Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

As the former little brother of Fox, Luo Wensheng will never admit Fox's lost track.

Is Song Fei an apprentice of Fox?

Luo Wensheng was very excited, he couldn't wait to ask Song Fei for a truth.

But now it's game time, and he can't disturb Song Fei's performance. Luo Wensheng folded his arms with his hands, pinched his arm muscles with his fingernails, calmed himself with pain, and warned him not to be impulsive.

There are countless black hands hidden under the dark web. It took Zhang Jingjing almost ten minutes to find out the website of the foster website. But she couldn't break through the firewall set by the other hacker.

Gradually, Zhang Jingjing's forehead began to sweat. She secretly glanced at Song Fei next to her, but saw that Song Fei was still eating popsicles leisurely. Zhang Jingjing's calm and relaxed aura made Zhang Jingjing uneasy.

Is Song Fei pretending? Or is she really sure?

In fact, Luo Wensheng traced this website as early as two months ago, but he was not as skilled as others, and also failed to crack the firewall set up by the other party. Zhang Jingjing thought to herself, Song Fei shouldn't be able to do things that Luo team can't do... right.

As soon as this thought occurred in her heart, Zhang Jingjing heard Song Fei say lightly, "OK."

Zhang Jingjing looked over in amazement and saw Song Fei successfully breached the opponent's firewall and knocked down a red Firefox on the computer. The Firefox was still twisting its **** at the other hacker, and it was particularly awkward.

When Luo Wensheng saw this Firefox, his eyes suddenly burst into a terrifying light. He suddenly squeezed the back of the chair behind Zhang Jingjing! Staring at the Firefox, Luo Wensheng whispered softly: "Fox..."

Yan Jiang heard the word clearly, feeling a little confused.

Fox?

fox?

who is it?

Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei, who was sitting cross-legged on a chair with a face of humiliation. A bold conjecture gradually formed in his mind. Could it be...Afei is Fox?

Song Fei pushed aside the keyboard and stood up.

Looking at Luo Wensheng lightly, Song Fei told him: "Team Luo, that person's IP address is shown near the Construction Bank of Kuifu Avenue, Fengcheng. Look, do you want to notify Fengcheng's Internet police to arrest someone?"

Luo Wensheng stared at Song Fei feverishly. He couldn't hide his tone and said excitedly: "Song Fei, don't leave now! When I finish the call, I have something to tell you!" Luo Wensheng turned to call and stepped. In a hurry, as if afraid that Song Fei would leave after one more second.

Song Fei pursed her lips, lowered her head, and stared at Zhang Jingjing who was sitting in front of the computer.

"Ms. Zhang, people should be believed, please resign immediately and promise that you will never show up in front of Yan Jiang again." Song Fei squeezed the phone with a real arrogant and contemptuous expression. She said, "What are you doing? It's not good, just **** me a man."

Don’t you know that men and cars are not loaned out?

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingjing's face was as pale as dead gray, and she sat motionless in the chair. Yan Jiang was stimulated by Song Fei's ‘my man’, and his heart was pounding wildly.

The uniformed policemen in a room all looked at this scene with a dull face, and they all felt puzzled--

Why did Team Zhang lose to Song Fei?

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After Luo Wensheng finished the phone call, he hurried back to the competition hall. He opened the door and invited all the other colleagues out, "It's getting late, family and children are still waiting for you to go home!"

Luo Wensheng issued a eviction order, and the colleagues who joined in the fun left unwillingly.

In the hall, there were only Luo Wensheng and Song Fei, and Zhang Jingjing, the loser.

Zhang Jingjing and the others were gone, and she stood up. She first glanced at Song Fei unwillingly, and saw that Song Fei's expression was indifferent, and she had no plans to show mercy to her subordinates, and even the arrogant woman was about to cry.

"Team Luo." Zhang Jingjing clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, picking her fingers nervously.

She bit her lip, her beautiful face was full of unwillingness and grievance, and there were a layer of hazy tears in her eyes. "Team Luo, I will give you my resignation tomorrow morning and I hope to approve it."

After speaking, Zhang Jingjing tears in her eyes.

Luo Wensheng was stunned when he heard it. He almost forgot that Zhang Jingjing and Song Fei had made a bet before the game. Luo Wensheng looked at Song Fei subconsciously, trying to plead for Zhang Jingjing, "Ms. Song Fei, look..." He was interrupted by Song Fei as soon as he opened the second floor.

Song Fei directly faced Luo Wensheng with his palm outwards, and strongly rejected Luo Wensheng: "I asked for mercy and did not discuss it. Since Team Luo loves his subordinates so much, why don't you take the initiative to resign and give up the position of Captain Zhang to Zhang Jingjing?"

"If the Luo team is willing, then I am willing to give in."

Song Fei was so tyrannical that he didn't eat hard or soft, which embarrassed Luo Wensheng.

Zhang Jingjing was sure that Song Fei would not let herself go, and looked at Yan Jiang eagerly. Although she didn't ask Yan Jiang to say a good word for herself, but the pitiful look in her eyes was more than a thousand words.

Yan Jiang is firmly toward Song Fei. "Miss Zhang, I am willing to bet and lose. All adults are adults. If you can afford to play, you can afford to lose."

With just this sentence, Yan Jiang broke all Zhang Jingjing's expectations of him.

Zhang Jingjing squeezed her fist and said to Luo Wensheng in a dumb voice: "Team Luo, goodbye, I will come to you with resignation tomorrow morning." After that, Zhang Jingjing picked up her bag and ran away while wiping tears.

Staring at Zhang Jingjing's back for a while, Luo Wensheng turned his head anxiously, patted Yan Jiang on the shoulder, and said, "Zhang Jingjing's father is Zhang Boss."

Yan Jiang: "What are you afraid of? I have tens of millions of fans on Weibo. If he dares to threaten me, then I dare to threaten him." Yan Jiang has become accustomed to beating the capital bosses many years ago, so why would he be afraid? Zhang Jingjing her father!

Luo Wensheng admired Yan Jiang's fierceness, but at the moment, Song Fei is the person who cares about Luo Wensheng the most. Luo Wensheng suddenly pulled Yan Jiang away and squeezed to a stop between Yan Jiang and Song Fei.

Luo Wensheng lowered his head and looked at Song Fei with bright eyes. He lowered his voice and asked Song Fei mysteriously: "Miss Song Fei, do you know Fox?"

Yan Jiang also pricked his ears when he heard Fox's name again.

Song Fei nodded and said, "She is my teacher."

"Sure enough, a famous teacher has a good apprentice!" Luo Wensheng was so excited that he was so close to his idol for the first time. He flatly asked, "Is your master okay? Since he retired eight years ago, he Never showed up again, we all miss him."

In everyone's mind, Fox has always been a man.

A powerful hacker should be a man! This is almost everyone's consensus.

Song Fei blinked his eyelashes, lied not to draft, and said lightly, "My master is dead."

"Huh?" Luo Wensheng was shocked on the spot as if struck by lightning, "How could..."

"My master is in poor health. There was a car accident in the past. Although he saved his life, various organs in his body have successively appeared problems and passed away two years ago." When speaking, Song Fei's face was full of affection. Really sad.

Luo Wensheng had no doubts about Song Fei's words. He was filled with emotion, "F God is my belief. When I was still studying, F God was already a godlike existence. I want to see F God. , Has always been my obsession. Unfortunately, I can't see it anymore."

Song Fei: "After so many years, Team Luo can still remember Master, and it is also intentional."

Not seeing God F, but seeing F God's apprentice, can be regarded as making up for Luo Wensheng's regret.

Song Fei was a good seedling. When he thought that such a good seedling was hidden by Yan Jiang at home, Luo Wensheng felt that it was a violent thing. He asked Song Fei with a shy face: "Ms. Song Fei didn't go to the research institute recently?"

"I don't feel well, so I shouldn't be tired. I won't work this year."

Hearing that, Luo Wensheng was busy throwing an olive branch to Song Fei. He diligently said: "Our monitoring team is currently short of people, you see, one will leave tomorrow."

"If Song Fei is willing, you can come to our supervision team to work. We have good work and welfare here, five insurances, one housing fund, and double holidays! You don't need to do hard work, just sit online."

Song Fei had the illusion of entering the MLM center.

"The salary is too low to look up to." Song Fei refused very simply.

Thinking that Yan Jiang was still working in the bureau and didn't want to offend these colleagues, Song Feimian said, "I can spare two days a week to give you technical guidance."

As a student of Fox, Song Fei is qualified to say such things.

Luo Wensheng seemed to be sitting on a roller coaster, and his mood went up and down. Song Fei is willing to provide technical guidance to their net monitoring team, and Luo Wensheng is also content. "Then the feeling is good! Miss Song Fei, we won't let you run in vain. In this way, we will pay you on a daily basis!"

"Row."

That's it.

When Song Fei and Yan Jiang walked out of the Public Security Bureau building side by side, it was already more than nine o'clock at night. The two of them didn't speak, they came to the Hummer in silence all the way.

After getting in the car, Yan Jiang sat in the co-pilot very consciously and fastened his seat belt. Song

Fei drove with her as a character, unruly and wild. Yan Jiang has developed a good habit of seat belts the first thing in the car.

Song Fei lowered his head to start the car, and suddenly heard Yan Jiang say: "Curse yourself to be dead, so don't say it anymore." Luo Wensheng might believe Song Fei's previous absurd remarks, but Yan Jiang didn't believe it.

Song Fei was in a coma two years ago, where did the hacker master come from?

Song Fei moved the car out of the parking space and drove into the traffic on the road. Controlling the steering wheel, she suddenly told Yan Jiang: "A Jiang, I am Fox."

After Yan Jiang experienced the initial stimulus, his emotions have calmed down now, and he can accept this fact calmly. Hearing Song Fei's confession, Yan Jiang nodded lightly and said, "I have already guessed it."

Song Fei felt boring when he found that Yan Jiang's reaction was dull, without the slightest surprise. "Aren't you curious?"

"It's not strange what happens to you." Yan Jiang started blowing Song Fei's rainbow fart: "You have been smart since you were a child, and you are a genius. Someday you tell me that you will patch the sky, and I will also believe that you are Nuwa."

Song Fei: "..."

She freed a hand and touched Yan Jiang's cheek. Thinking of something, the hand that was originally touching gently, suddenly used some strength and slapped Yan Jiang on the cheek.

Yan Jiang was blinded.

He tilted his head in shock, aggrieved and angrily asked Song Fei: "What are you hitting me for!"

Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang's outfit today, and said, "What do you do with such a good-looking dress for work? It's like a peacock. No wonder you will be worried by the mistress. Knowing that you have great charm, you can't converge? Keep it low?"

Don't blame Xiao San for his bad heart, only Yan Jiang is too handsome.

Yan Jiang: "..."

He looked down at his clothes.

Having been an artist for many years, Yan Jiang's fashion taste is naturally top-notch. Even if he wears a white coat of forensic medicine every day at work, he must be exquisite and stylish under his white coat.

For example, today, Yan Jiang wore a warm white turtleneck sweater with a light blue Chanel jacket over the sweater. It has been a few months since I came back from Africa. Yan Jiang's hair has grown longer. He dyed a light brown hair just a few days ago. After dressing up like this, the aura of the top star is revealed.

Yan Jiang even laughed after being scolded by Song Fei.

Seeing him smiling, Song Fei frowned in confusion, and asked him with a ferocious expression: "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Jiang pressed his fist against his lips, blocking the corner of his mouth that couldn't help but want to lift up. After the smile stopped, Yan Jiang said, "Song Fei, you look so cute when you are jealous."

"To shut up!"

Song Fei lowered the brim of his hat toward his right cheek, blocking the red ears.

Yan Jiang still didn't hold back and smiled.

-

Considering that his grandfather's health was deteriorating, Song Ci decided to return to the Mid-Levels Villa to stay for a long time. Han Zhan packed up his things and drove back to Banshan Villa with Song Ci.

At the door of Cheng's house, Song Ci found many luxury cars parked at the door of Cheng's house. She saw several familiar faces, all of whom were distant relatives of the Cheng family, whom Song Ci had seen in her previous life.

Generally, these distant relatives will come only when major events or important holidays occur.

With more people and more cars, Han Zhan slowed down a bit. The distant relatives of the Cheng family looked back at Han Zhan's car and looked back when they saw that it was a Volvo.

Han Zhan looked at the outline of the Cheng family in the rearview mirror, wondering. "What happened to the Cheng family?"

Song Ci touched the wedding ring, and said with a faint expression: "I heard that the old lady of the Cheng family is out of health. Maybe it's just these two days."

"Suddenly?"

The old lady of the Cheng family was one year younger than Han Aoyu. Last year, the Cheng family hosted a birthday party for the old lady. At that time, the old lady was not in good health. She survived the winter, but fell in this spring when everything is resurrected.

Thinking of Han Aoyu, Song Ci suddenly said, "Han Zhan, before giving birth, let's live in Grandpa's house forever."

Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci deeply. This is Song Ci, she is not as clever and cunning as Song Fei, but she also has her cuteness.

"...it is good."

Knowing that Song Ci would always live here during pregnancy, Han Aoyu was very happy. He said: "If it weren't for Song girl with a child in her belly, I would really like to renovate the decoration of the house and make it look like you young people like."

"Forget it, Grandpa, that's fine." Seeing Han Aoyu staring at his stomach, Song Ci looked embarrassed when he wanted to reach out and touch it. She smiled knowingly, stretched out her hand to hold Han Aoyu's hand, and gently pressed his hand to her lower abdomen.

Han Aoyu was stunned.

Putting his palm on Song Ci's flat lower abdomen, when he thought of a small life being bred in his belly, he would croak and cry, Han Aoyu's heart would soften.

"Little great-grandson, I am your grandfather!"

Song Ci couldn't help being so handsome. She followed the tone of the baby's speech and said to Han Aoyu: "Tai Gong Tai Gong, hello, I am a companion."

Han Aoyu smiled. He took Song Ci to sit down and hinted that Han Zhan would pour himself tea with his eyes. Han Zhan poured tea to Waidong and heard his grandfather suddenly say: "I don't know if the child in Song's belly is a boy or a girl."

Upon hearing this, Han Zhan quickly gave Song Ci a soothing look.

Song Ci shook his head and smiled at him.

Han Zhan told Han Aoyu with a serious attitude: "Grandpa, don't say anything like that in the future. I like boys or girls." Han Zhan thought his grandpa was patriarchal and wanted Song Ci to give birth to a boy.

Knowing that Han Zhan misunderstood him, Han Aoyu raised his leg and stepped on Han Zhan's foot, and cursed: "Fuck off! Which ear of your ears heard me disgusting girls?"

Han Zhan: "...Your words sound ambiguous."

Han Aoyu hey, then said: "I'm thinking of a name for the great-grandson in the future, how can I be patriarchal? Your mother crawled on top of my head and went wild when I was a child!"

Han Zhan didn't say anything.

Instead, Song Ci smiled and asked Han Aoyu: "Then grandpa, what good name do you have, you can tell me." Song Ci still respects Han Aoyu. It is also an honor to let grandpa give the child a name.

Han Aoyu thought for a while and said, "This kid, I have high hopes for him. I want to give him the character'Yu' in my name. If it's a boy, how about Lingyu? Han Lingyu!"

Han Aoyu named the child in Song Cidu Han Lingyu, hoping that the child can dominate his family in the future.

Song Ci said hesitantly: "This name is too big."

"Just marry another cheap nickname. Dogdan, Tiedan, Braised egg, Yadan, Huzi..." Han Aoyu reported more than a dozen cheap names in one breath.

Song Ci was stunned.

Han Zhan asked, "What if it's a girl?"

Han Aoyu pondered for a while, and then said: "If it's a girl, call her Han Jingyu." Han Aoyu tilted his head and looked at Song Ci and asked her, "Song girl, what do you think? If you don't like it, then take whatever you like. ."

After thinking about it, Song Ci said, "I like the name Han Jingyu. As for Han Lingyu..." Song Ci thoughtfully said, "I still think this name is too big. So, if it's a boy, we will give it to him. Name Han Zhen, when he is weak, we will give him the word "Ling Yu". Grandpa, what do you think?"

Han Aoyu nodded approvingly, and said, "Han Zhen is a good name, so just do as you say."

Speaking of table characters, Song Ci suddenly looked at Han Zhan.

Han Zhan's grandmother is a scholar who knows well, and when Han Zhan was 20 years old, maybe his grandmother also gave him words. Song Ci asked Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, what is the character of Brother Han?"

Hearing Song Ci's question, Han Zhan suddenly got up and left.

Song Ci looked at the back of Han Zhan walking upstairs, feeling strange in his heart, and heard Han Aoyu say: "Han Zhan's character is Zhenhua."

Zhenhua?

Song Ci was stunned, and then said: "This name is very good, patriotic."

No wonder Han Zhan slipped so fast, this is embarrassing.

It was getting late, and Han Aoyu had to sleep. Song Ci watched Han Aoyu back to the room, and then went upstairs to their room. Standing at the door of the room, Song Ci raised her hand and was about to knock on the door. Thinking of something, she suddenly stopped.

Song Ci squeezed his throat and coughed, then slapped the door vigorously——

Han Zhan came out of the bathroom while wiping his hair after taking a shower. He heard Song Ci's throat outside the door, learning from Aunt Xue's swearing tone in the TV series "Deep Love and Rain", and yelled: "Han Zhenhua! You have nine wives, is it just me to cuckold you?"

Han Zhan's eyebrows were beating wildly.

He knew that Song Ci would not let him go.

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There are two more updates tomorrow morning, let's update at ten o'clock at the latest.