Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Like Song Ci, Song Fei also likes to eat bacon and sausages. Almost all of these two dishes went into their sisters' stomachs at the dinner table.

Han Zhan and Yan Jiang stared at each other, and they didn't dare to say anything. After the meal is finished, the two of them have to roll up their sleeves and do their best to wash the dishes.

In the living room, the two sisters got together, Song Ci muttered and didn't know what they were talking about. Song Fei played with her mobile phone and occasionally responded to Song Ci.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Jiang took a plate in his left hand and a rag in his right, and quickly washed the bowls clean. Hearing Song Ci's constant chatter in the living room, Yan Jiang sympathized with Han Zhan, "Your guy, I haven't stopped seeing my mouth in a day, don't you feel noisy?"

Han Zhan: "I like the fireworks in the world. Only when someone speaks at home is warm." To be honest, Han Zhan likes Song Ci's vigorous energy to deal with everything.

Song Ci can always be attracted by small things, and Han Zhan can feel the beauty of life in Song Ci.

Hearing that, Yan Jiang bit the filter like a smile. Picking up another bowl and brushing it twice, Yan Jiang suddenly tilted his head to look at Han Zhan and asked him, "Why are you doing it as a humanoid mold by standing next to me?"

Han Zhan raised his gloved right hand and shook it, looking innocent, "I am disabled."

Yan Jiang almost laughed. "It's the first time I saw someone disabling himself, saying so confidently." Okay, he is justified by his disability.

Han Zhan didn't think there was a problem. Thinking of something, he asked Yan Jiang: "Listen to Song Ci, you and Song Fei are planning to have a baby?"

Yan Jiang's action of washing the dishes paused.

He turned his head and glanced at Song Fei secretly, and saw that their sisters hadn't paid attention to the movement in the kitchen. Then Yan Jiang whispered to Han Zhan, "She is eager to win in everything she does. She is looking forward to our children. Can be born earlier than your children. But I don’t see anything wrong with this."

"what happened?"

"Song Fei has been asleep for too many years and her body is very weak. I have asked the doctor, and the doctor advised Song Fei to take care of her body for at least three years, and then consider having a baby. Now giving birth to her is more physically harmful." When the body breaks down, the weak will love to get sick. That is what Yan Jiang can't accept anyway.

"Is that so?" Han Zhan comforted Yan Jiang: "You are still young, so it doesn't matter if you wait a few years."

Yan Jiang pinched the cigarette **** out with his wet hand and threw it into the trash can, before saying: "That is, I will be 27 years old next month. What am I worried about? Unlike Mr. Han, I will be 33 when I look at it."

Han Zhan's chilly eyes flew straight towards Yan Jiang's face.

It doesn't matter if Yan Jiang sees it. He said, "Don't threaten me, it's useless. My cooperation with your flight company has expired. You are not my financial father now. I don't need to offer you anything." Yan Jiang It's crazy.

Han Zhan was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but still held back.

When they went to bed at night, they both stood tacitly beside their wives. They were afraid that it would be like last time. The two sisters of Song Ci huddled together on the bed and chatted, and the two big guys squeezed their feet and kicked each other.

Song Ci and Song Fei have long lost the crookedness of the first reunion, and naturally they will not sleep together at night. Seeing that it was too early, they both went back to the room and went to sleep.

Before going to bed, Han Zhan told Song Fei about Song Fei's weakness and not easy to get pregnant too early. After Song Ci heard this, he suddenly sighed in relief. "That's good, that's good, let her beat me in everything when she was a child, now that she has grown up, it can be regarded as a feng shui turn."

Han Zhan couldn't understand why Song Ci and Song Fei like to fight to win or lose.

The night in the country is very quiet in winter, unlike the noise of insects in summer. Song Ci turned off the light, and Han Zhan suddenly turned around and held her in his arms. Han Zhan's body is hot, like a big kettle, and Song Ci is also warm in his arms.

"Brother Han, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Han Zhan said nothing.

Song Ci patted the back of Han Zhan's hand and laughed at him: "What are you afraid of? There is no ghost in this world."

"Rebirth can happen, why are there no ghosts?" Song Ci's rebirth broke Han Zhan's worldview.

Song Ci has nothing to say. "That's OK, don't be afraid if you hold me."

"Ok."

Sleep well all night till dawn.

Song Ci woke up early the next morning and found that Han Zhan hadn't gone to morning exercises this morning, but was hiding under the covers and playing with mobile phones. In the cold winter, Han Zhan's breath sprayed on the phone screen, directly blurred.

When Song Ci woke up, Han Zhan was wiping the phone screen with the back of his hand.

Song Ci asked him, "How long have you been awake?"

"Twenty minutes."

"Why didn't you go to the morning exercise?"

Han Zhan said, "It's snowing."

"Is it big?" Song Ci lifted the quilt and walked to the window. As soon as she pushed the window open, a cold breath slammed into the room, making Han Zhan's neck tremble with the cold. Song Ci stared at the snow all over the floor, and she yelled in surprise in the next room. "Song Fei, get up and make a snowman!"

Next door, Song Fei heard this roar and immediately woke up.

After waking up, she didn't wear any coat, and walked to the window directly in her pajamas. Song Fei was also a little excited when she saw layers of white snow on the trees and the ground. Their sisters like playing snow most.

So in the morning, the two sisters didn't eat any food, so they walked into the snow with a shovel. Song Ci squeezed a small round snowball without wearing gloves, put it on the ground and kept rolling.

The snowball rolled bigger and bigger, and finally rolled into the head of a snowman.

Over there, Song Fei had already finished the snowman's belly with a shovel. Song Ci put the snowman's head on the belly, and a simple and honest snowman was formed. They made eyes and noses for the snowman, and Song Ci also cut carrots into slices and made a carrot-colored mouth for the snowman.

There were four snowmen in their pile, Song Ci Song Fei and their parents. Song Ci's father always loved to wear glasses when he was alive, Song Fei used a wooden stick to make a pair of glasses for Song's father to wear.

Han Zhan and Yan Jiang made breakfast and stood under the eaves with hot tea. Han Zhan looked at the four snowmen and suddenly said, "There are two short."

Yan Jiang nodded, "Well, it's still two short."

The two put down their tea, walked to Song Ci and the others, took their shovel away, and piled a boy on each side of the two little girls. Han Zhan thought deeply, and he let the boy's hand hold the girl's hand, and he called it a pair.

Song Fei stared at the two snowmen holding hands, sneered disdainfully, and dropped two words--

"Good show."

After speaking, Song Fei took Song Ci into the house for breakfast.

Han Zhan stared at the snowman he had made, and didn't feel any sorrow, but he couldn't refute his sister's sorrow.

After breakfast, the four of them each carried a basket of sacrifices and went up the mountain to worship Father Song and Mother Song. Their tombs are shared tombs, and there is no photo on the tombstone, so their names are written--

Jiang Mengmeng, Song Tingyun.

Han Zhan stared at the names of Jiang Mengmeng and Song Tingyun, his eyes flickering slightly.

Yan Jiang secretly told Han Zhan: "Aunt Jiang is so beautiful. In the past, in our community, whether it was a married or unmarried uncle and brother, when I saw Aunt Jiang, I dared not speak loudly."

"At that time, Aunt Jiang was the public enemy of women in the entire community, but Aunt Jiang was very good at being a human being and was good to everyone. Knowing that she was good-looking, Aunt Jiang generally dressed up very plainly, so those women can accommodate Aunt Jiang."

"When I was a child, my mother always said that Aunt Jiang next door was a vixen and her beauty was a disaster. In fact, I knew in my heart that my mother was envious and jealous of her."

Han Zhan has never seen Jiang Mengmeng, but from the gestures of the two sisters Song Ci and Song Fei, it can be seen that Jiang Mengmeng must also be a charming beauty.

The tomb had not been repaired for a long time, and the four of them worked together to clean the surroundings of the tomb, burned paper money and ingots, and bowed their heads. Song Ci and Song Fei both knelt down, and Yan Jiang, the dog-legged man, also knelt down, wishing to immediately speak out and call mother.

Han Zhan stared at the three words Jiang Mengmeng, just stood there without kneeling.

After Song Ci knocked his head back, he turned around and found that Han Zhan was still standing there, staring at the tombstones of her parents in a daze, without appearing to kneel down. Song Ci Song Ci was a little bit unhappy, thinking that I had bowed down to your grandmother, but you didn't bow down to my parents. What is the truth.

Song Ci suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart and asked Han Zhan calmly: "Brother Han didn't kowtow to them? They are your parents too." After asking, there was a vague anger in her eyes, but she did not burst out in public.

Perceiving the change in Song Ci's mood, Han Zhan was struggling.

Kneeling Jiang Mengmeng...

Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, he finally took a step forward and knelt down. Han Zhan kowtowed a few heads at Song Tingyun, then stood up. Seeing that Song Ci's eyes were still burning, Han Zhan suddenly said, "My knees hurt."

Song Ci was taken aback, "Why do you still have joint pain?"

Han Zhan lied, "When I was in the army, the wind came and rained, and I had to train on the ground when it snowed, and I had old problems. Now when the weather is cold, my joints hurt."

Song Ci felt sorry for Han Zhan, and felt guilty for misunderstanding Han Zhan. "Then go home, there is floor heating at home."

On the way home, when encountering a downhill road, Song Ci carefully supported Han Zhan, treating Han Zhan as an easily broken vase.

Yan Jiang and Song Fei walked in front, and saw the two greasy and crooked people behind, he told Song Fei, "Look at Han Zhan's hypocritical appearance, or is he not a man?"

"I'm different. I walk like..." Yan Jiang raised his leg and kicked it in advance to show his physical fitness. As a result, the snow under his feet was too slippery and he just sat down.

"...fly!"

He walked like flying, but he fell.

The appearance of him falling down was very funny, Song Fei couldn't hold back, and laughed out. "Get up."

Yan Jiang remembered, but...

He raised his head, his cheeks were pale, and said to Song Fei: "My **** hurts so much that I can't get up. You can wait for me to take a moment."

Song Fei: "..."

Han Zhan and Song Ci chased after him. Han Zhan stood high and stared at the funny man on the ground with the light of his eyes. He praised Yan Jiang: "Mr. Yan, you are very handsome on the ground."

Yan Jiang took Han Zhan as air and ignored him at all.

When Yan Jiang eased, the four of them went home. As soon as he got home, Yan Jiang just stepped into the house when he heard Song Fei say: "Go upstairs, take off your pants and show me."

One room person:!

Yan Jiang blushed, and he asked Song Fei in a low voice, "A Fei, why are you doing this?" He was not used to being so wild.

Song Ci returned to his senses and scorned Yan Jiang: "You have a normal mind. Song Fei asked you to go upstairs to take off your pants and show her where you fell."

As soon as she explained, Yan Jiang was even more embarrassed.

Yan Jiang followed Song Fei back to the room. He was stripped of his pants and lay on the bed. Song Fei looked at his butt, and it was already broken. Song Fei covered Yan Jiang with a quilt. She said, "You should rest first. I will go to the neighbor's house and ask if there is any safflower oil."

"it is good."

More than ten minutes later, when Song Fei returned to the room with a bottle of safflower oil in his hand, Yan Jiang had already fallen asleep. As soon as Song Fei uncovered the quilt on Yan Jiang, he woke up again. "Why did I fall asleep?" Yan Jiang felt evil.

Song Fei: "It may be that my father dislikes you and the ghost is pressing on the bed." As expected of my sisters, the speaking style is the same.

But Yan Jiang is not afraid of ghosts. The most terrifying ghost he has ever seen is his grandmother. Over the years, he often dreams that his grandma becomes a ghost, and Yan Jiang is no longer afraid of other ghosts.

He said: "The psychiatrist told me that there are no ghosts in this world, and the grandma I saw are just scary images in my memory."

"Ah..."

Song Fei unscrewed the safflower oil and patted it on Yan Jiang's ass.

It takes massage to fully exert the effect of the medicine. Song Fei Jin'er used it too much, and Yan Jiang screamed with pain. When Song Ci and Han Zhan heard Yan Jiang's screams downstairs, their scalp numb.

At this time, the aunt next door knocked on the door and asked Song Ci to help her grandson with homework.

"My son-in-law still stays in the city to work, and will not come back until the 30th of the twelfth lunar month. My grandson lives here alone. He is doing math papers today and found that he can't do two questions. My grandfather and I are both rude people. Where can I do math problems? Thinking of Song Ci, you are back, so I want you to go over and help him with his homework."

The aunt next door was very enthusiastic. When Song Ci came back yesterday, she took the initiative to bring sausages and bacon.

Song Ci was fine, so he agreed to the aunt.

"Brother Han, are you going?"

Han Zhan doesn't like going to strangers' homes, and he doesn't like to tutor strange children with homework. He said: "I'll take you there."

"Well."

Han Zhan sent Song Ci to the house next door, saw the other's grandson, greeted the child and came back, stuffed the child a New Year red envelope in advance, and went home.

He stepped on the thick snow to go home, creaking under his feet. Walking under a pine tree, Han Zhan suddenly stopped and squinted at the girl in the middle of the road.

The knitted hat pressed Song Fei's short hair, revealing a pair of beautiful cold-light eyes. She looked at Han Zhan with an extremely cold expression. Seeing Song Fei here surprised Han Zhan a bit.

Song Fei, really is the smartest and scariest woman Han Zhan has ever encountered, even more daunting than the female gangsters he has encountered before.

After pondering for a while, Han Zhan stepped forward, stood in front of Song Fei, looked down at her, and shouted, "Sister Fei."

Song Fei looked up at Han Zhan.

He is handsome and stable, a reliable and outstanding man. The combination of Song Porcelain and Han Zhan is also a natural fit. At least, Song Fei had always thought so until this morning.

can...

"Han Zhan, do you know my mother." Although it was asking, Song Fei's tone was full of affirmation.

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Two more to add, the update time tonight remains unchanged, it is still 12 o'clock in the evening.