei: "A Fei, are you proposing to me?"

Song Fei grabbed a short hair and was a little embarrassed. She asked Yan Jiang, "Are you going to kneel down?" Tsk, the first time she proposed marriage, she was unskilled in business. Song Fei snatched the ring from Yan Jiang and knelt down on one knee in front of Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang was shocked.

Song Fei held up the ring and began to propose—

"I started covering you when I was eight."

When she was eight years old, Yan Jiang was twelve years old, just about to graduate from elementary school. That year, his father and mother abandoned him and left. He followed his grandmother and lived as an orphan. That year, Yan Jiang started to be bullied and insulted in school. Who made him have such a perverted father?

But also that year, he had an intersection with the cold and smart monster girl in the neighbor's house. Knowing Song Fei is the only beauty in Yan Jiang's incomplete youth.

It has been almost two months since I came back to look at Dongcheng, Yan Jiang's skin has returned to its original color, very white and delicate. Song Fei stared at Yan Jiang's pleasing face, the ice in his eyes gradually melted.

Song Fei said: "From the age of eight to fourteen, I have covered you for six years. Raising animals will be addictive and will produce feelings, let alone a person." After a pause, Song Fei's eyes became serious and firm. When she got up, she said to Yan Jiang, "I still want to cover you for the rest of my life. You better give me a chance."

Yan Jiang subconsciously asked Song Fei: "If you were not given this opportunity, what would you do?"

Song Fei frowned, and there was frost in his eyes, "Beat you to death." This answer was very personal in Song Fei's style.

Yan Jiang laughed.

"A Fei, I accept your marriage proposal." He directly took the ring from Song Fei's hand and put it on his middle finger.

Upon seeing this, Song Fei breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at Yan Jiang's middle finger, and felt that the ring was suitable for him. She bought it right.

Yan Jiang also took off the necklace from his neck and took off the platinum ring. He knelt down and put the ring on Song Fei in the same posture.

When putting on the ring, Yan Jiang said: "A Fei, I will try to give you freedom, but you will never deceive me in the future, and you are not allowed to do stupid things without saying a word." The Kinshasa incident caused Yan Jiang. Great heart shadow.

He hugged Song Fei, the girl in his arms was extremely thin, as if he squeezed it hard and Song Fei would break.

"I love you very much, Song Fei, I have experienced the same pain twice in you." Eight years ago, at the earthquake site, Yan Jiang thought that Song Fei was dead and dug her for three days without eating or drinking.

In Kinshasa, he thought that Song Fei was dead again. He cried and cried amidst the gunpowder and the flames of war. He didn't think about tea and food for several days and couldn't sleep at night.

"Song Fei, I'm a little bullshit, if you scare me again, I will die."

Song Fei had realized how outrageous she was. She was very guilty. If time could come back, she would never hide Yan Jiang again. Because she has already tasted the feeling of loving someone.

"Okay, I promise you."

Hearing this, Yan Jiang closed his eyes with relief, hugged her, and did not let go.

Song Fei pushed him.

Yan Jiang was pushed away, he was a little puzzled, "Would you not let me hold it for a while?"

Song Fei: "No, you only have 30 minutes to rest. If you don't hurry up, you will be late. Hurry up, we will go back to the room when we go upstairs."

Yan Jiang was startled. "What are you going to do when you go back to the room?" He thought of some unsuitable images for children, and began to feel dry.

Song Fei pulled Yan Jiang to stand, and while walking upstairs, he said, "Creating a man! I am older than Song Ci. Our children cannot be called Song Ci's children." In some respects, Song Fei was stubborn. terrible.

Yan Jiang was dragged upstairs by Song Fei, with a deep foot and a shallow foot, just feeling unreal. When he arrived in the room, Song Fei took off Yan Jiang's pretentious glasses. He sat on the bed, blushing and heartbeat very excited.

Everything came to pass. Before he was about to communicate in depth, Yan Jiang suddenly remembered one thing. He stopped, his breath was disturbed and said: "Wait a minute, I have to call the leader to ask for leave, and I won't go to work this afternoon."

He got out of bed barefoot and found the phone in his pants to call.

Song Fei was sitting on the bed with disheveled clothes. She calmly told Yan Jiang: "I have investigated. The average time for men in our country is 16 minutes. You still have 25 minutes to rest. You can take a shower afterwards and go to work. I will not be late."

Yan Jiang, don't look at Song Fei intently and tell her: "A Fei, sometimes the research data is not reliable." The average time is 15 minutes? That is impossible. In the past, I just imagined that Song Fei would take Yan Jiang more than ten minutes, not to mention that this time he was with a real person.

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I wonder if everyone is satisfied with Mu Qiu's ending arrangements?

I won’t change if I’m not satisfied, hehehe